After all, although he didn't care about his mother's opinions on the surface, he would be very happy if his marriage with Mu Qingyu could get even the slightest approval of his mother.
So, facing Zhao Xiaoxuan's question at this moment, Dong Jiachang calculated the gains and losses in his mind, but straightened his back and looked like he was working with his husband and children: "Xiaoxuan, I have no choice, and feelings cannot be forced.
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Me, I'm do! Zhao Xiaoxuan almost swears! She never expected that Dong Jiachang, who usually loves her, would turn around and become like this!
As if he was more satisfied with his wife, Leng Haoran stood up: "That's all. Because Yunlin did an overdoing of engagement, I will let him take responsibility and apologize first. In return, Leng's
In a subsequent cooperation case, the group can give priority to the Zhao family. Goodbye."
He left these words and turned around and left. Leng Yunlin immediately followed, and before leaving, he drank half a cup of tea in front of him. Finally, it was Dong Jiachang, who was actually a little "conscienceless".
However, when she thought of the options in her hand, she immediately had no feud and followed her husband and son out.
A tricky thing was originally explained in a few words. Leng Yunlin walked out of the Zhao family and happened to be shining with the sunshine. It seemed that the mold from the inside to the outside had been washed away.
Before he could enter the car door, he received a call and picked it up and saw that it was Mu Qingyu's.
A smile immediately raised on his face and he said, "Qingyu, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing, I'll ask you if you'll come back for lunch?"
In fact, when Leng Yunlin heard her say this, she knew the purpose of her call - it was not for some reason to have a meal, right? It was just to ask him, did he get the Zhao family's engagement problem?
Leng Yunlin knew what she meant, but she deliberately frowned and her voice became a little quiet and hoarse: "Well, it may not work at noon."
Sure enough, when the other side heard Leng Yunlin's refusal, they immediately became nervous: "Yunlin, you...well, are you very tired?"
Leng Yunlin was obviously here and his teeth were about to laugh, but he deliberately pretended to be very weak, "It's okay, you don't have to worry."
"Yun Lin..." From the phone receiver, you could clearly hear Mu Qingyu's nervousness and a little uncomfortable feeling that he could not share the burden.
"It's okay, be good, are the baby in your belly obedient? How is your prenatal check-up today?"
"Well, we are very good, you..." Her head was a little confused. At this moment, she was not worried about her own affairs at all. Instead, she was sad and sad for Leng Yunlin's efforts.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. Okay, you have a good lunch and don't starve your baby with you." He spoke slowly and lowly, as if he was extremely tired.
"I understand. So are you, don't...too force yourself."
Leng Yunlin obviously wanted to laugh, but he still nodded calmly: "Yes." When he said this, he almost broke the effort because his voice was unstable.
After hanging up the phone, Leng Haoran in the car had already rolled down the window and frowned: "Yun Lin, what are you doing? Are you not leaving yet?"
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