"Let's be closer to me later, don't pay attention to the camera. Let's just buy toys for your children and go shopping casually."
This was a serious matter, and Mu Qingyu naturally would not argue with him. When the two got out of the car, she didn't pay attention to the Hyundai car. Sure enough, she saw someone getting out of the car and following them all the time.
Leng Yunlin looked very open-minded. He took her hand and pressed the elevator. The elevator was upwards, and only the two of them were. Then Mu Qingyu asked: "Yunlin, are you a little too much about the matter at noon?
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Leng Yunlin did not answer. When she was about to say it, a "ding dong" sounded, and a layer arrived. A group of people rushed in. Leng Yunlin pulled her in the corner, as if she wanted to protect her.
She surrounds her waist like an ordinary man trying to protect her pregnant wife.
With people pouring in, Mu Qingyu was obviously embarrassed to continue asking questions. Soon, the people came and left, and arrived at the mother and baby level. Leng Yunlin protected Mu Qingyu and waited for those things intentionally.
Journalists.
Mu Qingyu saw him standing there, with fewer people here, so she immediately asked, "Yun Lin, you..."
"Don't look back, the camera is here. Let's go here." Leng Yunlin glanced at the reporter, but was very calm. He took Mu Qingyu's hand and walked forward, all the way to the baby and toddler.
Stopped in front of a store, and he also asked deliberately: "Qingyu, are you hot?"
Mu Qingyu was stunned. It was the cold winter month. She was wearing a coat and a scarf. The coat was buttoned tightly, and it was indeed a little hot.
Leng Yunlin then stopped, unbuttoned the buttons of her coat one by one, revealing her raised belly. He slowly helped her unbutton the scarf. The scarf seemed to be a little silk-hanging, one of them.
, hanging on the metal jewelry in her bun, Leng Yunlin reached out to help her untie carefully, folded the scarf and put it in her handbag, and carried it himself.
No matter how you look at it, you always look like a good husband who loves his wife.
Although she knew Leng Yunlin was doing this on purpose, Mu Qingyu didn't know how to lose her temper with him. This man always had internal injuries that made her angry, and Yun Tanfengqing could not vent her anger at all.
Leng Yunlin knew what Mu Qingyu wanted to ask. He didn't take the matter at noon seriously. In his opinion, no matter whether Aunt Xu did something wrong, the final result was Mu.
Qingyu wants to cook, which he absolutely does not allow. Anyway, for him, he can fire Aunt Xu and find someone to serve him. As long as he can afford the price, is he afraid that no one will work for him?
And he, indeed, didn't like her to favor Shane too much.
Just eating a few bites of food, Mu Qingyu was anxious. If something really happened tomorrow, what would happen to her?
You know, he was at home, and his father Leng Haoran adopted a complete stocking policy against him, and he would not frown unless he committed a crime. His mother, Dong Jiachang, has been trained strictly since childhood. Although he came from a famous family, he needed him every move.
In line with etiquette. Later, he lived in his uncle's house. His uncle was strict in character and even strict in his brother Leng Yunting. He also felt that it would be fine if Mushangen was a girl. As the saying goes, "Boys are poor and girls are rich."