The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Joe Tianyu looked at Joe Tianyu calmly, without any fear: “Of course I know what I'm talking about. I didn't mean to threaten you, but I just want to talk to you. ”

Qiao Tianyu took a deep look at him and turned back to say a word to Ning Mengyao, which led him out and took Qiao Tianyu towards the back mountain.

“Say what you want to say to me.” Qiao Tianyu looked forward with a faint expression and was not interested in what Qiao Tianyu was trying to say.

Joe Tianyu looked at Joe Tianyu's back: “Do you want to stay in this hill village forever? ”

“There's nothing wrong with that. ”

“Qiao Tianchang cooperated with me. You go back to the capital and I will help you deal with Qiao Zhenghong.” Joe Tianyu spoke his mind.

Joe Tian turned around and looked at Joe Tianyu as if he was sure he would listen to him and go back to the capital.

“I'm not interested, and I have the means to deal with him, and I don't need your help, at the cost of going back to where I don't want to go.” Joe Tianjin's voice carries a mockery.

Joe Jung Hung, can't he be the one pushing all the way back here today? Look, he didn't do anything to make people do this, and he needs to work with people? This is not necessary at all.

Qiao Tianyu's face changed and his expression was unprecedented. Qiao Tianchang was right. If he wanted to, he could deal with Qiao Zhenghong, and the Emperor would help him deal with it. Why would he use this tone to tell him about this?

“You really don't want to work with me?” Joe Tianyu looked at Joe Tianyu and asked coldly.

Qiao Tianyu said with a slight sarcasm: “Even the emperor didn't have the tone to order me back to the capital. Qiao Tianyu, what are you qualified to order me for? ”

“You…”

“I'm not interested in what you say about cooperation and what you're going to do, but Joe Tianyu, if you dare to hurt Yao, I'll make you worse off than you are right now.” Joe Tianjin's voice was serious and not at all like a joke.

Joe Tianyu looked at Joe Tianyu coldly. There was no superfluous expression on his face, but his heart grew colder. If so, don't blame him for being rude.

However, Joe Tianyu did not know that what he had done since then had left him to die in Joe Tianjin's hands before he could do anything.

Looking back at Joe Tianyu turning away, Joe Tianyu had a thought in his eyes, maybe he should take care of these things.

When Qiao Tianjing returned, he was sitting on a swing in the courtyard. His eyes were empty and he didn't know what to think. He didn't even notice him walking around.

Go behind the swing and push gently.

The sudden shake scared Ning Mengyao, but after feeling the familiar breath behind him, he completely relieved himself: “Tianjing, you are back. ”

“Well, come back, don't worry. ”

“I know. Why did he come to you?” Ning Mengyao asked casually.

“He wanted to work with me, just to get me back to the capital.” Joe Tian had a ridiculous smile on his face, something he didn't want to do, and no one could really force him.

Ning Mengyao frowned slightly: “Well...”

“Don't worry, I said I wouldn't go back.” Qiao Tian smoothly dragged the swing, prevented it from continuing to shake, bent over and held Ning Mengyao's body with a strong smile on the bottom of his eyes.

Ning Mengyao put his hand on Joe Tianjin's hand and turned his head to look at him: "Well, I believe you. ”

Besides, Joe Tianyu went back to the town liquor store and his shady expression remained unchanged, which worried some of his followers.

“Young master? ”

“Find a way to let those people know Joe Tianjin's news while letting them know that Joe Tianjin cares about his wife.” Joe Tianyu said coldly.

Since you don't want to go back, I'd like to see if you can still say that you care about your wife being taken away and taken to the capital.

“Young Master, are you trying to use them to force Master San back?” The people below are the ones who have been with Joe Tianyu for a long time, don't need to say and know what he means.

“Yes, I'd like to see if Joe Tianjin can still hold it. ”