Charming Wife: The Cold Young Man is Hard to Hold

Mu Haitang just wanted to pull you Qingyin's clothes and asked him to stop talking, but the next second, Leng Shaoxuan's words immediately made her don't want to get up and raise her head.

"Mr. you has only been back for half a year. He really has a rich knowledge of Chinese. He can even use such advanced words as spoiling his concubine and destroying his wife."

That sentence alluded to Mu Haitang. All the people in the hall were human spirits. I understood it as soon as I heard it.

Most of them also know about Mu Haitang and Leng Shaoxuan. You Qingyin, a Leng Touqing who just came back, dared to defend Mu Haitang in front of Leng Shaoxuan, and also challenged Leng Shaoxuan's bottom line in front of everyone with a smile.

"I'm flattered, but I learned a little from my grandfather, and how can I forget the culture of my ancestors? I can't forget my roots as a man."

You Qingyin was still like that, maintaining Mu Haitang without any reason, as if he wanted to carry forward the gentleman's style and continue to provoke fearlessly.

Leng Shaoxuan was already staring red and was just about to refute again, but the woman in her arms suddenly coughed, and her thick eyelashes trembled, showing her vulnerability and helplessness in advance.

Looking at her like this, Leng Shaoxuan could only swallow this tone first, holding Lin Anyue's hands and clenching them into fists.

Slightly narrowed his eyes and looked at the three people in front of him. The mood on his face was uncertain. Finally, he didn't say anything and turned and left.

Before walking out of the porch, Angie spoke again.

"Mu Haitang, it seems that the person you have planned to marry is just like this. Thanks to you, you are determined to marry him."

Then she sneered again. The wanton smile in her eyebrows and eyes seemed to be a symbol of her arrogance.

Leng Shaoxuan smelled that the speech was just sideways, and the corners of his eyes swept away the arrogant angel, with his eyes shining coldly.

"The eldest lady who settled down is still as strong as ever... Mu Haitang, you have really made some good friends."

Then she left, leaving only a pale Angel murmuring in a low voice. There was no momentum between her eyebrows and eyes, only decadence.

"It's over. When I get home, the old man will beat me up... It's over..."

Mu Haitang looked at some decadent angel and felt a little embarrassed. After all, this thing will become like this because of her rise.

Then he bowed deeply to the two people without any flattery and flattery, which is pure gratitude.

"I really appreciate what happened today."

You Qingyin looked at her like this and was still a little confused at first, but as soon as he reacted, he opened his mouth and burst out laughing.

"Hahaha! You! Hahaha! You are so funny! How funny!"

Hearing the hearty laughter, Mu Haitang had the leisure time to look up and have a good look at the man who had just defended her.

"Hello, this beautiful lady, allow me to formally introduce myself."

"My name is you Qingyin. I came back from England in the first half of this year."

Mu Haitang looked at the delicate face with deep facial features. His eyes were light, but significantly different in beauty and charm. It could be vaguely seen from his face that he was a hybrid, but his words were so clear that people couldn't believe that he had stayed in Britain for more than 20 years.

"Thank you so much for defending me today. I really appreciate the strangers who only met today."

Then he brushed a strand of hair behind his ears, and the guilt on his face was a little obvious.