The General’s Little Peasant Wife

“I won't go, I'll stay, and if anything happens, I'll leave.” Ning Mengyao thought that they would definitely not leave in the future, but thought that there were still many things to wait for them to deal with, so she asked to add.

Yang Zhi was satisfied as soon as he heard: “Then I am satisfied.” Then let Joe's go straight to the point that if the child has a sister, don't be a mother.

And then it frowned: "Bad kids. ”

After listening to it, Mengyao suddenly mumbled and laughed. He called himself the brothers and sisters-in-law of Mr. and Mrs. Yang Yi. Their son called her sister again. Isn't it true that she is a poor child?

“Ji 'er will call her aunt later.” Joe's watch his son drown, "he said.

Yang Zhi whispered: “But I still like to call Sister Mengyao. ”

He reached out and touched his son's head. Young's explanation was very gentle: “Mengyao and his parents are the same age. If you call your sister, this generation is bad. ”

Yang Zhiyi listened, reluctantly whispering: “Auntie. ”

“That's sweet. Am I still my sister or my aunt?” Ning Mengyao saw that his emotions towards Yang Zhi were not very good and explained with a smile.

Yang Zhiyi heard it and thought it was the same thing. Whatever he called it, it was the same person, and it was just as good for him.

Think about it and figure it out: “Auntie, I know. ”

“Good boy, Brother Yang, sister-in-law, let's go home first. ”

“Go back, you big stomach, you're tired.” Joe's hurried back.

The two men walked on a quiet road. Ning Mengyao listened to the rumbling sound and the corner of her mouth snapped slightly. It is true that this side of the world is more suitable for her.

Joe Tianjin stood behind him and looked at Ning Mengyao. His eyes were thick and gentle and drowning.

When the two returned, the Qin women also prepared food. Ning Mengyao looked helpless: “Granny, why did you prepare so much food for me? ”

“This is not to think that you will definitely come back for dinner when you go out and come back after you have eaten outside.” It's so late, he must have come back after dinner.

Ning Mengyao was a little embarrassed, but they didn't come back to say, "Would you like some more soup? ”

Grandma Qin stewed soup, it tastes better than the royal cook. I prefer to drink it during the weekdays. There is no soup at the village chief's house today, so I took the bowl and served it.

“Okay.”

After a small sip of the soup in the bowl, Ning Mengyao went upstairs to wash up and prepare for rest.

The sadness of no entertainment show is that, when it gets dark, there's nothing to do, then you have to go to sleep.

“Go to sleep. Tomorrow we'll wake up and take a walk in the mountains. Haven't you been saying that for a long time?” Since she knew she was coming back, she said she was going to the back of the mountain to play, and now it's a chance.

Don't those eyes light up when you hear it?

“Really? ”

“When have I ever lied to you?” Joe Tian looked at Ning Mengyao with a smile.

Ning Mengyao shook his head.

“Then close your eyes and sleep. If you don't want to sleep yet, I'll help you.” Qiao Tianchang and obscurely bit Ning Mengyao's earlobes.

I was embarrassed when Yao's face rose. “I... I sleep. ”

Watching Ning Mengyao lie down in a panic, his face is as good as dyed research.

He reached out and touched Ning Mengyao's stomach: "Alas, when will this child be born?” The voice was called a grudge and pity, like who bullied him.

Ning Mengyao stood up to a smile and said, “That's enough. ”

Qiao Tian glanced at Ning Mengyao, his eyes flashed: “Daughter-in-law...” That can stretch the voice, let Ning Mengyao shake his body for a moment. This man in front of him without a manipulation glanced at him: “Enough, you are a big man. ”

“What's wrong with a grown man? A grown man can't be petty with his daughter-in-law?” Joe Tian looked straight at Ning Mengyao.

And the latter was frightened: “You're too kind to say it. ”

Joe Tian looked at his big stomach and counted his time in his heart. He still had to be a monk for three months.

“Sleep.” Joe Tian lay smoothly on the bed, hugging people into his arms, his eyes were not boring, and it was not so hard to see.

I can't see it, it feels good enough.