The General’s Little Peasant Wife

After listening to Joe Tianjin's explanation, Ning Mengyao was less interested in the family, and Wei Zixin was even less excited about the defense. Such a foolish opponent could not let her do it.

Turn around and keep your voice down to Joe Tian.

Not long later, a whispering voice sounded in the royal garden: “Yao...”

The sound made Joe Tian's eyes squint slightly, looking up at the past in the direction of the source of the sound.

That place Lingloo was standing there with Xiao Zixuan. Lingloo's eyes looked at Ning Mengyao with some trance.

That look, for any woman, was fatal, especially Xiao Zixuan, who had lost almost everything.

Xiao Zixuan's sex converged a lot after the child's accident, busy taking care of the child every day, many things ignored, but today, in front of so many people, Linglou made such a move, which is undoubtedly a facial beating behavior for her.

After a glance at Linglou, the corner of his mouth hooked up with a grin. Without saying hello to Ling Wuhou, he walked towards the place where Xiao Wangfu was located.

Ling Wuhou looked rude to Xiao Zixuan and couldn't help but frown.

“Lol, what kind of woman are you? How dare you treat us like this?” The fact that Ling Wuhou doesn't care doesn't mean that his wife doesn't care. Xiao Zixuan just left, so he started yelling.

Linglo glanced at his mother and although he didn't show up, his heart was very impatient.

Ever since the child had high fever brain burning problems, his mother had been counting Xiao Zixuan, saying how she was, even the child wouldn't take it, causing her grandson to become like this.

In short, one must say, and Xiao Zixuan is not the kind of person willing to suffer, so after she said it, Xiao Zixuan of course was going to rebut it, so she also said what she did.

At the end of the day, both of them were ashamed. During this time, Ling Wuhou Mansion was like a battlefield. Both Ling Lo's father and son were unwilling to go back.

“Mother, what day is it? Can you stop for a second?” Linglo looked at her impatiently.

Ling Wuhou also looked at the woman around him unhappily: “Enough, look at what you look like now, just like the city well bitch, can't get on the stage. ”

This would give Mrs. Ling Wuhou half a day of choking, she could not speak. She stared at Ling Wuhou and couldn't believe her eyes.

What does he mean? Said she couldn't get on the stage: "What do you mean? ”

“Enough. ”

Ling Lo frowned dying, and when Lady Ling Wuhou was about to make a scene, she turned her head violently: “Mother, do you want the envoys of the country to come and see the jokes of Ling Wuhou Mansion? If not, shut up.” He's had enough of this woman.

Mrs. Ling Wuhou opened her mouth and eventually closed her mouth, but her face was not very nice.

After Xiao Zixuan reached Li Linger's side, the grievance erupted, and when Li Linger was in a hurry to ask, he told her everything.

Hearing what happened to her daughter in Lingwu Hou Mansion, Li Linger trembled in anger, looked at Prince Xiao and drank in anger: “You can't even protect your daughter and grandson, what else can you do? ”

Xiao Yilin's face was not very pretty, and it became even uglier in a flash.

In addition to investigating the matter of Ning Mengyao, he also investigated some of the things that happened more than 10 years ago in Wangfu, which had nothing to do with Li Linger, but there is no evidence yet.

When Xiao Zixuan looked at Xiao Yilin's face, he knew the bad things: “Mother, stop talking, Father is very protective of me. ”

“You're still helping her talk.” Li Linger got angrier.

“I mean it, it's all her fault that Ning Mengyao's bitch wouldn't have ended up like this if it wasn't for her.” When Xiao Zixuan thought of Linglou's obsession with Ning Mengyao, she hated the itching of her teeth.

No, but she, Li Linger heard Ning Mengyao's name, her expression was also twisted, just because she was incarcerated in the yard unable to go out, because Ning Mengyao's bitch, at this moment Xiao Zixuan's mother and daughter looked strange.