The General’s Little Peasant Wife

At this moment, Nangong Yan truly understands that some things are missed, no one will forgive you because you regret them, let alone he is wrong again.

With this in mind, the eyes of Nangong Flame flashed with darkness. If he had understood earlier and then stopped, would it be a different sight now?

Though he thought so, in the heart of Nangong Yan, he was reluctant to admit that he had made a mistake, and he just kept telling himself that he was doing it with all his heart and that he needed their understanding and forgiveness.

And he is so self-righteous, but he is also the most annoying of Ning Mengyao.

On the way back, he was in a good mood. At this moment, he fell to the bottom of the valley. Ning Mengyao frowned more tightly. Like who owed her silver, he let Joe Tian smoothly shake his head with some laughter.

“What are you thinking?” Despite knowing what Ning Mengyao was thinking, Qiao Tianchang asked.

“Tianjing, in fact, at first I thought about forgiving him. After all, he was controlled, but then he did things that I couldn't forgive.” Ning Mengyao frowned and said.

Heard Nangong Yan had come here before, and told the Xiao family of their news that she was very unhappy, in her heart, the one who made her unhappy, or not.

But this other person is her father, she has been deliberately avoiding someone, later she has told herself that the West Coast is so big, they don't necessarily have to go up, but the reality is to give him a slap, Nangong Flame appeared in front of her like this, and said that, of course, those words made Ning Mengyao's expression look very ugly, the slightest thought of forgiveness in her heart was ruined.

“I know everything.” As her husband, her thoughts, why doesn't he know? It just didn't break a bit, and in his heart, Nangong Yan, he just asked for it. Although it was controlled, it was him who made the decision, which was no wonder.

“Am I being a little radical? ”

“No, if I were you, I'd probably do it in a more unaffordable way.” Qiao Tian looked at Ning Mengyao and said.

Ning Mengyao snorted, then laughed, a beautiful pair of eyes bent, made Joe Tian unbearably fascinated.

Despite having three children, one of whom was eight this winter, she still looks just like she did when she first met, and if she doesn't say so, she can't really tell that she's already had three children.

Ning Mengyao rarely saw Joe Tian look at her with this obsessive look, and she still looked at her for so long, she was embarrassed.

“What are you looking at me like that for? Do I have something on my face?” I reached out and touched my face, but I didn't touch anything, but it was very smooth.

Joe Tian returned to God, walked to Ning Mengyao, reached out and held people tightly in his arms, with a warm smile at the corner of his mouth, regardless of whether they were on the street or not.

“Yao Yao, we've known each other for almost ten years, right?” Joe Tian suddenly said.

Ning Mengyao, as if, if Qiao Tian did not speak, she had not realized that they had been together for such a long time.

“Yeah, it's been ten years.” Ning Mengyao had a warm smile on his face.

People say it's been an itch for seven years, but she and Joe Tianjin, as if they had just been together, even though they had quarreled in the middle, they finally made up, and their feelings never went to the ice spot.

Looking at Joe Tianjing, Mengyao had a happy smile on his face.

She was fortunate that she had gone to Baishan village, where she had settled in seclusion, and had met this man who had spoiled her, even though she was still alive.

“Thank you very much. ”

“It's me who should say thank you, and with you, I feel alive.” Joe Tian unwinds and holds Ning Mengyao's hand. He takes her hand and walks towards where they live.