The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Ning Mengyao's grief was as if he had eyes. When Weishen patted her, she suddenly turned around, unwrapping Jomo Feng's hand and squeezing his wrist.

Weissen was so shocked that he wanted to break free of the grip from this woman that he found himself powerless because he couldn't do it at all.

“Let go of Ben Young Master. ”

Ning Mengyao's eyebrows picked gently, with a slight smile in the corner of his mouth, then waved his hand, people flew out and smashed the small stall on the side.

Ning Mengyao walked out toward the helpless, sad stall owner and handed him a lozenge of silver.

“This is compensation for you. ”

Nor did the vendor seem to expect to be compensated: "This… is too much. ”

“It's okay.”

Ning Mengyao turned around and walked out for a few steps before stopping again: “The next time Young Master Fu is going to make fun of the couple, think about it first, save... burn. ”

Watching Ning Mengyao take the child away from the shadow, Weissun's face turned dark, and the people who came out with him hurried over to help him up.

“Young Master...”

“Fuck off, it's all a bunch of crap.” Wave away the hands of those around you and leave without a breath of breath.

He's going to have someone investigate this woman, and he's going to have to make this woman pay a terrible price.

Along the way, Joe Mo Feng didn't say a word, and Ning Mengyao naturally didn't pay attention to him, just took him forward.

After walking to the pastry shop, Jomo Feng still didn't react, which made Ning Mengyao shake his head: “What are you thinking? So serious?”

“Mom, I suddenly know what you and Dad mean.” Jomo Feng looked seriously at Ning Mengyao.

If he encounters Weisson alone today, he will surely lose control of his emotions and may end up dealing with Weisson with the idea of belonging together.

But if he did, he would only have two outcomes: first, he died with Weisson, and second, he died in Weisson's hands, or he would have been brought back by Weisson to live as humiliated as he once was.

And none of this is what he wanted, and now he understands why Dad would say, "He agrees to take revenge on himself, but not now."

If he doesn't have the patience, the ability, what right is he to talk about revenge?

Mother could really help him, but that would only involve her, even now, but of a completely different nature.

Ning Mengyao nodded with a smile: “Just so you know, your father lost his mother when he was a child. His father didn't like him. If he didn't go out of the house when he was very young, he wouldn't be there now. ”

“Mother, can you tell me about Father? ”

Ning Mengyao naturally agreed. After buying some pastries that everyone liked, Ning Mengyao began to tell the story of Qiao Tianchang.

At that time, Joe Tian was smaller than he was, but he was already on the battlefield. He could die anywhere, but he still had a chance to live on the battlefield.

Joe Mo Feng listened to Joe Tian step by step stronger, step by step higher, and eventually watched his father die in front of his eyes, avenging his mother.

He has never been impulsive, just indulgent, and then enriches himself before finally striking a deadly blow to the enemy.

“Mom and Dad are amazing. ”

“Yeah, he's great. ”

To survive, Joe Tian smoothed and even ate the flesh of the dead, she couldn't imagine how he swallowed and adapted.

Ning Mengyao, while proud of his own man, looked at the son beside him: “There was a saying in Maple called," Gentleman, revenge is not ten years late, you are still young, don't rush. ”

Joe Mo Feng is not in any hurry now, he believed then that Dad was younger than he is now, he could do it in such a difficult environment, he now has such an excellent life, he can do the same, he is the father's son, he cannot do worse than Dad did.