The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Xiao Qifeng's disgusting opening: “Xiao Zixuan is like a lunatic now. If she doesn't go out, she will go crazy when she sees a child over a year old. She runs over and robs a child. The other day, she didn't send out a message. She robbed two or three of her children. Finally, she almost died. ”

The Lingwu Hou Mansion was very strict in covering up this matter, and all these things were solved with money, so the outsiders did not know this.

Ning Mengyao frowned: “A situation like Xiao Zixuan is dangerous.” This is what Ning Mengyao thinks of her.

Xiao Qifeng nodded: “Yeah, so now Linglo they all keep Xiao Zixuan at home and keep her out of the house. ”

“Prince Xiao ignored? ”

“Xiao Yilin and Xiao Zixuan had long since broken off their father and daughter. ”

Ning Mengyao understood, now Xiao Zixuan is a lonely widow, no wonder he will be made into that ghost.

This matter Ning Mengyao didn't think too much. She didn't care. Doesn't mean that Joe Tianjin didn't care. When he returned, he made people stare at Xiao Zixuan. He can't leave at any time.

At this moment, Xiao Zixuan sat in her room with a doll in her hand, filled with silver needles, with Ning Mengyao's name on it, and even her birthday.

“County master Ning Mengyao has returned. ”

“Are you back? Keep an eye on him.” Now Ning Mengyao is in the General's Palace, she can't help it, but she doesn't believe Ning Mengyao can stay in it forever.

Her child is gone because of the woman Ning Mengyao.

Thinking of Linglo because she said something bad about Mengyao, she pushed the child onto the table and the child was gone.

Linglo kept saying it was an accident, and he didn't want to, uh, an accident? She only has a baby now, but because his baby is gone, come and tell her what else she can have without the baby.

But that's not her baby anymore, and he just likes her baby.

She won't be so sour about this, she will definitely make Ning Mengyao pay for it, she doesn't have children, and she won't let Ning Mengyao's bitch have children.

Ling Lo also knew that Ning Mengyao was back. Thinking about it, Ling Lo decided to go to the General's Palace himself.

When he arrived at the General's Palace, he happened to see the two Ning Mengyao and his wife returning from the outside and walking to the door.

“Yao 'er, wait, I want to talk to you.” Seeing Ning Mengyao, they pretended not to see themselves, ready to go in, Linglo rushed over, his men consciously to grab Ning Mengyao's arm.

When he sensed his move, Joe Tian smoothly held Ning Mengyao in his arms and staggered Linglo's move: “Young Master Ling weighs himself. ”

Linglou was bored. He looked at Ning Mengyao and said, “Yao, I came to see you today. I just wanted to tell you, watch out for Xiao Zixuan. She wants to do it to you. ”

It's okay not to say this. It's very ugly to say this Joe's smooth face.

Relax and hold Ning Mengyao's hand, Qiao Tian walked towards Linglou, grabbing his collar, heavy is a punch.

“Why would you let Yao pay you for what you did? Linglo, who do you think you are? If anything happens to Yao Yao this time, I will definitely let you add another chicken dog.” He's not just talking. If anything happens to Mengyao this time, he'll really collapse.

Ning Mengyao seemed very nice to stand aside. It seemed like she was telling Linglo that she was listening to Joe Tianjin now.

“I...” Linglo Language Sai, I understand that this is really his problem. If it wasn't for his fault the child wouldn't die, Xiao Zixuan wouldn't be mad, and wanted to attack Ning Mengyao.

“Linglo, stop showing up in front of us. Every time I meet you, I feel like it's the beginning of my bad luck.” Every time she met Linglo, she had bad luck, either seeing blood or regretting meeting a killer. So many times, she really felt enough.

“Yao 'er, I... I'm sorry. ”

“You have nothing to be sorry for me, it's just that my thoughts are different, and I can't because my son dictates your mind.” Differences are not mutually beneficial. Perhaps this is the relationship between her and Linglo.