Chapter 142 Stop being a soldier, okay?

   "Model? This guy seems to be very idle lately, and time is available. Anyway, he didn't refuse the time I asked him out yesterday." Lu Shang gushed.

   Quan Yi answered "Yes", and then said: "Then tomorrow morning, I will take the model to his studio."

  ……

  On the next trip, Quan Yi went to the garage and found his car. Then he sat coldly in the driver's seat, turned the steering wheel with one hand, and headed to the woman's company.

  An Ling, a beautiful and picturesque woman. There are more than three-line artists under his team to form a support group. Her ability is enough to be called an ace agent.

  Unfortunately, it was worthless in the eyes of her son.

   Quan Yi walked into the elevator with his head down, his steps at this time were a bit heavy. Counting the last time I met, it was the glimpse five months ago.

  An Ling is too busy and rarely asks him out. But the only thing that can persist is to prevent Quan Yi from continuing to serve as a soldier. She was really too scared. Her husband took his life because of this occupation. She was afraid that Quan Yi would be in danger, and she couldn't even see her husband's shadow.

  Go to the first floor of Anling office.

  Before the door opened, I heard the roar of the office and the discussion of the artists.

   "Sister An is like this again."

   "Hey, who made her praise us? Just bear it."

   "Is Sister An too old? Old temperament often appears."

   Quan Yi lowered Bingsen’s eyes, and he realized that the reason for her anger was him. She is a time controller, so is he, but every time he deliberately is five or six minutes later than the proposed time.

  He ignored the various eyes of everyone, twisted the doorknob, and went in.

  Gradually, the violent anger inside could not be heard outside, and everyone was surprised!

  Quan Yi is very low-key, and there is a hand covering his face when he enters, and no one can see his appearance clearly.

  However, the talent inside is suffering.

  An Ling has a tendency to depression, which he knew a long time ago. He is also a Pisces, who is crazy about thinking, so he often makes up some pictures that do not exist and cannot be realized.

  He can't pity her, because she has done too much. In order to prevent him from participating in the mission, lock him up or use powerful strength to coerce and request Quan Yi's father's old comrades to send him other missions.

   is not worthy of pity.

  There was a mess on the ground, the bookshelf fell down and stuck on the desk, black coffee stained a book, and the woman crying in the center of the chaos seemed like a flower to provoke pity.

   "Something?" Quan Yi did not change his emotions at all. She taught him how to be hard-hearted.

"Quan Yi! Why is your child like this? I gave birth to you anyway. You...you disappointed me too much." An Ling cried hoarsely, clearly looking like a capable woman, she looks like a little girl. The children kept throwing books at Quan Yi.

   Quan Yi frowned, very annoying!

   Grabbed An Ling, who was splashing, and hugged her into the chair.

   "I don't want to quarrel with you, what's the matter."

  An Ling is scared, she knows the character of her son, and she does what she says.

   didn't dare to neglect for a second, and said: "Mom, please, as long as you don't be a soldier, I can give you any conditions."

  "The gap between us is so big? We all need to negotiate terms. Will the court hold next time?" Quan Yi mockingly explained the blood relationship between An Ling and him thoroughly.

  Next, An Ling looked at the man with eyes blankly, and gradually overlapped shadows, familiar and fuzzy outlines. The father and son of them are really alike.

  An Ling indifferently took out a bottle of medicine from the desk cupboard, and ate it painfully to support his brain. A pale smile could not win Quan Yi's sympathy.

   "Kwon Yi, believe me, I have already stepped up to check your father's tracks. Don't be a soldier, okay?"

  (End of this chapter)