The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Yang Lele came in and saw Yang Xiu-er, frowning to death: “What are you doing here? ”

“Why can't I come? This is Mengyao's home, not yours.” Yang Xiu-er hummed, very disdainful to say.

Yang Lele wasn't angry either. Instead, he smiled and said: “This is Yao Yao's house. Yes, but you've been blaspheming her before. Why did you come to her house? ”

Yang Xiuyao's eyes flashed a slight panic, and some of the overwhelmed Superior Mengyao looked. She saw that Ning Mengyao only looked at herself with cold eyes and went on to do things.

The reason she came back here was to make sure that Ning Mengyao didn't know about it, but now Yang Lele is so big to tell the story, and she still looks like she already knew.

“Mengyao, don't listen to her bullshit, I didn't.” Yang Xiu-er saw Ning Mengyao ignoring himself and hurried to explain.

After a glance at Yang Xiu-er, Mengyao asked indifferently: “Did she talk nonsense, you know it yourself. ”

Yang Xiu can't speak at once. Has she ever done anything like this? She doesn't know?

“Mengyao, you'd rather believe Yang Lele than me? We're friends, aren't we?” Yang Xiuyao looked at Ning Mengyao with dissatisfaction. It was like Ning Mengyao did something to her.

Ning Mengyao's hand paused for a moment and looked up at Yang Xiu-er: “Happy is fine, I do believe her. ”

Yang Xiuyao was just saying that, trying to make Ning Mengyao feel guilty, he mixed this up, but now Ning Mengyao came directly to dismantle her stage as if he didn't understand her meaning.

“Mengyao, don't you think I'm your friend?” Yang Xiu-er's hands pinched her sleeves and tears fell off. The grievance made Yang Le-le couldn't help but fight a chill. This Yang Xiu-er is too diaphragmatic, right?

Ning Mengyao's eyebrows slightly wrinkled, seemed to be thinking about this question. When Yang Xiuer smiled happily at Yang Lele, Ning Mengyao said seriously: “You and I were not friends. ”

Is it that simple to be her friend? Is this kind of woman deserving to be her friend?

She has always disliked Yang Xiu-er. She just thought about the first time she came here, and she didn't do anything too much to her, so she pretended not to see those little moves. Although this is true, she never thought of Yang Xiu-er as a friend. If she said a friend, it would only be Yang Le.

Yang Xiu-er was so bluntly said by Ning Mengyao. Her face was a little ugly. Just now, she looked at Yang Lele with pride, and now it was like slapping her face hard.

“Mengyao, you have gone too far. ”

Looking at the back of Yang Xiu-er's departure, Mengyao smiled coldly. He turned his head and looked at Yang Lele: “How come you have time to come here today? ”

“Hey, I can only come to you this afternoon, you're too busy in the morning.” She had come in the morning before, just to see her being so serious about teaching the kids to read, it didn't bother them.

Ning Mengyao smiled: “You can come at rest. ”

“Didn't you take them out to study and play games when you were resting?” Yang Lele asked strangely.

“You don't have to go, you don't have to. ”

“Well, next time we take a break, why don't we go to town together?” Yang Lele came here today just to let Ning Mengyao go with her. The last time she helped draw the figure, she had embroidered it all. She was just worried about what price she could sell.

Ning Mengyao nodded softly, thinking that the family seemed to need to buy rice or something.

“Okay, then we'll go together, and I'll see if I can embroider my screen in the next few days, and if I can, then we'll sell it together.” This screen has been embroidered for a long time, and it's a good thing there's no time limit on this one, otherwise you're in big trouble.

In the talking room, Ning Mengyao had moved out the embroidery frame that he had put back. When he saw the screen embroidered by Ning Mengyao, Yang Lele's eyes were full of surprises and likes.