The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Ning Mengyao frowned: “How can that be? He won't laugh at you, he'll just think you love him and look forward to his arrival.” How could there have been such a big response if it hadn't been for the expectations?

Joe Tian suddenly smiled, as if he was thinking too much.

“Then I'm relieved.” Qiao Tian hugged Ning Mengyao, his chin resting on her shoulder, looking at the contents of the book, anyway, still felt a bit unusual.

He reached out and touched the man's face. He preferred the bright eyes of Mengyao. He was still very happy for Joe Tian's occasional foolishness.

The two spoke intimately in the study until the door of the room was knocked open and this went out.

Turns out it was the royal wind. They came to say goodbye to her and were ready to go back.

They have been here for some time, and now everything that should be arranged has been arranged for him, and they have been handed over to Joe Tianjin. They have already rushed over there, and things are piling up and they need to go back and deal with it.

“Are you really leaving?” Ning Mengyao looked very reluctantly at them.

“We'll see you when you have a baby.” Merolyn couldn't resist, walking to Ning Mengyao and whispering the admonition.

Ning Mengyao looked at them with agitation: “Okay, but we were probably on the other side of Baishan Village then. ”

“Okay, we'll meet you there. ”

Merrill's things were already packed and waiting to leave after bidding farewell to Ning Mengyao.

When Xiao Qitian came, he saw them packing and leaving.

“Where are you going? ”

“Back, there's a lot going on over there.” These days they had some feelings too.

Xiao Qitian frowned. When people thought what he was going to do, they found out that he was actually looking at the snow shower: “Are you going to leave with them? ”

Snowflake saw everyone's gaze on her, a little awkward at first, but nodded softly: "Yeah, I'm ready to go back. ”

Xiao Tian's eyebrows became tighter and looked at the snow: “Can't you stay? ”

The snow was awkward and the morning frowned and looked at Xiao Qitian: "What do you want, son? ”

“Want her to be my princess.” Xiao Qitian naturally said, not paying any attention to the thoughts of others.

Snowflake's face turned red and stared at Xiao Qi Tian severely: “What are you talking about? ”

“When did I say that? I'm very serious about this again.” Xiao Qitian looked at the snow.

Can a lifelong event be a play?

When she looked at her sister in the morning, she had shyness in her eyes and a slight redness in her cheeks. At first glance, she knew that Xiao Qitian also had some fondness for this period.

That's what Xiao Qitian looked like.

Ning Mengyao looked at Xiao Qitian, looked at the snow shower, and then turned to look at Joe Tianjin: “When did they hook up? ”

“I don't know." Joe Tian frowned and had some doubts in his mind. It seemed like they hadn't been alone in a while?

Ning Mengyao turned around and continued watching the play.

“Boy, you want to marry my sister? No way. ”

Xiao Qitian died looking at the morning: “What conditions do you have? ”

“My sister is the only one in my life. Can you do that?” Sitting on his horse in the morning, his hands wrapped around his chest and looked at Xiao Qitian.

“This is it? ”

“The royal man...”

“What happened to the royal family? If I had to do that, I wouldn't even know how many women there are now.” What Xiao Qitian said is true, if he can't make his own decisions about marriage, now the women in his house don't know how many have gone.

The morning glanced at Xiao Qitian: “The Emperor agrees? ”

“Why disagree?” Xiao Qitian did not understand why he needed the consent of his brother-in-law to marry his daughter-in-law.

If he looks at Xiao Qitian thoughtfully, if he really looks like him, the affair seems to be good too: “I can't handle my sister's marriage. ”

Xiao Qitian picked the eyebrows: “This is simple, I'll go back with you, just say it. ”

I'd rather Dream Yao cover his face. Isn't this a shame? I can't believe you said that, but it's really powerful.