Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

Only then did Lin Changqing feel satisfied, and his voice was loud and clear: "You boy can really hold your breath. When you were holding the red rope for Yu Yan and Xiao Pan before, you were also by your side. Why didn't you say anything at that time?"

Mu Qingmo glanced at Lin Yiran, "Uncle, we want to keep a low profile. We originally thought we'd talk about it in a few days, but I didn't expect this situation to happen."

Lin Changqing was satisfied, although the relationship with the Pan family was blown, but fortunately there was still the Mu family.

As the saying goes, Sai Weng lost his horse, how could we know the blessing or the misfortune, Lin Changqing naturally wanted Lin still to be with Mu Qingmo.

No matter how Lin still lives, with the support of the Mu family, the company's business will naturally be good.

Although Pan Yijing is also the best choice, that's all from the past.

It was time to turn the page, but Lin Changqing had been complacent.

This time, it is really about to fly.

Before Lin Changqing had been worried that Lin would still be unwilling to get along with Pan Yijing, but now Lin Changqing thinks that he has no worries now.

It just so happened that Lin still confirmed the relationship with Mu Qingmo, and Lin still knew Pan well with the Mu family, so he didn't have to worry about these things.

Lin Changqing's smile now spread all over his face.

"Qing Mo, give the phone to Yan."

"Okay, uncle, wait a moment."

Returning the phone to Lin still, Mu Qingmo stood beside Lin still.

For Lin Changqing's unpredictable appearance, Lin still was not surprised.

Originally, he didn't want to talk to Lin Changqing, but now in front of Mu Qingmo, Lin still didn't want to make trouble too ugly, so he could only say, "Dad, what else do you want?"

"It's not bad that it's my daughter. It's good to find a rich one, so that I can be worthy of my hard work and support you for so many years."

Hearing Lin Changqing's unpleasant words, Lin still's face became hot.

Realizing that Mu Qingmo was still beside him, Lin still squeezed the phone tightly, forcing himself to calm down.

She needs to do one more thing now.

While this lie could still deceive Lin Changqing, Lin still struck while the iron was hot.

"Dad, can I get my mom's stuff back now?"

Lin Changqing paused in his voice, slightly disgusted: "Speak well, what kind of people are you talking about. Bad luck!"

Lin still trembled in anger, and his voice was a little choked: "Since you feel bad, then I'd better take it away."

"Alright, alright."

Lin Changqing responded casually, "Take it when you have time."

"it is good."

For fear that Lin Changqing would go back on his words, Lin still quickly replied, "We still have something to do, so let's hang up first."

Before Lin Changqing could finish speaking, Lin still hung up the phone impatiently.

Lin still didn't dare to look at Mu Qingmo at all after stuffing the phone into his bag indiscriminately.

Mu Qingmo could hear the conversation just now.

Lin still has self-esteem, and today is also an accident, otherwise no one would know about his family.

Lin was still a little cowardly after the scar that he had been careful to hide was uncovered.

She was afraid that Mu Qingmo would think wildly and look down on her.

Because he was afraid of being pointed at by others, Lin still learned to hide his inner thoughts when he was very young, and he never confessed to other people or even Mu Nansheng about the unbearable situation at home.

Lin still began to learn to bury a little bit, not to let others see his scars.

But tonight, Mu Qingmo knew almost everything.

Lin was still panicking, she didn't know how to face Mu Qingmo.

Crazy today too.

Lin still had an incomparable headache and frowned.

Just when Lin was still bowing his head and feeling sad alone, Mu Qingmo stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder.

"Do you need help?"

Lin was still taken aback: "What?"

"Help me pick up my aunt's belongings."

Lin still didn't expect Mu Qingmo to say this first, there was no disgust or contempt in his imagination, which made Lin still stunned.