The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Without the brightness of the past, she looks like an old man with a candle age, even though she is still that young, and cannot hide the sorrow and grief in her eyes.

“Mother went home to see her brother and sister.” Jomo saw that Ning Mengyao was leaving and started selling Moe again.

“Okay, go home and see your brother, Maple. Are you leaving with us or staying?” They came here to find Jomo Maple, and now people find nature and shouldn't stay too long.

“Mom, I'm coming home with you.” Jomo Feng left without thinking or wanting to, and he really didn't want to stay in this place.

After Ning Mengyao and his wife left with the Jomo Maple brothers, Phoenix walked to the unfinished side and held her face with her hands gently rubbing against her cheek.

“Phoenix, will you help me? I don't want to die. I want to be with you.” He looked down at his still tender expression and hurriedly grabbed his clothes and said.

Phoenix, as if she hadn't heard, still caressed her unfinished cheek gently and seemed very satisfied with the way she was.

“Phoenix, you...”

“Didn't you see that? Jomo, that man is not easy to beat, and you can't beat him, even if he's just a kid.” Just now, Jomo told the rest of the story, and he heard it all, and it reminded Phoenix of one thing.

That's what Jomo did outside before.

His eyes squinted slightly, and it seemed that the boy already knew about these things, but he didn't say anything.

“Impossible. If you don't help me, why do you say that?” He pushed the phoenix away from his anger.

The phoenix sighed as she watched the fall, which had completely changed.

“If you can't see his future, it means he doesn't have a future, or his future is written on his own, like painting.” A snow-white Xuan paper, paint whatever you want, and finally paint it into a giant scroll.

“Let's not lose sight of the facts, let's not say Joe Moo-hoon, it's Joe Tianchan and his wife, and you can't mess with them, they're not as simple as you think.” Phoenix looked down and muttered softly.

“Phoenix, if you don't help me, then get out of here. Don't count me down here. I don't want to hear it. Get the fuck out of here right now.” He said, pointing angrily at the door.

Phoenix was not angry, just looking down, the smile in her eyes never reached the bottom of her eyes.

“I don't want to stay in this smoky place.” After he had said it, he turned around and left without falling to the ground at the moment of his departure. That was what Jomo had said in his head, and at the same time it was a phoenix.

Two different voices almost collapsed, she reached over her head and her face was in twisted pain.

After walking out of the courtyard, she watched the people on the street and suddenly saw that she was excited. She was going to hang out here before going back.

At the end of the day, the packer took a lot of toys for the two kids and something for Jomo Maple.

“None of this is the best, just let me know what you want when you get to the West Coast and I'll find it for you.” Phoenix looked at Jomo Maple and promised.

Jomo Maple suddenly felt like he had something in his hand that weighed a kilo.

“I…”

“Well, I didn't force you to accept anything either. I just want you to be happy every day, to be sure that's enough. As for our relationship, isn't that good?” Phoenix smiled big.

The way the two of them are now getting along is no longer sworddrawn when they first met.

And Phoenix is like an encyclopedia, knowing so many things that every day he's okay, he likes to tell stories.

This scene, Phoenix dreams, yes, he wakes up, then sits for one night, sleepless no matter what.

And now, when this is all in front of him, Phoenix thinks he's got the whole world.