788: C788 The Problem with the Young Madam's Work

C788 The Problem with the Young Madam's Work

"Xiaoxiao, let's go out and play."1

Mu Tianci walked over and held Murong Xiao's hand. He said, "It's not fun to go to kindergarten."

Murong Xiao still wanted to find Mu, but Mu was not home. Her father also said that she could not go to kindergarten. She could only take a step back and go out with Mu Tianci to play.

When the two children held hands and went out to play with the nanny, Chuchen made up an excuse to eat something and leave, so that Mr. Murong could talk about private matters with Ye Junhao.

When Mr. Murong looked at Ye Junhao just now, Chuchen could also understand what he meant.

After Madam Hee served Mr. Murong tea, Ye Junhao politely said, "Mr. Murong, please have some tea."

Mr. Murong picked up the cup of tea and drank a few mouthfuls. After nourishing his throat, he looked in the direction where Chuchen had left. He was sure that Chuchen would not eavesdrop on the conversation between him and Ye Junhao. He then said a little embarrassedly, "Director Ye, I, I specially sent Xiaoxiao here today to play. I have some private matters to ask you for guidance."

"Mr. Murong, if you have any questions, just say them."

Mr. Murong was silent for a while and then said, "It's about letting his wife do things outside."

Ye Junhao looked at him and did not say anything, waiting for him to continue.

"Director Ye, our family is definitely not as rich as your family, but our family has a deep foundation. Naturally, there are more rules. The rules were set by my great-grandfather's generation. That era was indeed still feudal, and we didn't like women going out to work. "

"Since the marriage of the women of Murong Family, other than accompanying their husband to the banquet, we also have a lot of other rules. Charity events and so on are not allowed to work outside. Women of the ___ are not allowed to work outside except for attending banquets and charity events with their husbands. They are not allowed to do business in public, let alone do business. It is too complicated to deal with people who do business. "

"I'm not afraid of Director Ye making fun of me. We have a very good relationship. I also love my wife, who loves me very much. It can be said that I pamper her even more. But recently, she has been making a fuss with me, and she even has a cold war with me. She ignored me and didn't even want to talk to me."

Ye Junhao listened quietly.

Since the topic had been brought up, Mr. Murong also threw away his embarrassment.

Recently, his wife had made him want to jump off a building.

He couldn't stand his wife ignoring him.

He had used both soft and hard methods, but the result was not ideal. If not for Xiaoxiao, this little darling, his wife would probably pack her things and return to his mother's house.

"Because that day, she sent Xiaoxiao over to play with Mu. Coincidentally, she met your wife who was going out to inspect the new company. My wife brought Xiaoxiao with her, and when she came back, she made a fuss with me."

Ye Junhao's pursed lips finally moved. He said in a low voice, "Mr. Murong, my Chuchen doesn't like to talk nonsense or create trouble. It is your own problem that you two have conflicts. Don't blame it on my Chuchen. "

He thought that Mr. Murong was here to file a complaint.

Even if Chuchen said something to Mrs. Murong, Ye Junhao was still determined to protect his wife.

"Director Ye, don't misunderstand. I am not here to file a complaint."

Mr. Murong quickly explained, "I want to ask you. Your wife always appears in public like this and takes care of the company that her mother left for her. She also joins hands with others to set up a new company. Don't you mind?"

"Our Murong Family's daughter-in-law can only take care of her husband and teach her son at home. She can't even go back to her mother's house many times unless I accompany her."

Ye Junhao:... "

He really did not expect that Mr. Murong specially came today because of the problem of the young nurses' work.

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