The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Joe Tianjin was unable to speak only of threats, give questions of choice, and let Jomo choose for himself.

Jomo listened and leaned in Joe Tian's arms in a hurry, but those slippery eyes knew what was definitely going on.

Ning Mengyao looked at the interaction between the father and son. He couldn't help but shake his head and smile. He sat down in the chair beside him and watched Joe Tian take the child jogging around the stadium one lap at a time. He did not stop until Joe Mo was soaked to sleep on the horse's back.

Joe Tian suddenly hugged his son off the horse's back, and his face was helpless: “Why does this kid like riding so much?” To come down, he said he disagreed with nothing, which was just a move, and his little face wrinkled together.

Ning Mengyao looked at Qiao Tianchang's helpless face and couldn't help but laugh softly: “Perhaps it's you, don't you like riding horses too? ”

Joe Tian frowned lightly, but he didn't like it much. However, after entering the barracks, he was most exposed to the horse, and the habit slowed down. He also had a love attitude towards the horse.

“Let's go back. ”

“Okay.”

When the couple returned with Jomo, the royal wind had waited there for a long time.

“You went to the stable? What took you so long? ”

Ning Mengyao sat beside Merolyn, helplessly stalling her: “I can't help it, the little monkey won't want to come down on horseback, if it isn't asleep, I'm afraid he's still in the stable at this time.” Ning Mengyao said with some tears.

Merolyn looked at Joe Tianjin upstairs and suddenly burst out laughing: “He's a really good father. ”

Ning Mengyao shook his head with laughter. That was not a good father, that was a punishing grandfather.

“By the way, Sister May, what are you waiting for us for? ”

“Well, just got word that Nangong Flame left from Shao Lo Yan's side, didn't know where he was going and we guessed he was probably going to Miaojiang. ”

Xiao Orange Ya and Bai Mo are still there, looking at Nangong Flame is not like being selfish with Xiao Orange Ya, so it's natural for them to have this kind of speculation.

Ning Mengyao frowned slightly: “To Miaojiang? Oh, I don't know, he still has the face to meet my mother. ”

Now Xiao Orange Ya's relationship with White Ink is very good. Xiao Orange Ya also seems to want to accept White Ink. In her eyes, White Ink and Xiao Orange Ya are the pair. How can she let Nangong Flame destroy their newly consolidated relationship?

“Doesn't Sholoflame mean anything? Just let it go?” Ning Mengyao was more curious about this.

Nangong Yan can now be said to be the chess pieces in Xiao Lo Yan's hand, his own chess pieces are gone, can he care nothing?

“How could you let it go? He has sent someone to look for it, but Nangong Yan has been here for years, and that's not so foolish. As long as it's not under control, it's very easy for him to escape from Shao Lo Yan.” The royal wind squinted.

He has no interest in the man named Nangong Yan.

Mengyaoran nodded: “I know, take me to write to them later and tell them to be careful. ”

What Ning Mengyao did not know, however, was that Nangong Yao had appeared in front of the two white inks before she had written yet.

Nangong looked at Xiao Orange and White Mo with great anger and laughed. When he saw him, his face was very cold, as if he was just a stranger passing by.

“Yale, when did you get along so well with him?” The questioning tone made Xiao Orange laugh.

Xiao Orange looked at the Nangong flame that suddenly appeared in front of them, and the expression in her eyes was so indifferent and ironic: “Nangong Flame, what identity do you question me? Who do I get along with? Do I need your permission? ”

“You're my wife.” Nangong Flame bites his teeth, "he said.

Wife? Xiao Orange laughed and laughed at herself: “Have we been hired by three or six medallions, or have we been to church? Nangong Yan, why have I been in a coma for almost 20 years, you know. ”