The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Ning Mengyao held Joe Tian's waist tight, his voice whimpered like a little beast who had lost his parents.

This kind of Ning Mengyao made Qiao Tian smooth is very heartbreaking, hands hugging people, letting them sit on their own legs, with one hand, not a single time behind her gently clapping.

“The sky is clear and I'm still worried.” At a time when Qiao Tianjing thought that Ning Mengyao had gradually calmed down, Ning Mengyao suddenly opened his mouth and instead shocked Qiao Tianjing, who was thinking about things beside him.

“As long as my father-in-law doesn't have an accident, we can find him. The other side spent so much effort trying not to kill him.” Qiao Tian grabbed Ning Mengyao and explained to her softly, hoping that she would be quiet.

After listening to Joe Tianzhan's slightly dull and full of sexy voices, Ning Mengyao's eyelids gradually pulled down and finally fell asleep in Joe Tianzhan's arms.

I haven't slept much since last night. Today I'm worried about Nangong Yao, and I can't bear it.

When people were almost really asleep, Joe Tian carefully placed them in bed before leaving the house.

Calling back the previous people and asking them a few more times to make sure there was nothing missing before they left.

Joe Tian thought of what several people had said. His eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. Where was his father-in-law taken?

And how could my father-in-law suddenly disappear for no reason? What happened in the middle of this?

One problem emerged after another, Joe Tian reached out and rubbed his eyebrows, a little helpless.

Looks like there's no way to go on like this.

“Keep looking, start with White Ink.” When I think of white ink, Joe Tianjin's expression is much colder.

That man better have nothing wrong, otherwise don't blame them for doing it without mercy.

“Yes.”

After giving all the orders, Qiao Tian sighed and thought that he could live a simple life in Baishan Village. Who knows that they just don't give themselves this chance. It's either something here or something, which really annoys him.

But that's his daughter-in-law's father, his father-in-law. Can he not help himself? How is that possible?

As long as there has been no news, Ning Mengyao must be restless. He does not want Ning Mengyao to be upset by these things.

Ning Mengyao slept heavily until he woke up in the middle of the night.

“What took me so long?” Ning Mengyao looked out in the dark and said with some dismay.

“You're tired to sleep that long.” Joe Tian smiled and didn't tell Ning Mengyao at all because he lit her some incense to help her sleep, plus she lit her sleeping hole. If he didn't sleep at this time, he would really doubt whether his kung fu was regressing.

Ning Mengyao twisted his neck and felt his neck was completely stiff.

“It hurts my neck to sleep. It's strange how I slept so well today.” In the end, Ning Mengyao whispered, and this happened to be heard by Joe Tian.

The corner of his mouth bent slightly, and Joe Tian whispered to him, “Okay, it's okay. It's just a nap. It's okay. ”

“I can't do that. I have to get someone to find Dad.” Ning Mengyao hurriedly pushed away Joe Tianjing and was ready to get out of bed.

His eyes quickly dragged people to bed, and Joe Tian said, "What's your hurry? I've arranged everything. ”

“Then I'm relieved.” Ning Mengyao just nodded at ease.

Joe Tian is silent. How can this girl be so relieved? But it's better to detail yourself than to trust someone else.

The two of them sit in the same bed, but each has its own mind.

Ning Mengyao reached out and rubbed her shoulder. How did she feel like sleeping, as if her bones were all crispy.

“Tianjin, my father must find it, and white ink.” The two disappeared together, and as long as one can be found, the second can be found.

And in Ning Mengyao's heart, Nangong Flame was kidnapped by white ink.