The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Joe Tian smoothly prevented Ning Mengyao from worrying too much about Ryan's affairs. He reached out and hugged people into his arms: “Don't think about it so much, Ryan knows how to handle it. ”

“Mmm.”

“Take a break, we have to hurry tomorrow.” Joe Tian stretched out his hand and pressed people against the bed.

“I get it. ”

Not long after the two of them lay in bed, Ning Mengyao closed his eyes and fell asleep.

But the child, probably some of them admitted the bed and couldn't sleep somewhere else, with their eyes open and looking around.

“Daddy's not messing around. Daddy's playing with you.” Joe Tian held Jomo up carefully and played with him with his little toys. He didn't want him to quarrel until Ning Mengyao rested.

It wasn't until dawn that the child closed his eyes and Joe Tian reached out and lit up his son's head. This is the first time this little guy has ever made such a mess of himself.

Joe Tianjin put the child in the top so that he could take off his clothes and go to bed, hugging people to sleep overnight.

The next day, when he woke up, Joe Tianjing and his children were still asleep, which surprised Ning Mengyao.

A glimpse of Jomo flashed a smile in his eyes, it seemed last night that the child was torturing too late.

When Ning Mengyao thought about it, the child woke up. Ning Mengyao saw him flat and wanted to cry. He hurriedly hugged him: “Monkey, you can't quarrel with Daddy to rest, you know?” While talking about holding the child to the end of the bed, changing the diapers, breastfeeding the child, after doing everything, the child fell asleep after beating a debt, two small white hands were placed on the cheek, and grabbed, not to mention how cute.

Seeing the little monkey like this, Mengyao sighed again. If there was a camera or a cell phone, it would be great to record this lovely scene of his son.

Record? Thinking of this, Ning Mengyao took out a self-binding book, held a charcoal pen in his hand, looked at the size and size of the bed, drew a drawing, and came out with a sketch in a little while.

Satisfactory nod to put away the book, it's her secret, it can't be shown.

When Joe Tian was awake, it was a little late, and he reached out and rubbed his forehead: “Why didn't you wake me? ”

“Seeing as how you sleep, I didn't call you. ”

“Get ready and let's go.” Joe Tian smiled and got out of bed and glanced at Joe Mo Mo: “Is Jo still awake? ”

“I woke up once, fed him and slept again. ”

“I must have been sleepy by that time last night.” Joe Tianjing shook his head helplessly.

Ning Mengyao understood as soon as he heard it. No wonder he got up so late today, it was because of this.

After the two of them had packed up and left, Ryan was already waiting there, and it was much better to see him adjust after one night.

“Boss, be careful. ”

“Don't worry.” Ning Mengyao didn't want to swing in like that, at least he had to disguise himself.

When Ryan saw Joe Tianjin walking again, he glared at his eyes: "Boss? ”

“How come you don't know him?” Joe's eyes were cold and Ryan was normal immediately.

Joe Tianchang, this is not the first time I've seen Ning Mengyao's makeup technology, it can completely decay into magic, it's even better than easy masquerading.

When ready, Joe Tianjin became a wealthy man to take his wife and children around and not remind them that they were the effective town general, and the general's wife.

After entering the Mausoleum, a group of people purposefully went towards the capital of the Mausoleum.

After arriving at the place, Qiao Tianyan and others knew about the situation in the Mausoleum without being able to inquire, and when they saw the sighs of the people, Ning Mengyao knew that the royal wind had done everything.

It showed that they had found a liquor store to stay in, had Green Frost take care of the children, and the two went to the Regent's Palace with the token given by Nangong Flame.

If they had come before, they would have been discovered if they had come in so blatantly, but now the Mausoleum naturally did not have that much time to deal with the Regent's Royal Palace due to internal and external worries, so Ning Mengyao let them drill an empty space.

Nangong Ming looked at the token in Ning Mengyao's hand, his eyes slightly brightened: “Are you the county master? ”

“Yes.”

“My subordinates have met the county chief. ”