The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Seeing Doo stop and look at herself, Mengyao asked coldly: "If you can't say it, don't blame me me for accusing you of defamation and insulting others. ”

Is there such a law? Mengyao is actually not very clear. However, seeing Du's instantly pale face, Mengyao slightly snapped his lip corner. It seems that there is still such a law.

Du's face panicked. To say, it seemed that their family had received more help from Ning Mengyao. It was enough that Ning Mengyao gave her dog's doll's book, ink pen and paper yarn, and whether there was any convergence.

“That's it for today. My house is small enough to hold you noble, clean people, please.” Ning Mengyao looked at some overwhelmed women beside him, as well as Doo Shi, and said coldly: “And if anyone after today arranges me like Yang Xiu-er for no reason, I don't think you want to see this coming. ”

At the same time, Ning Mengyao's gaze kept on Du's body, and the frightened Du ran away with the dish in his hand.

The rest of the women shouted and eventually all left.

“They're really good. ”

“It's just a bunch of irrelevant people.” Ning Mengyao shook his head gently, saying nothing.

Looking at Ning Mengyao like this, Yang Lele suddenly felt a little sore. What did Ning Mengyao go through, making her look like this, really hurts.

“Yao Yao, you...”

“Hmm?”

“It's okay." Yang Lele shook her head in a hurry, but she kept telling herself that she must be good to her in the future.

After Doo's return, despite the great dissatisfaction in his heart, he wanted to say something, but when he thought of Ning Mengyao's cold and bitter eyes, he couldn't say anything if he wanted to make it up. This taste was very unpleasant, and Doo's was unhappy all day.

When the dog doll came to ask when she could continue to read, it burst out and even gave the dog a beating for no reason.

Yang Xiu-er's affair did not have any impact on Ning Mengyao's life, but rather made her feel much easier.

On this day, when Ning Mengyao was ready to take the children out to school, it suddenly rained heavily, and under helplessness Ning Mengyao could only give up this idea.

Good thing she built the loft while she was building the house, took a few kids to the loft and taught them to play games.

Until noon, Ning Mengyao told them to go back. He sat beside the attic and watched the leaching rain outside.

In the blink of an eye, she had been in Baishan Village for three or four months. When she first arrived, she still thought, it was almost midyear now, and the time passed really quickly.

The bitter smile gradually appeared on my face over the years without a reason in my mind.

Thinking about it, she suddenly realized that she seemed to have done nothing in all these years, just to circle around Linglo. Although her life was full, she felt like she was missing something, which left her with a bit of a trance.

This rain was only for three days. By noon on the fourth day, the rain stopped. The clouds of the sky gradually dissipated, revealing some smiling faces of the sun. Looking at the gradual clearing of the sky, Ning Mengyao suddenly found himself somewhat worried about the sky.

Anyway, life goes on, it's nice to stay here all the time, don't worry, don't worry.

In the evening, Yang Lele walked in with his melon and said, "Yao Yao, why don't we go pick up the mushrooms in the mountains tomorrow? What do you think? ”

Ning Mengyao thought about it, as if it were okay, so he nodded and agreed: “Okay. ”

“Well, I'll call you tomorrow morning.” Yang Lele said a few words to Ning Mengyao and hurried back, as if something was going on at home.

However, Yang Lele did not come the next day, because today her sister-in-law, Qiao, is going to take Yang Zhi to her mother's house. Yang and Yang Zhu are also in trouble. No one will take care of Yang Yi at home, and Yang Lele can only stay.

Ning Mengyao had no choice but to go to the mountain with his back basket behind him. The air on the mountain was often much better than below. After half a day of drying, the road to the mountain was no longer so wet and smooth. Instead, it was a very good walk.