The General’s Little Peasant Wife

“This depends on Linglo's performance, but consider other factors. If you need anything, Yao Yao can help.” Joe Tian looked at Xiao Qifeng and said seriously.

Xiao Qifeng nodded: “It's natural, of course I won't be polite with you. ”

Joe Tian smiled and the two talked for a long time before leaving.

Besides, Linglo, after returning from Zhenguo General's Palace, his mind was full of Ning Mengyao's words.

After returning to his study, Ling Wuhou waited there and saw Ling Wuhou in his study. Ling Loo frowned slightly: “Dad, what brings you here? ”

Ling Wuhou nodded: “Well, Dad has something to tell you. ”

Lingloo looked at his serious face strangely, eventually nodded, waved his hand to let the people in the dark leave, which was sitting opposite Ling Wuhou: “Dad, tell me. ”

“Lol, put a paragraph about Ning Mengyao, we have more important things to do now.” Ling Wuhou looked seriously at Ling Lo, a look that Ling Lo had never seen.

The expression had a resolute smell that gave him a bad feeling.

“Dad, what do you mean? ”

“You also know that the royal family has some protection against us now, and if we continue like this, our family will only die in their hands.” Ling Wuhou said, looking at his son.

Linglo was silent and silent, and he knew that Xiao Qifeng had indeed begun to defend himself against them.

“Lol, we just have to let go.” Ling Wuhou looked at Ling Lo biting his teeth and said.

If they don't succeed, it's their last chance.

Ling Lo looked at Ling Wuhou in dismay: "Dad, what do you mean? ”

“Yes, there is an opportunity. ”

“Dad, tell me.” Linglo thought for a long time and finally nodded.

Only by standing at the top of your rights can you live with impunity and get what you want.

What Linglo didn't know, however, was that it was because of what he was thinking, that he died without a corpse.

In the study, the father and son talked for a long time. When Ling Wuhou came out, he had a satisfied smile on his face. In the study, Ling Lo was still sitting in a chair with a trance and determination in his eyes.

Get up and walk to the bookshelf, take out all the scrolls inside, look at the painter above, Linglow with a dangerous light on Linglow's face, he won't get it, and no one else will get it.

Take all the scrolls to the window, light them with fire, inside the basin.

The smiling man inside disappeared into flames, and Linglo's eyes became cold, and even a little crazy.

After burning all the scrolls related to Ning Mengyao in the study, Linglou looked down at the ashes in the basin and his face was warped and cruel.

Turn around, close the door, and turn to Xiao Zixuan's yard.

When he got there, he stood at the door and looked at the courtyard. Xiao Zixuan was holding the child, who was six or seven months old, playing inside, and the child was talking about something, while Xiao Zixuan looked at the child with a drowning face.

This warm scene left Linglo's eyes slightly tranced.

Once he fantasized about this many times, he thought that he and Ning Mengyao would have several children, make a swing in the yard, he pushed the children to swing the swing, and she sewed clothes for them as she did.

And yet it all turned into a shadow, and yet he saw that warmth in his disgusting woman.

“Baby, motherfucker, grow up.” Xiao Zixuan didn't know Linglo was at the door. She looked at the child who kept yelling at her, softly beckoning her.

Linglou subconsciously walked behind Xiao Zixuan and held her from behind her.

A sudden hug scared Xiao Zixuan almost threw the child out of his hand.

Feeling that familiar smell, Xiao Zixuan's eyebrows wrinkled tightly, what does this person want to do?

“You…”

“Give me a hug.” Linglou buried his head in Xiao Zixuan's shoulder pocket, whispering.

Xiao Zixuan frowned and tried to resist, but eventually acquiesced in her behavior, leaving him alone in silence.