The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Joe Tian glanced outside and went everywhere the same for him, so the scenery in Ning Mengyao's eyes might just make him feel like he had nothing to worry about.

But he wouldn't object to Ning Mengyao's words: “You like it, we'll go somewhere else when we get back.” There are many places in Xiao Guo that look like this, some even better than here.

“Hmm? Yeah, we'll be out of here.” Ning Mengyao looked at Joe Tianjin with bright eyes.

I don't think they've had a good night's rest since they got married. Why don't they go on their honeymoon when they get back? It seems like a great opportunity.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt it was possible, although I said that I still had two little light bulbs around me.

Jomo Feng listened to the two of them chatting, and suddenly he was curious, “Mom, what's our family like? ”

“What's it like? When Maple comes back with us, you'll find out. You'll love that place.” I can't help but laugh when I think of their village. If I really want to say what she likes best, it's only Baishan Village.

Joe Tian stretched out his hand and rubbed Joe Mo Feng's head: “When you get back, will Dad arrange for you to go to school? ”

“Going." Jomo Feng nodded seriously. After waking up, there was only one Jomo who would only call his parents and brother Jomo, and there were no extra children. He really wanted to go to the academy and make friends.

Ning Mengyao looked at Joe Tian with a strong smile on his face: “You can also ask your father to teach you, he will too. ”

Qiao Tian glanced at Ning Mengyao and said with a smile: “I can't compare myself to you to say this. ”

Joe Tian glanced at her, rather than staring at her without a word. He bit his teeth and said: "Are you disgusted? ”

“Clothes.”

“Maple, I'm not saying that you have to get your exam back, I just want you to understand some human reason, and you can learn anything you like about chess books and drawings. Don't be shrewd, but you have to, you know?” Speaking of this, Ning Mengyao's expression became serious, as if he suddenly changed completely.

Jomo Feng nodded: “Mom, I know. ”

After this day, Joe Mo Feng's life became hot and hot. Every day Joe Tian taught him to practice his inner kung fu, while Ning Mengyao taught him to play chess and play the piano. Although all the time was arranged, he was very interested in these things.

After all these things along the way, they weren't bored, and when the pedestrians arrived in the capital, Jomo Maple was finally able to listen.

Green frost looked at Jomo Feng with joy: "Young master, you finally don't play cotton. ”

The cotton was still heard from Ning Mengyao, as if who was going to learn to play the piano, but when he heard the demonic voice Ning Mengyao said he was playing the cotton.

Jomo Feng looked at Frost silently: “Aunt Frost, I'm just starting to learn, not anymore. ”

Frost reached out awkwardly and touched his nose, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed.

“Okay, let's go. ”

After entering the city, Joe Mo Feng's face suddenly turned white, which made him find something wrong Ning Mengyao a little worried: “Maple, what's wrong with you? Don't scare her. ”

Jomo Maple shook his head constantly, not knowing what to say, frost clasped his wrist's own pulse, the pulse was a bit confusing.

Joe Tian frowned and looked at his fear. He reached out and pressed his hand against his back neck, and Jomo Maple fell softly into his frosty arms.

Nanyu on the side quietly took people away from Frost's arms, his eyebrows slightly wrinkled a little unhappy: “Boss, what's going on? ”

“I'm afraid it's Maple's subconscious fear.” Mengyao frowned, some worried, he said.

The home camp is supposed to be here, and he's been treated like that, and his heart is afraid of it, and it's supposed to be there, and there's nothing wrong with that.

“Find a place to stay first. ”