The General’s Little Peasant Wife

But he took a break so late. The next morning, Xiao Orange Yao went to knock on the door to wake people up. He didn't let them go for a nap during the day, so Xiao Orange Yao's nerves didn't find how obvious the low pressure on Ning Mengyao was.

“Can those things be more important to her than the kids? What's wrong with it?” Xiao Orange said this made me even more dissatisfied. No wonder I was so busy getting pregnant.

White Mo almost got angry at Xiao Orange. Does she even know what she's talking about?

“Yale, how did you end up like this? Now Xiao Guo and Miaojiang, you also know what it's like, as the decision maker of two major forces, you let her quit at this critical moment? Is that still something you can say?” White ink can't believe what Xiao Orange said.

Xiao Orange Ya was asked by White Ink without a word. Nah, she looked at White Ink with an open mouth: “I...”

“Don't say anything for her well, if you really want her to be good, don't want her to get away from you more and more, just do what she does, don't do the same thing again, interfere with her decisions, which is not good for you.” White Mo looked seriously at Xiao Orange Ya. This time, Xiao Orange Ya won't understand what was wrong with him. Things will only get more and more troublesome.

Xiao Orange tried to refute it, but when she saw what the white inky eyes meant, she immediately lost her voice and finally nodded her head: “I know. ”

At night, when they came back, they seemed fine, but Bai Mo knew that the girl was angry now and was still very angry.

Xiao Orange saw them come back and hurried over, holding Ning Mengyao's hand and constantly measuring: “Yao, are you okay? Get some rest, Green Snow. You guys go get the soup.” Then there was a whole bunch of instructions.

Ning Mengyao, who had calmed down his mood, turned ugly after hearing these words.

Breaking free from Xiao Orange Ya held her hand and stood up and looked at Qingzhu: “From the moment I came in, I didn't have to say what soup to prepare, and she was my mother, but you didn't have to support her with everything. ”

When Xiao Orange spoke, White Mo knew it was bad. Now hearing Ning Mengyao say such words, he understood that Ning Mengyao could not stand her desire for control.

“Yao 'er, you are so rude.” Xiao Orange frowned uncomfortably and said: “Didn't anyone teach you to respect your elders? ”

Ning Mengyao glanced at Xiao Orange and then sneered: “Do you think I don't respect you? That's really embarrassing. I grew up eating hundreds of meals when I was a kid. Raising my old nurse died when I was four years old. Later, I grew up relying on the charity of the villagers. I almost starved to death when I was eight years old.” Ning Mengyao spoke very calmly about childhood matters, which made White ink unable to hold his headache. Xiao Orange Yao was stepping to the bottom of Ning Mengyao.

Xiao Orange Yao is a princess. She has studied these rules very strictly since she was a child. Now she naturally wants to be strict about her daughter, but she forgets what it's like to live in a small environment. She didn't grow up in the palace, she just grew up in a remote village. Tell her this, isn't it just tearing her scar?

“For food, I once robbed a dog and was beaten... even eating is a problem, who's going to teach me this? Now you accuse me of my life in battle with the one who gave birth to me. Do you really think I don't know what you're yelling at? I just put up with you, and now you're qualified to say I have no respect?” Ning Mengyao looked at Xiao Orange and said word for word.

This mother, who had been in a coma for almost 20 years, had no idea what was still in her bones.

Xiao Orange Yao was scared by the words of Mengyao. Her face was pale. She never thought that when she was little, she actually lived like this.

“That's not what I meant. ”

“Doesn't matter anymore, I know what you mean, you think I'm your daughter, so you want to take control of my life, I have to listen to what you say, it's just for your ridiculous desire for control. ”