The General’s Little Peasant Wife

When Ning Mengyao returned to his room, Qiao Tianjing had washed and sat there waiting.

“How's it going? ”

“Already asleep. ”

Lying in bed, Ning Mengyao suddenly couldn't sleep, but he couldn't even sleep with some sleepy Joe Tianjin beside him.

“What's the matter? ”

“Nothing, probably too much sleep during the day, so I can't sleep right now.” Mengyao muttered a little depressingly.

Qiao Tian reached out and knocked Ning Mengyao's head, his eyes flashed obviously helpless, this girl.

After a long time of talking to Ning Mengyao, he heard the breath coming from his ear. He reached out and covered this big and small quilt, which closed his eyes.

The next day, when Mengyao went to pay for breakfast, when she came out of the room and saw Joe Mo Feng walking behind and talking to Joe Tian, the whole person looked at the scene foolishly.

Ning Mengyao didn't answer his question for half a day. It's a little strange. What happened to this man? Why are you suddenly not talking?

“What's wrong with you? ”

Before falling back to God, his eyes were a little anxious: “He is…”

Looking at the past with an unfinished eye, Hershey was Maple: “This is my eldest son. What's wrong? ”

Before I could say anything, I saw Jomo Maple's gaze at her, and I had to say that the spirit of the unflinching was tight at this moment.

But in the end, he was disappointed, because he just glanced at her with a puzzling look, and then turned around and continued talking to Joe Tian, as if he didn't know her at all.

Even if Ning Mengyao didn't pay attention, he could still feel the strange appearance: “What's wrong with you? ”

“Will you… come with me for a moment?” Think about it, some disturbing remarks.

Ning Mengyao looked at Joe Tianjing and nodded: “Tianjing, you go ahead and we'll be right there. ”

After Joe Tianjin left with his two children and Frost, he looked down: “Is there something you want me to stay for? ”

“What was the child's name?” He asked in a bit of a hurry.

“Jomo Maple, he has no recollection of the past.” Ning Mengyao said casually.

And the answer almost collapsed: “You said he didn't remember anything? ”

No wonder when he sees himself, he sees strangers.

“Yeah, what do you do with Maple?” Mengyao frowned, his heart darkened vigilant.

He smiled bitterly: "It's okay, it's probably from God that I found someone, but he doesn't remember anything. ”

The loss of soul made Ning Mengyao suddenly think of the news they had investigated in Nanyu. There was not a child left, but it was taken away, so far no news.

Not even a glance. Is Maple her child?

“Are you Maple's mother?” Ning Mengyao asked with some uncertainty.

He didn't fall asleep and nodded afterwards: "Yeah, it's just because of my ego, because of my little feelings for the family that made him this way. ”

If it weren't for her, her son wouldn't be like this, remembering nothing, just thinking about the way they looked at him, maybe he's doing well now, and not necessarily.

Ning Mengyao looked silently at the fallen, saving the fallen, she already felt the dog blood, who knew that even his son had been saved, she really thought the world was too small.

“Thank you for saving my son.” He suddenly stood up and bent over Ning Mengyao.

“Maple's a good kid. You don't have to thank us. What are you going to do?” Ning Mengyao looked down and asked calmly.

He held his hands tight and opened his teeth: “I will make those who once bullied my son pay, I used to look everywhere for him, now that people have found him, knowing that he is doing well is enough. ”

Some of the enemies she could let go, but some of the enemies she said would not just compromise.

Ning Mengyao looked at him and shook his head helplessly: "Actually, you don't have to do this. ”

“Those people gave my son to someone else when I was working for my family, or they were a pervert, when they should be ready to pay the price. ”