191: C191 Jun Hao Protected His Wife

C191 Jun Hao Protected His Wife

A big hand reached out and took Chuchen's phone.2

Ye Junhao said to his mother on the other side of the phone, "Mom, if you want me to bring Shen Yuyi to the banquet, you can tell me directly. Don't force Chuchen."

Ye Lan was stunned and then said angrily, "She complained to you so quickly?"

The conversation between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had not even ended when the daughter-in-law complained to her son. This made Ye Lan especially angry.

"I am right beside her. She does not need to complain and I can hear what the two of you are talking about."

Ye Junhao said in a low voice, "No matter what kind of prejudice Mom has against Chuchen, let me tell you the truth. Chuchen would never say bad things about Mom in front of me."

In the past, he was disdainful, but now, he did not want to make things difficult for him.

She had always offended people openly and openly.

"Jun Hao, Yuyi, she just came back. She is not familiar with the place..."

"Mom, Shen Yuyi used to be born and raised in Jin City. She lived in Jin City for more than ten years. Even if she went overseas for more than ten years, it cannot be said that she was unfamiliar with the place as soon as she returned to Jin City."

Ye Lan said, "Jin City has changed too much. She is not familiar with Jin City now. Jun Hao, take her to the banquet and get familiar with the people in our circle."

"In the past, the people in the circle were from my mother's generation. Now, they are from my generation. It can be said that I have known Shen Yuyi since I was young. Do you need me to bring her along to get familiar with her?"

Mu Chuchen could not even attack. Ye Lan could not attack Ye Junhao either.

"Mom, the women beside me, other than family members, only my wife is allowed. My daughter is standing beside me, and my wife is Chuchen. My daughter may still be in Chuchen's womb. Shen Yuyi is neither my wife nor my daughter. She is not qualified to stand by my side. "

Mu Chuchen widened her eyes. She was not pregnant.

He actually said that his daughter was in her womb.

"Alright, alright. If you don't want to, then forget it. Don't tell Mom so many reasons. Chuchen is pregnant?"

Ye Lan could not convince her son and also did not want to have a conflict with her son because of Shen Yuyi, an outsider. She could only compromise and give up on letting her son bring Shen Yuyi to the banquet.

She caught the key point in her son's words and changed the topic. She then said, "If Chuchen is pregnant, you should not bring her to the banquet. There are people coming and going. What if you hurt her? Besides, there were people who did not drink at the banquet. Don't drink when you're pregnant. It's not good for the baby."

"Also, daughter? Mom hoped that Chuchen would still have a son. Mom wanted to have a grandson, not a granddaughter."

Ye Junhao's face was as dark as water. "Mom, having a boy and a girl depends on me. It has nothing to do with Chuchen. Whatever seeds I plant, Chuchen will grow crops. I like my daughter. What's wrong? You want to eat Mom's, let Mom take care of it, let Mom take care of it? Since I don't need to eat Mom's food, I don't need Mom to take care of it, I don't need Mom to take care of it for me. Then what does my wife have to do with Mom's matter of giving birth to a man and a woman?"

Ye Lan was so stifled that she wanted to vomit blood.

She had raised her son for thirty-one years. As a mother, this was the first time she knew that her son had such a good mouth.

"I just said that my daughter might be in Chuchen's womb, so I wasn't sure that Chuchen was pregnant. When I am sure that she is really pregnant, I will tell my family. Mom, there is nothing else. I will hang up first. The three of us are going to a banquet, and it's my wife's first time attending a banquet with me. She's very nervous, I have to calm her down. "

After saying that, Ye Junhao hung up without waiting for his mother's reply.

Ye Lan, who was listening on the other side of the phone, was in a mess.

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