Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

He frowned: "Do you want to work?"

Before she could say, he spoke again: "I think Nan is only six years old, and Ye Xiu is only three years old. They are very young and need mother's care."

Wen Yuan closed his eyes: "I don't fly around all day long. I just want to go to school to teach. I have my aunts with me during the day and I can take care of them at night."

Ye Mubai frowned: "Did you think about it?"

Wen Yuan said nothing.

He closed his eyes, "Is it good to be at home? How many people envy your life."

He hoped that her fingers would not touch the Yang Chunshui, but Wen Yuan didn't think so. She wanted to live an ordinary life, so she seldom wanted to go out to socialize with him. He refused to call her a few times, and this time If the celebration is not a particularly important occasion, she will also decline.

He said that, Wen Yuan would not discuss this topic with him.

After a long time, she said that it was not a short thing among parents: "Tomorrow afternoon, I want to see the teacher."

Because it is Concho's mother, she still tells him, not wanting him to misunderstand.

Ye Mubai listened, blinked his eyes and looked at the ceiling. After a long time, he whispered: "I don't limit your freedom, but I don't want you to go out to work."

Wen Yuan felt that it would be more appropriate for him to change this "out of work" to showing up. She didn't want to fight with him, and she didn't bother to fight like this, so they had only lived a peaceful life for two years. He didn't want her to go out to work. , Yes, she listens to him.

This kind of conversation broke up without joy, each sleeping in its own way, but it was still far away from tearing the skin.

It's just that it's not interesting.

She didn't know how he hadn't developed outwards with power and power until today. If that were the case, he probably wouldn't have such leisure time to take care of her, Wen Yuan thought.

In the early morning of the next day, she finally knew why he was out of order. After breakfast, the driver sent Xiangnan to school. Wen Yuan put on her small schoolbag for Xiangnan, rubbed her son’s head, smiled and said, "Yes Nan, be obedient."

Xiangnan gave a hard hum, and beckoned to her: "Goodbye, mother."

The small but handsome guy blinked: "See you later!"

Wen Yuan smiled and drove his son into the car. He watched the car open the door and then returned to the lobby. Ye Mubai was still there. She remembered that he said that there was an important meeting to be held last night. She wondered what happened to him after eight o'clock. Not leaving yet?

She has a parent-teacher meeting at ten o'clock, so she has to go upstairs to prepare now. Xiangnan hopes she will dress better.

When passing the hall, Ye Mubai stopped her: "Wen Yuan?"

She leaned over, "Ye Mubai, won't you go to work?"

Ye Mubai's eyes fell on her face, and then put down the newspaper in her hand, "Come here, I have something to tell you."

She hesitated where she was, but walked over and stood in front of him.

Ye Mubai looked at her, "Why don't you sit down? I'm not your boss, you are more respectful than Xu Mo."

Wen Yuan sat beside him, "What's the matter?"

He tilted his head, his eyes still on her face, and it took a long time to speak in a low voice: "Next month, at the company's second anniversary celebration, Xu Mo invited Kang Qiao..."

Wen Yuan was surprised, "Why?" Xu Mo clearly knew the past.

Ye Mubai looked at her, smiled and said easily, "Why didn't she tell you...she likes Kang Qiao?"

He said this with a sinister intention, almost as dark as Xu Mo.