The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Weisson almost didn't spit out his blood. He waited two hours at the door. Did he end up lucky?

Take a deep breath and press down the fire in your heart. Without the shadows of the forest, a face followed them to the courtyard behind the frost.

When they arrived in the yard, Mengyao was sitting there idyllic. Where was that idyllic look half busy?

“What a big shelf.” Weissen snorted coldly.

Ning Mengyao turned to look at Weishen: “Young master of the family, well, the shelf is not small, not only the shelf is not small, but the mind is not small. ”

“What do you mean?” Weissen frowned and looked at Ning Mengyao.

“What do you mean, you know, pretending to be a playboy, pretending not to care about anything, isn't that sad?” Ning Mengyao sneered. Looks like this person has been pretending for too long and doesn't even know who he really is.

Weissun's eyes squinted slightly, walked across from Ning Mengyao and sat down. In an instant, that serious expression became lighter.

“What, are you gonna abandon your man and follow me? But Master Ben is not interested in raising bastards. ”

Without waiting for Mengyao to talk, Weissun's body had flown out, not far away. Joe Tian, full of dust and cold, looked at Weissun who had fallen to the ground. His eyes were a little reluctant to kill people directly.

When Ning Mengyao saw Joe Tianjing, his eyes filled with surprises: “Tianjing, you are back. ”

Joe's smooth face softened as Ning Mengyao ran towards him, reaching out and holding him: “Who is he? ”

No questions, no doubts, just plain questions.

“Master Miyagi is now the owner of Miyagi.” Ning Mengyao's last words were somewhat reluctant.

“He hit on you?” Dare to hit his daughter-in-law's idea, dare to say that his son is a bastard, it seems that this man does not want to live.

Ning Mengyao reached out and held Joe Tian's waist: “Am I such a shallow man? ”

“Naturally you are not a superficial person, but I fear that some people will not know whether to live or die, and that Shaw does not belong to himself.” Joe Tian glanced cold at Mitsumori, who had just climbed up.

Weisson never thought he'd lose half his life in one sentence.

“Who are you?” Seeing the woman you like now leans in the arms of another man and looks at each other with a surprise look, such a visual feeling makes Weissen's face look very ugly.

Joe Tian unwinds Ning Mengyao and walks one step toward the thought of Weishen: “Who am I? Yao Yao, who do you think I am? ”

“Of course you're my man.” I'd rather Mengyao answered without thinking about it.

Frost stood beside him, admiring Joe Tianjin.

She was still wondering if she would get beaten up when her aunt came back. I didn't expect her to come back.

And Weisson's aura, compared to their uncle, is not a little too bad, there is no way to compare.

“You…”

Ning Mengyao looked into Weisson's staring eyes: “I'm not going to continue playing with you. What Weisson did with Tombo Ramadan is enough to keep you from dying, and it's even more sinless to have that kind of harsh thoughts about me. ”

“What's going on?” Joe Tian frowned and looked at Ning Mengyao. What happened to him during his absence?

Ning Mengyao glanced at Weishen and told him what had happened over time: “That's it. ”

“White ink?” Joe Tianjin didn't care much about the unfamiliar, but rather she said that Miaojiang's master was quite a surprise to him when he was white ink.

“Does my father-in-law know that? ”

“I've already told Dad, but Dad's side...” Though he didn't say it, Joe Tianjin knew that Nangong Flame was not willing to believe it was true at all.

When I think of Nangong Flame, Ning Mengyao felt some headaches. I hope Dad can think clearly.

He stretched his hand and patted Ning Mengyao's shoulder: “Don't worry, my father-in-law will figure it out. What are you going to do with this man? ”

Ning Mengyao lifted his eyes and asked casually: "Do what you have to do. ”