The General’s Little Peasant Wife

After being blocked, Ning Mengyao was not dissatisfied or angry, just looking at the person in front of him: “What's wrong with this guy? ”

“Ma'am is very familiar, isn't she from here? Some of the accents sound like people from Nakahara.” Without creating a self-styled appearance, there is an invisible seduction in the movement.

Ning Mengyao put up with it and suppressed the aversion in his heart.

“Do you think Miaojiang can only come here?” Ning Mengyao's eyes did not move, his hands were gently squeezed where others could not see them, and Jomo Maple's hands were squeezed. That was telling him not to lose control of his emotions.

Jomo Feng kept his head down and didn't want to see the person in front of him, afraid that he would expose the emotions in his heart by himself.

If that were the case, he would really embarrass his parents.

“Is this your brother?” Without answering Ning Mengyao's words, Weishen's gaze fell on Jomo Feng instead.

This kid looked at himself very wrong from the start, and he seemed to hate himself very much, but he didn't seem to have done anything about God's mutual anger, did he?

Ning Mengyao gave him a slight glance: “This is my son. ”

“Oh, so this is your son. What? Who did you say he was?” Weisson glanced at the woman in front of him and couldn't believe it.

Ning Mengyao was laughed at by Weishen like this: “You heard me correctly, this is my son. Why do you have a problem? ”

Weisson frowned: "Madame wants to buy you a cup of tea, I wonder if Madame can give you a face?” Weisson suppressed the fire in his heart and revealed a smile worse than crying.

“Sorry, I'm in a hurry, Maple. Let's go. ”

“Mom, let's go buy some pastries Dad likes.” At this time, Joe Mo Feng had adapted to stand in front of him and turned to look at Ning Mengyao's face and say.

It was just an excuse, but when she saw Jomo Maple like that, she was really soft: "Okay, let's go buy pastries. ”

Looking at the woman who had directly ignored him, Mimori's face was clear and she eventually rose to pig liver color.

“Stop right there. ”

Ning Mengyao looked at the man who was blocking himself, and his eyes were deeply disgusted.

“Have you heard a word, son? ”

“What?”

“Good dog... out of the way.” Mengyao red lips began gently, but they laughed at the people who set up the stall on the side, but they could only laugh and fear causing trouble.

“You bitch, Young Master Ben looks like you are lucky. Don't drink here without eating fine alcohol. The two men arrested Master Ben.” For the first time, Weisson has been scolded in front of so many people, and this is an outrageous disgrace.

“Mother...”

“Feng, don't worry, hold your brother and protect yourself.” Ning Mengyao put Jomo in Jomo Maple's arms and then looked at the person in front of him.

As they poured towards themselves, they flashed and had come behind them.

Kicked one foot after another on the other's back, kicked a dog in the mud.

One of them was going to be pressed against Jomo Feng, but he kicked him back. The speed, the force, made Ning Mengyao couldn't help clapping his hands.

Weisson looked at the situation with a dumb eye, even a half-year-old child was so powerful.

Listening to the mumbling noise around him, and the occasional laughter, the blue muscle in the corner of his forehead could not help but eat and strip the two people in front of him alive.

“Shall we continue? ”

“Who are you exactly?” Weisson had never met Ning Mengyao, and he was such an expert, which worried him if he didn't know anything about the ladies.

Having wasted too much time here, Ning Mengyao was no longer interested in continuing to spend time with him, so he hugged Jomo Maple's child and left with Jomo Maple in his arms.

The long way to go, the concessions are just for better revenge.

When Ning Mengyao turned their backs to Weishun, Weishun raised his hand and patted the past straight towards Ning Mengyao's back.