The General’s Little Peasant Wife

With this in mind, Mengyao couldn't help but burn in anger. Damn, she knew the man was upset to find Dad. Who would do something like this?

Joe Tian stretched his hand in his arms and whispered softly in her ear: "Don't be angry. When he leaves, we'll find a way to look at it. ”

You can hear the sound coming from there, probably just one wall apart on both sides.

Ning Mengyao nodded and said he understood.

They waited a long time to hear the voices disappear, not only that, but he also seemed to hear the stone room closing across the street.

Joe Tian looked down at the people around him: "Let's find out if there's an organ. ”

“Okay.”

Ning Mengyao and Qiao Tianzhang split up and searched around for half a day without finding any trace.

Some anxiously put a heavy hammer on the wall, accidentally made a noise, the place where Mengyao's hand held down, suddenly recessed, the door gradually opened in the eyes of both.

And most surprisingly, when the stone door opened, the two of them actually saw a very sophisticated room, as if they lived here with a big girlfriend.

“Let's go check it out? ”

“Okay.”

The two of them walked past carefully and really had everything inside, beds, closets, cabinets, bookshelves, tables, and a lot of food outside the first time.

Seeing these, Ning Mengyao was a little confused: “This place really looks like a place to live alone. ”

Joe laid his gaze on the bed and laid quietly on a beautiful woman.

The woman looked like she was about thirty years old, her eyes closed, her chest slightly ups and downs, telling everyone she was alive.

Ning Mengyao also found the woman in bed at this time. Before Joe Tian opened his mouth, he walked towards the bed and looked at the woman in bed with amazement. There was a clear doubt in his eyes: “Tian Xiang, do you think this person is very familiar? ”

Joe Tian nodded smoothly, and the speculation in his heart was confirmed when he saw this man, not to mention that he had seen the portraits cherished by the flames of the Nangong Palace in the Regent's palace.

The person lying in this bed is exactly like the person on the portrait, not even a trace of the years.

Ning Mengyao held his chin with one hand, looked seriously at the person in bed, frowned to death.

“I'm sure I've really seen this guy somewhere, but I can't really remember anything.” Ning Mengyao stood beside the bed talking to himself.

Qiao Tianjing watched Ning Mengyao tangled there and couldn't help but sigh. He wanted to tell her that this is the person she was looking for, just thinking about their current situation. If she told Ning Mengyao that she was afraid she would take people away at all costs, then she would probably be in trouble.

“Tianjin, do you know who this man is?” Ning Mengyao saw Joe Tianjin's face with a strange expression and couldn't help but ask.

Joe Tian was silent for a moment and finally shook his head without telling him.

“I don't know, I think she's familiar, too, as if she'd seen it somewhere.” Joe Tian frowned and looked confused.

It doesn't look like it was pretending, Mengyao didn't care, but looked carefully at the woman in bed: “If the frost is here, I can ask her to help with the pulse and see why she stays asleep.” Ning Mengyao grunted with regret.

Joe Tian's eyelids jumped and looked at Ning Mengyao. There was nothing he could do about it.

Is this the magical power of kinship? You don't know anything yet, and you've started to care about your consciousness.

“Yao Yao, it's time for us to go and find someone else.” Joe Tian heard the voice and frowned.

“But...” Ning Mengyao glanced at the woman in the bed and couldn't resist.

“Someone's coming, and if you want to see this guy, let's get this place straight, and we can come back, and now's not the time.” Joe Tian looked at Ning Mengyao and said seriously.

When Ning Mengyao wanted to say anything else, he heard the opening voice of the organ.