The General’s Little Peasant Wife

When Qiao Tianchang just left, Ning Mengyao really didn't do anything. When the two Qiao Mo brothers were around, at other times, he could eat vinegar as tea and look at them with pain.

There are so many things like this that frost can't laugh, but also feel a little overwhelmed.

The relationship between the two people walked all the way, little time apart, always sticking together, time like this other than necessary, really few times.

Ning Mengyao sighed heavily and felt incredibly grieved.

“Ma'am, come on, don't we have a lot of work to do? You can't do anything without me, can you?” This is not the Ning Mengyao they know.

This logic Ning Mengyao also understands, but I just don't know why. It feels strange in my heart, and I don't seem to have the strength to do anything.

After knowing that Joe Tian had left, he had people follow him. I just didn't expect him to follow him for two days, and he lost him.

He wasn't angry when he thought about tracking down Nangong Flame. He just made people look for it right away, but there was no news.

“Master, since the man has left, can we attack Ning Mengyao?” The people below said with some uncertainty.

The master looked at the people beside him and said, "Do you think you're their opponent? ”

At the side of Ning Mengyao, he is not sure how many more people there are. If he were another person, he would not be so vigilant. But Ning Mengyao cannot. He does not know when Ning Mengyao will come out with a bunch of Tombo Ramadan people.

And he hasn't even finished the scene at home yet. How could he just walk into the scene?

“Don't worry, wait for the people from the other side of the house to do it.” He had been searching for a lot of time at home, but he had never found anyone, and now he had to admire their masquerade.

The following people are confused: "It is not always possible to find someone without a home. ”

“There are opportunities. ”

After saying this, the master never spoke again, which made the people on the side itch, so they wanted to know what was going on.

Weisson wandered around the street with people casually. Ever since he knew the monster had returned, Weisson had been worried that something would happen to Weisson's family, so he didn't have time to go out and hang out.

Without any news for a few days, Weisson couldn't help but wonder if he was getting the information in question.

If people really come back, they'll find someone on their turf.

But now that they're turning the capital all over again, or haven't found anyone, it makes him wonder, is it really his fault?

After a few days in the residential courtyard, Ning Mengyao finally figured it out. Instead of staying at home, he walked out with two children.

Originally, Jomo Maple had some interest, but when he saw people walking across the street, he had a tight subconscious body and a strong hatred in his eyes.

Noticing that something was wrong with him, Mengyao looked across the street at the past. Not far from them, Weissen was selling things on the street with her dog's legs.

After a glance at Weisson, he looked down at Jomo Maple, whose emotions were a little out of control: “Maple, relax. ”

Feeling the force coming from his shoulders, Jomo Feng slowly relaxed his body and forced himself to throw everything related to Weissun behind his head.

Mengyao looked at Jomo Maple admirably, although his eyes had different emotions, but that was enough.

He reached out and patted Jomo Maple on his shoulder, his lips slightly hooked: "Maple, let's go. ”

“Okay.”

Ning Mengyao took Jomo Maple in the direction of Weishen.

Weisson was having fun, who knew suddenly felt a very strong gaze, but when he wanted to see it, the storyline had disappeared.

But he came because he saw a big beauty, even though he still had a child in his hand.

The corner of Weisson's mouth snapped. When Ning Mengyao was about to walk past him with Jomo Maple, his figure shook, and he was already blocked by Ning Mengyao.