At the corners of their lips, when they are about to fit together!

   "What happened?" A deep voice sounded, and everyone around here was stunned!

   Everyone turned their heads one after another, only to see a few dignified, well-dressed middle-aged couples!

   And there was a handsome middle-aged man who looked quite dignified in his attire. However, if one were to know his actual age, it would be really hard to tell on his dignified face. If it weren't for the marks of time on the corners of his eyes, no matter from which angle he looked, he would have looked like a middle-aged man in his early forties with a successful career.

  The man came to Leng Yunlin's side, and before he could open his mouth, Mu Qingyu was surprised to find that the man's eyebrows were somewhat similar to Leng Yunlin's. His expression was not as cold as that of a middle-aged man with a successful career, but gentle and jade-like, like a gentleman.

  That peaceful demeanor, without a trace of blame, made people feel like a spring breeze was blowing on the face.

  Just when Mu Qingyu was guessing the other party's identity. Leng Yunlin had already let go of Mu Qingyu's waist, letting her stand still, then looked at the man, frowned, and opened his mouth to confirm the identity of the man.

"dad."

   "Yunlin."

  The person who came was Leng Yunlin's father, Leng Haoran. Not long ago, he just came back from abroad. Every country in the world was almost covered by him.

  He is relatively calm and has no ambitions. At that time, he founded the Leng Group with his eldest brother Leng Haotian, and he was just a lazy deputy. Later, he married Dong Jiachang politically, because the two had too different interests and personalities, so they separated not long after they got married.

   He really didn't care much about Leng Yunlin. Since he was a child, he was placed next to his brother and sister-in-law, and he went abroad to be chic. After several years, the time to meet him is very little.

   This time, it was because I met my nephew Leng Yunting's family outside. Seeing that his wife and children are by his side now, his life is happy. And although Leng Yunlin was three years younger than him, he was almost thirty, let alone married, and didn't even have a partner. Leng Haoran, who hadn't cared much about his son for more than twenty years, finally realized his conscience and ran back to care about his son's lifelong affairs.

  So, is the woman in his arms the one he likes?

  Thinking of this, Leng Haoran's scrutinizing gaze turned to Mu Qingyu who was beside Leng Yunlin.

  He is not like his wife, who is eager for quick success. On the contrary, he really feels uncomfortable in these years of married life, but because it is a political marriage and has a relationship with Yunlin, he cannot divorce and can only remain in a stalemate. However, even if he doesn't have such a high standard, it's impossible for him to nod and make a nod immediately the first time he sees the other party!

  The woman in front of me, to be honest, is indeed the kind that men like most—beautiful, seductive, and she has a lot of personality after hearing her arrogant words just now.

  He didn't want to interfere with his son's relationship history—anyway, Leng Yunlin also said just now that this was just his girlfriend, and it wasn't about marriage.

  He can probably guess what happened just now, isn't it because their son and that kid from the Lin family are jealous over a woman? It's so normal for men to compete for women, so normal that he doesn't even bother to ask.

   Therefore, he just glanced at Mu Qingyu and ignored it.

only. . . . . . .