The General’s Little Peasant Wife

In the village, Ning Mengyao does not intend to ignore it, is willing to believe her, naturally she does not have to say, is unwilling to believe her, even if it is useless to say more.

At this time, let's talk to Joe Tian about the next thing.

Xiao Qitian sent a lot of apricot flowers in the previous few days, and it is said that they will be sent back and asked when the apricot wine will be good.

In this regard, Mengyao only feels that there are a lot of things left to do.

Going out to Xiao Qitian, Qiao Tianchang here doesn't know where to find a lot of apricot flowers.

Seeing a bunch of apricot blossoms in the workshop that had been built before in the back, it seemed that Mengyao had seen a lot of silver flying towards him.

After everything was ready, Ning Mengyao started pointing to the people to make apricot wine. Of course, the most important steps were done by several people in green and snow, and the people in the village could not get involved at all.

During this period, previous rumors became more and more intense. Those people said that Yang Lele had accepted the benefits of Ning Mengyao and naturally helped her. In fact, Yang Lele was a concubine in a large family.

This news busy Ning Mengyao doesn't know, she doesn't know doesn't mean Yang Lele doesn't know, you know it is about her reputation.

Then, one by one, he found out that it was from Yang Xiu-er's mother, Ro Shi.

From the Roche, it means that it has nothing to do with Yang Xiu-er.

Yang Lele walked into Yang Xiu-er's house and looked cold as if Yang Xiu-er had changed. His eyes were cold: “What do you mean, Yang Xiu-er? ”

“Don't know what you're talking about.” Yang Xiu-er's eyes flashed slightly, lowering her head and whispering.

God knows how jealous she was when she saw Yang Le Le Na completely changed her appearance. The bad thing she used to say was an ordinary village aunt, and now she wants to say that Yang Le is a rich lady and some people believe it.

But why? What she can't get from Yang Xiu-er, how can Yang Le-le get it?

“Yang Xiu-er, you really can't see the coffin without tears. Don't you dare say you didn't tell the rumors?” Yang Lele smiled coldly.

Yang Xiu-er finally looked up at Yang Le, his eyes filled with apathy: “So what? So what? Yang Le Le, what do you care? ”

“I really don't care, I just want to remind you that you do less of this kind of thing, and it's not good to save yourself from being cocooned.” Yao Yao didn't have time to ignore her. She really thought Yao Yao was afraid of her. I don't know what to say.

A woman who once saw herself inferior, who can now take on the responsibility of herself with high toes?

Seeing Yang Lele like that, Yang Xiu-er couldn't help but directly grab the face of her fox.

“Yang Lele, what do you think you are? Do you really think climbing Ning Mengyao would be great? Sooner or later, the rumor is what happens to you.” Yang Xiu-er saw that Yang Le-le was leaving and suddenly said angrily.

Yang Lele paused for a moment and turned to look at Yang Xiu-er's already twisted face: “It's my own business, it's none of your business, and remind you, when you do something, think about what happened to your mother then.” Ignore the look on Yang Xiu-er's face and Ro's face and turn away.

After coming out of Yang Xiu 'er's house, Yang Lele's expression gradually subsided.

She is now certain that Yang Xiu-er is still sending these words because of herself.

From Yang Xiu-er's eyes, she saw jealousy, saw hatred, and other emotions she didn't understand.

She thought it was probably because Yao sent her outside, so she had an imbalance in her mind.

Though not going to ask Ning Mengyao, Yang Lele has guessed that 89 is not separated from 10.

Yang Lele went home and went to Ning Mengyao's.

Now there is no one in the family, Yang Zhi went to private school, while the rest of the family went to Ning Mengyao to work, and also get a lot of wages a day.

“Has Yaoyao Yang Xiu-er come to see you?” Yang Lele found Ning Mengyao and didn't turn around and ask directly.