The General’s Little Peasant Wife

At this time, he doesn't want Mengyao to suddenly attack him, which is not a good thing for them.

“But master...”

“No, but do it now. ”

That evening, Bai Mo personally surrounded the small courtyard where Ning Mengyao was located, but only after entering it was discovered that people had already left the building empty.

White ink looked at the empty courtyard and even took away the everyday items in it.

His face turned ugly: “Where are they? ”

“This... this...”

“Why don't you go find it?” White ink turned sharply and looked angrily at the people in front of him.

He had a premonition that when they were right, it would be the end of everything.

Everyone around him left, and Bai Mo stood alone in the yard, thinking of meeting Ning Mengyao twice.

When she first found out about Ning Mengyao, she was only the lover of Zhenguo General, and later revealed that she was the master of Tombao Ramadan's pavilion, and finally the daughter of Nangong Flame.

He thought that Ning Mengyao, like other women, was the kind of small family Jade, but only when they met face to face, he realized that Ning Mengyao was not at all like Xiao Orange Yao, or Nangong Yao.

Ning Mengyao looks like a big girlfriend show, but is actually a mysterious woman who can't be seen clearly.

He always thought that Miaojiang was under his control, but only at this moment did he realize that he was in control of everything, in fact nothing.

Ning Mengyao had packed up and left after they had decided during the day, but it took a lot of time to get rid of everyone.

By the time they went to the courtyard, they had left the capital and marched towards the South Palace flame where they were.

It took them two days to get here.

In the past, Nangong Flame was awake, but his body was not well. When he saw them, he finally had a clear smile on his face.

Ning Mengyao walked over and sat beside Nangong Yao: “Dad, are you okay? ”

“I'm fine.” Nangong Flame shook his head.

Ning Mengyao looked at Nangong Yao's flame with a lot of white hair. His heart ached so much, he looked at him like: “You still don't believe me, do you? ”

“Yao 'er, White Mo is my best friend and your mother's best friend, he won't do that.” Nangong Flame shook his head, not not not believing in his daughter, but too believing in their previous feelings.

For White Ink, Nangong Yan treated him like a brother-in-law, and he never believed that White Ink would do that to him.

Ning Mengyao looked at Nangong Flame with some headaches and did not know what words to persuade him.

“Oh, you believe him? Wouldn't do that? Do you know where Mother's been all these years? She had been imprisoned by White Moe, and even if we could save my mother, he wouldn't want to.” White Moe is a selfish man who may love Xiao Orange, but more is that ridiculous desire for possession.

Nangong flames widened his eyes: “What are you talking about? Your mother's in his hands? ”

“Yes, Father, do you think I'm lying to you too?” Ning Mengyao looked calmly at the flame of the South Palace, but his heart was a little nervous.

If Nangong Yan still hasn't changed her mind about White Ink, she really doesn't dare to risk leaving her child here.

Nangong Flame silently did not speak, but the serious expression was so obvious, he still did not believe, did not believe that White Ink would do such a thing.

Joe Tianjin was also somewhat dissatisfied: “I had no idea that father-in-law would rather believe in an outsider than in his own daughter, so we didn't have much to say.” Joe Tianjin doesn't want to go on talking too much to Nangong Yan.

Neglecting the sight of Nangong Flame, the two men took the children with them to Red.

“Sister Red, I gave you two children and Brother White, my father's, I hope you can be more careful.” If she can, she doesn't want to say it, but she's really disappointed.