The General’s Little Peasant Wife

The moment Yang Lele heard the green bamboo language, he jumped up and held Ning Mengyao's neck tightly: “Yao Yao, do you hear me? I'm through. I'm through. ”

Ning Mengyao's neck was strangled with some pain. He couldn't help but wrinkle his eyebrows. He reached out and pulled his hand down on his neck: “Calm down, don't get excited. I'm dying from strangulation. ”

Rushing loose to hold Ning Mengyao's hand, Yang Lele felt a little guilty and touched his nose, very embarrassed: “Yao Yao, I'm sorry, I'm so excited. ”

“It's okay, Green Bamboo, you can arrange something for Happy.” Naturally, she understands how Yang Lele feels, but she doesn't blame her.

“Twenty days a month here, between ten days off.” Green bamboo thought for a long time before giving such an answer.

For Yang Lele, this arrangement is simply picking up a huge cheap price.

“Thank you, Green Bamboo. ”

“You're welcome to stay here as of tomorrow, and someone will send you back in twenty days, but there's one thing I have to make clear to you that what I see and hear here cannot be told to anyone, including your parents.” Green bamboo at this time is not the maiden next to Ning Mengyao, but a manager.

Yang Lele nodded and didn't want to agree: “No problem. ”

“I'll have someone take you to the embroidery room.” and walked out.

“I'll tell Uncle Yang they have a lot of money every twenty days, don't worry. ”

“I believe you.” She would follow, except because Ning Mengyao told her to pull, and more importantly, she wanted to meet herself outside.

Although she is still in the embroidery estate, by the time she came to this place, she knew that Ning Mengyao's identity was definitely not simple, she was with her and could get what she wanted, so she was not in a hurry.

After arranging Yang Lele, Ning Mengyao and Qingzhu left the embroidery village to return to Baishan Village.

Watching her daughter follow but not come back, the Young's are a little worried.

“Yao 'er enjoys her...”

“Don't worry, Aunt Yang, Happy will only be out for 20 days a month, and the remaining 10 days will come back.” What the Yang family wanted to ask, Ning Mengyao naturally knew, and now answered her question directly.

A month just outside for 20 days? The Yang family is also more receptive to this arrangement.

“Then we can rest assured.” Though we don't stay together every day, it's already good, after all, what they're working for, it's too much to compare, but they don't seem to understand anything.

The matter of Yang Lele is over, however, Yang Xiu-er doesn't know where to find out that Yang Lele was sent outside by Ning Mengyao to learn embroidery skills, his face twisted jealously.

Ning Mengyao... It's really great, it's so good for Yang Lele, but it's like sending flowers.

Hands tightly held together, Yang Xiu 'er's eyes were full of poison.

Rochelle saw her daughter like this, a little scared, a little worried: "Xiu, what's wrong with you? ”

“Mother preferred to send Yang Lele out to that bitch.” Yang Xiu-er grew up so big that she had never been anywhere but the county. She didn't care about this before, because no one in the village had been there, but now Yang Le-le actually went out, and I heard she was still in a big town.

If you think about it, you can't be jealous of yourself. Either way, she must settle this bill with Ning Mengyao.

After that, Yang Xiuyer has spent a lot of time blocking Ning Mengyao. However, it is definitely not possible to have more people in her house right now. Most importantly, Joe Tianjin is building a house next to her house. If he does something himself, it is difficult to ensure that Joe Tianjin will not help.

Finally, half a month after Yang Lele left, she finally found an opportunity to plug people at the foot of the mountain when she went back to Yang Lele's house.

Looking at the person I haven't seen in a while, I'd rather dream of Yao's eyes with confusion and surprise: “What's wrong? ”

Yang Xiu-er pressed down the amazing fire in his heart and looked at Ning Mengyao coldly and asked: “Where is Yang Lele? ”