The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Ever since Jomo Maple came to them, he's been helping bring little monkeys. Little monkeys like to sleep with their brother and play with him. If this leaves, can little monkeys get used to it?

“Little monkey?” Phoenix looked at Ning Mengyao unexpectedly. Is this about her son? Is that a name?

“Well, the little monkey, wrinkled at birth, red skin.” Ning Mengyao nodded and told Phoenix the source of Jomo's nickname, adding: "I'm the only one with that name. ”

“Nobody can scream except you.” Joe Tian opened his mouth on the side.

My son was obviously white and young. He was called a little monkey by Ning Mengyao. When he was little, he was fine. If he grew up... I would be helpless to think about it.

Ning Mengyao nodded naturally: “Of course.” Yes.

Phoenix looked at Ning Mengyao: “Are you sure your son won't get angry in the future? ”

“Definitely not.” Ning Mengyao resolutely said.

“Well, it's time to go. ”

For another half month, Ning Mengyao finally returned to their home camp and stood in front of this vast open space. Phoenix and the others were surprised: "Here? ”

“Yeah, you'll see.” Ning Mengyao nodded, then nodded to Qingxuan.

Qing Xuan walked aside and didn't know what had been done. In that empty place, a one-person tall passage appeared.

When Phoenix followed Ning Mengyao in with them, his face was shocked.

“No wonder I haven't found it in so long.” Feng Xiao's consciousness said.

Ning Mengyaoli nodded naturally: “If this is so easy for you to find, shall we still get mixed up? ”

Phoenix glanced at Ning Mengyao: “It's your turn. ”

“That is.”

Ning Mengyao took Phoenix with them to their house and heard Joe Mo Feng's voice as soon as he arrived at the door: “Be careful, you can't go there. ”

Looking down at the little bun running out, the subconscious reached out and snuck people into his arms and hugged them: “Did the little monkey want to kiss her mother? ”

Jomo blinked at the person in front of him and then subconsciously held Ning Mengyao's neck: “Mother is bad, Father is bad, ignore the little monkey. ”

Listen to Joe Mo claiming that he prefers to dream of Yao Hao, Joe's face is smooth and dark, his son is really.

“Little monkeys aren't angry, will you take your parents with you everywhere they go?” Ning Mengyao stretched out his hand and lit up his son's nose, smiling.

“Okay.” Jomo looked at Joe Tian on the side and stretched out his little fat hand: “Daddy hugs. ”

Joe Tian reached out to take over his son, twisted his hand, felt like it had been gone for a while, and his son grew a lot fatter.

Jomo's gaze suddenly fell on the phoenix, looking at the phoenix's face and winking: “Like my brother, it's old. ”

Ning Mengyao and others stunned for a moment to make a laugh, especially Ning Mengyao. If it wasn't for Joe Tian's help, she would have laughed on the floor by now.

He reached out and pinched his son's face: “Who taught you?” Ning Mengyao was surprised to find that his son seemed to say a lot more and that his mind was very clear.

You know, I'm over a year old now.

Even the maple on the side couldn't help laughing. This little guy was so cute.

“Mother.” Jomo Maple, who followed, saw a flash of surprise in her eyes.

“Mom and Dad, you're back. ”

Ning Mengyao walked to Jomo Feng and rubbed his head with his hand: “How are you? Are you lazy? ”

“No, the gentlemen here are amazing.” Jomo Maple said with bright eyes.

“In that case, I'll check later.” In front of Joe Mo Feng, Qiao Tianchan often plays the role of a strict father, so it is natural to say so.

“Okay, Dad, let me tell you...” Joe Mo Feng told Joe Tian all about what happened over time and what he learned.

Phoenix stood beside him and watched his son call someone else's father. He was so intimate with others, his heart was not sour, and he looked at it without a glance. That means clearly saying, it's all your fault.