The General’s Little Peasant Wife

This time he's already scared. Again, he'll collapse.

“Then when this is over, we'll take the little monkeys and Maple and the kids in the belly, in Baishan Village, never mind what's going on out there, and when they get older, we'll go out and play, okay?” Ning Mengyao reached out and grabbed Joe Tian's smooth arm, with a promise in his voice, and he also had so much discretion.

“Well, whatever you want, we'll go wherever you want to go, then we'll miss the kids, and we'll go back.” Qiao Tian nicely rubbed the miso in Ning Mengyao's ear.

Leaning in Joe Tian's smooth arms, Mengyao closed his eyes while talking. This time he slept much heavier than just now, and let Joe Tian relax.

After people were asleep, Qiao Tian quietly went downstairs and prepared some food for Ning Mengyao. Just as he was about to take it down, he saw Ning Mengyao with his hair scattered and ran down without even wearing shoes.

“What's going on here?” Joe Tian walked over and hugged her across the street, put her on the sofa in the living room, touched her cold feet and couldn't help but wrinkle her eyebrows.

“You said you wouldn't leave. ”

“I was just worried you'd wake up hungry and make you something to eat.” Joe Tian fingered the meal on the finger table.

Ning Mengyao reached out and touched his stomach and found himself hungry.

“I'm hungry and the baby's hungry. ”

“Okay, let's eat.” Qiao Tian unwinds Ning Mengyao and walks to the table to bring the food. Just put it away, the two children have come with their hands.

“Mother.”

“Mother, eat.” Jomo climbed on the sofa with his hands and feet and looked at the food on the table.

Joe Tian stretched out his hand and squeezed his son's face: “Don't look, you have something to eat. ”

The family eats intimately, which reassures them a lot about the wind outside.

“It seems that Tianjing has a way of getting Xiaoyao back on track, but that's it, don't mention it.” The royal wind seemed to look at the people beside it, especially the snow.

“I get it.” The snow drifted down his head and said bitterly.

Though they didn't show any unhappiness, Snow knew that they were all angry with her, reached out and touched their stomachs, felt the beating inside, and finally had some comfort in their hearts.

Anyway, she has kids, and no matter how angry they get, they can't really give her away.

Fortunately, they don't know what to think in the snow, otherwise they have to tear her head apart and see what she's thinking.

In the following days, snow showers will not appear in front of Ning Mengyao unless necessary. Although he is a little uncomfortable with this, he has nothing to say. At the very least, not meeting him will avoid some embarrassment.

Qiao Tianchang really is just like him. In addition to cooking, there are some things to deal with. Otherwise, he really never left Ning Mengyao.

Ryan looked at the boss like this, and there was something in his heart: "Boss, is she okay? ”

“It's all right, if it's all right, let Yang Lele come and talk to your sister-in-law.” With someone, maybe she doesn't think that much in her heart.

“Okay.”

Yang Lele and Ning Mengyao whispered in the living room, and Jomo opened his eyes and looked curiously at the little boy on the couch.

Reach for it, poke for it, and look at your hand, blink for it, blink for it: "Mother, soft. ”

Ning Mengyao couldn't help but look at his son and smile with apologies to Yang Lele: “Little monkey, you can't poke your brother in the face. ”

“Brother. ”

“Yes, this is my brother. ”

Jomo frowned and seemed to be thinking about something important. After sounding so loud, he finally said, “Not my brother. ”

Ning Mengyao looked at his son in dismay: "This is my brother. ”

“Mother brother.” Jomo insisted, while shaking from the couch up and down to Ning Mengyao, reaching out his little hand to touch his stomach: "brother. ”