The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Perhaps there are still a few in the house who really care about him, but it doesn't matter to him anymore, all he has to do is make all those who deal with him pay.

“As long as you remember, we don't want to do white work.” Ning Mengyao shrugged her shoulders and mumbled.

Maureen's hand was slightly stiff and then sighed slightly, finally showing some smile in the corner of his mouth, which he knew was the way of care for Ning Mengyao.

“I know, don't worry, for Mo's people, it's you that makes me soft, and I can't do it.” Maureen whispered.

That Mo family is not the Mo family anymore, now Mo family has become a hundred pores of sores, and someone manipulates it in the back, how can he make Mo family a tool for others how many belongings he once felt?

“That's good. For Molly, I can only say she's selfish, she just thinks of herself, she doesn't think about anyone else.” Ning Mengyao said seriously.

She felt Maureen really loved that sister, so she couldn't help but say this.

It was because Molly was too selfish to stab Maureen in the back just because she was thinking of her own interests. Not only did she stab her, but she also took it for granted that even if she hurt Maureen, Maureen should forgive her, not be angry with her, and spoil her as much as she used to, love her.

That's the same idea, after she said those words, she couldn't stand to collapse directly. How can a self-centered person think about other people?

“Of course I understand what you're saying, but unfortunately, it's too late.” Maureen looked out the window whispering.

If he'd known Molly was like this, he wouldn't have been such a wolf.

He reached out and touched his face, even though it was good, but he couldn't forget, Molly's harsh, secretly corroded drug when she did it, just fell on his face like that, no struggle at all, no self-reproach at all, as if it were natural.

If it wasn't heavy, at the end of the day, he saved himself, he really didn't dare to guarantee that his face would be intact even if they had black grandpa.

How could such hatred make him forgive Molly for that woman? Especially after knowing what kind of person she is.

“You…”

“The corrosive drug that ruined my face, it was she who fell on my face herself.” He was badly injured in a coma for a moment, and that's when Molly got her hands on it.

Not only Ning Mengyao, but even Joe Tianchang stared at Maureen incredibly, obviously not believing it was true.

“How could she.” Joe Tian slapped herself on the side of the table, the table cracked, the woman damn, it was really cheap not to kill her just now.

Maureen laughed at herself. Yeah, how the hell did she do that?

“So Mengyao, what you want is not established, I have endless hatred with her, how can you forgive her?” He can't wait to kill Molly now, so how can he forgive her?

How can he forgive her if she can ignore all those years of brotherhood and sisterhood?

“That's not what I meant.” Mengyao frowned, some disliked seeing him like this.

“I know, you just care about me and worry about me.” Maureen smiled.

How could he not understand what Ning Mengyao means when he is not so ignorant of good or bad?

“People have arrived, and industrial matters have been arranged, as long as you can just say the word.” Ning Mengyao looked at Maureen and said.

Maureen nodded with a smile: "Okay, but I've been waiting for months. Are you afraid to wait another few days? ”

“Well, listen to you. ”

“We're going out, you rest.” Joe Tian looked at Maureen tired and frowned.

Looks like he hasn't rested well in the last few days.

Like Joe Tian, Maureen did not rest well these days, especially the closer he got to Mo's house, the more obvious the atrocity in his heart, making him unable to sleep in peace, perhaps without resolving Mo's house, he would not rest well.