The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Joe Tian couldn't help but smile at his son's calf and stretched out his hand to pinch his meaty little face as punishment.

“You little thing, you're not big, you're not small, can I curse you for that thing?” Joe Tian looked at the wooden carvings in Jomo's hands.

Honestly, he doesn't really sell this stuff very well. He can only vaguely see that it's two people, but it's pretty good at his age.

“Daddy and Daddy bullied me. He pinched my face. What if he pinched me into a bun face? It won't look good then.” Jomo looked at his mother with grief.

Ning Mengyao reached out and squeezed her hand. Her hand felt strangely good, while Jomo looked at her silly.

I don't understand. Why did my mother kiss my face when I was a confessor?

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“Brother and mother are pinching my face, will you show me if it's bundled?” Jomo looked up at Jomo Maple nervously, and the look on Jomo Maple's face made Jomo Maple really impatient and smile.

“Brother...”

“No, he's still that handsome. ”

“Alas, if this is pinched into a bun, that's fine. Put it on the steamer and you can eat it when it's cooked.” Joe Tian shook his head with regret and seemed very sorry that he could not eat Jomo.

Ning Mengyao smiled and watched Joe Tianjing pit his own son. The smile on his face had never fallen.

And Jomo was staring at his father.

“Daddy's bad, he doesn't even like me anymore.” Jomo flattened his mouth and looked grieving.

Qiao Tian saw that he was going to make people laugh, and walked over, reaching up and throwing people up.

This was Jomo's favorite game in Tombo Sai. Every time he watched it on the side, Ning Mengyao felt frightened and afraid that he would throw his son on the ground.

“Tianjin, be careful.” Ning Mengyao listened to his son's giggling voice and couldn't help but say.

“Don't worry, he only weighs a little more. It's okay.” Joe Tian said without answering.

However, after a few more throws, he definitely stopped moving and just held the child tightly in his arms.

“Did you miss Daddy? ”

“Yes, Father. When are you taking your horse with you? You're not taking me with them.” Jomo took the opportunity to make a confession.

In fact, it's not that the people of Tombo Ramadan don't want to take him, but he doesn't want to come down if he doesn't play enough, and he can't get red swelling on both sides of his thighs every time.

A few more times later, they learned to be good, and no matter what Jomo said, they refused to let him ride.

Reaching out and squeezing my son's meaty little ass, can he not know what's going on with my son?

“Are you naughty again? ”

“No, I didn't.” Jomo shook his head in a hurry. Can you say he was naughty in front of Daddy? Of course not. That's what I'm talking about. His wish for horseback riding is soup.

“You, you're too young to ride for a long time. Your body won't stand it. When you're as old as your brother, how about Dad give you the horse?” Joe Tian smoothly followed his son in his discussions.

Joe Moore's eyes lit up, Daddy's horse? Super cool, he loves it, just daddy's not even riding it himself.

“Seriously?” Jomo glanced at Joe Heaven.

“Seriously though, it's not Dad's, it's another one. Don't worry, it's more handsome than Dad's, and it's even more powerful. It's Dad and Mom who put a lot of effort into finding you.” Those are sweaty BMW's, especially the one for Jomo's, the best one in the middle, and of course the others aren't too bad.

Originally, Joe Moo-hoon was somewhat unhappy when he heard the horse that wasn't Joe Tian-chan, but when he heard Joe Tian-chan say that his horse was stronger, he couldn't help but see it immediately.

“Then I'll listen to Dad.” Jomo hurried and said nicely.

Joe Tian shook his head with a laugh, and now the boy knows to see the wind rudder.

Ning Mengyao looked at the way the father and son were getting along and couldn't help claiming it.