The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Ning Mengyao felt he was really wrong about White Ink.

“I'm sorry I misunderstood you.” Ning Mengyao Na's open mouth apologized.

White ink shrugged his shoulders, “It's not the first time, it doesn't matter anyway. ”

“Why did you catch Nangong Flame?” This question was not asked by Ning Mengyao, but by Joe Tian.

White Moe's expression became more serious: “Although I would have been helping Yale find the cure for almost two decades, I never found it, so I had to start with Nangong Yan. ”

So he grabbed people, but he didn't expect, not only did it attract Ning Mengyao, but it also happened.

“White Moe, what would you do if I gave you a chance to get close to my mother?” After knowing what White Mo thought about Xiao Orange Yao, he asked seriously and seriously.

White ink stood up from the chair, staring at his eyes, unbelievably looking at Ning Mengyao: “Did you take Ya? But how the hell did you do that? ”

“Doesn't this seem like a good time? I'm just asking you, what are you going to do?” Ning Mengyao did not return to the question of white ink, just looked at him and asked seriously.

White Mo smiled: “I can wait almost 20 years when she's asleep, especially when she's awake? ”

As long as she can stay with Xiao Orange, 20 years, 40 years, as long as she can keep him around.

“White Mo, my mother is not well.” Ning Mengyao looked at the White Ink Ghost and said.

“What's going on? What's going on? What's going on? ”

Ning Mengyao told Bai Mo about the betrayal of Nangong Flame and Xiao Orange Ya blocking the attack for her. He apologized and said: “I thought it would be best to bring my mother out, and I regret it now.” If she could, she'd rather not know where Xiao Orange Ya is than bring her out.

White Mo was furious and angry at the moment he learned Xiao Orange Yao was injured, but when he saw Ning Mengyao's appearance, the fire in his heart was suppressed again.

“Where is Yale? I'm going to find her right now.” Anyway, this time he will never let anyone leave his realization.

Ning Mengyao told Bai Mo where Xiao Orange Ya was, and finally asked a question: “Will you protect my mother? Even if she keeps kicking you out and resisting you? ”

“She's my life.” The simple five words showed Ning Mengyao his seriousness and determination.

Ning Mengyao opened his mouth and then laughed: “Then I hope you can impress my mother. I wouldn't mind. ”

White ink would have been quite happy, just after hearing the words behind Ning Mengyao, everyone was bad.

What do you mean you don't mind? Really.

Joe Tian looks at White Ink: “There are some people who don't belong here. Be careful. ”

“Miaojiang is my land, and there are people that I naturally know, and I am already preparing, and I intend to take Yal inside the palace, where it is safer.” White Moe had his thoughts, he was never so thorough out there, and now Xiao Orange Ya is hurt, which makes him even more worried.

Ning Mengyao nodded a little and agreed: "Okay, but bring the frost, she was with you before my mother was perfectly well. ”

“Okay.”

After receiving the news, White Mo could not stay for a moment, said goodbye to Ning Mengyao and left on horseback without even washing.

Ning Mengyao looked at his panicked face and couldn't help laughing: “Actually, my mother was very happy, but she just didn't pick the right person. ”

If Xiao Orange was chosen not for the South Palace Flame, but for white ink, then they must be very happy now.

From what White Mo said and did when Xiao Orange Yao, Ning Mengyao knew that White Mo loved Xiao Orange Yao really miserably.

“It's not too late, as long as my mother-in-law can figure it out. ”

“That's true, but I find it difficult.” Ning Mengyao's eyes were full of playful taste and meant to watch the play.

She reached out and pinched Ning Mengyao's company. Joe Tian told her not to be too proud.

“Ha ha, Tianjin, I'm waiting to see the white ink eat. ”