The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Ning Mengyao's emotions had been somewhat depressed. Stuart and Merolyn looked at her and were helpless.

“Yao 'er, the world is full of seats, we will come back, don't be too sad.” Merolyn looked at the three little guys playing in the carriage and said to Ning Mengyao.

“Sister May, I know what you're saying, but I still feel impatient. I feel like I've become a little sentimental.” Ning Mengyao said helplessly.

Merolyn reached out and rubbed Ning Mengyao's head, silent consolation.

Outside the carriage, Jomo sat in Joe's smooth arms, wrapped in a small moon-white cape, his eyes grunting.

“Dad, when can I ride on my own? Brother can ride now.” Jomo looked at Jomo Maple riding next to them and said with envy.

“When you're as old as your brother, you'll be able to ride independently. ”

Along the way, Jomo was nagging, but it wouldn't be very boring. Ning Mengyao also recovered emotions because of Jomo's strange problems. They were right, anyway, she couldn't leave with emotions. She wasn't the only one who couldn't resist. After the same, Ning Mengyao naturally wouldn't be depressed.

Half a month later, a pedestrian arrived in the sea, and there was already a big boat parked there.

When Jomo saw the big boat, his eyes lit up.

“Daddy's a big boat. ”

“What's your hurry?” Joe Mo Mo, who had been disturbed and twisted in his arms, said Joe Tian with a helpless face.

“I'm curious.” Jomo said delicately.

Joe Tian couldn't help but squeeze his son's nose. This little thing really made him want to scold.

The people riding horses were all good horses and couldn't help throwing them away, so they got them all on the boat. Good thing the space on the boat was huge, no problem at all, otherwise they couldn't take the horses away.

Standing at the bow of the boat, watching the boat sail, getting farther and farther from shore, Ning Mengyao's eyes flashed slightly, and the people beside him also watched the scene silently.

Maureen and Phoenix looked at each other and eventually decided to remain silent.

For them, the departure was home, while for Joe Tianjin it was a familiar place where they had lived for a long time.

Leaning in Joe's smooth arms, Mengyao's eyes bore a little moisture, Xiao Guo... Fengguo... one day we will return.

Life on the boat can't be too hard. Whether it's chatting or finding something to do for themselves, or watching Jomo and Jomo Maple practice martial arts, it's all entertainment.

In the end, Mengyao also made some cards, which made them less boring.

“Mom, how long till we're not on the boat?” Jomo looked at the ocean and frowned.

For the boat and the sea, Jomo had lost his initial excitement, replacing it with impatience, with the same scenery every day, which caused him visual fatigue.

“Your Uncle Phoenix and Uncle Maureen said it might take another five or six days.” They've been at sea for more than a decade now. I don't know how those people got there, but they didn't even know it.

“Ah, five or six more days?” Jomo listened and suddenly the corpse lay on the table.

Fishing from the sea every day these days, although it's delicious, he wants fruit, he wants all sorts of things, and now he has nothing.

“Little monkey, I think you ate all your snacks and candy, that's why you're so bored.” Ning Mengyao stretched out his hand and poked his son in the head. He said with no anger.

“Mother, how do you know?” Jomo looked at Ning Mengyao with bright eyes, as if he was saying, Mother, are you giving me some?

Ning Mengyao's mouth slightly twitched, instantly silent, looking at his son's thick face, silently turned his head, not to deal with him.

After another five or six days at sea, they finally saw the coast from afar.

This is definitely a surprise for Jomo.

“Ah, here we are.” Jomo was excited to say out loud that the people around him would laugh, and yeah, they finally got here.