The General’s Little Peasant Wife

“Really?” Maureen stretched her hand to marry her mask and looked at Master Mo with a scarred face.

When I saw his face, Master Mo was a little heartless and even afraid to go see Maureen.

“How dare you look at my face? Isn't that what you're giving me? Oh, and by the way, my hands and feet, it's just a shame. Except for this face, my wounds are all good, aren't they very disappointing?” Maureen walked towards Master Mo step by step. No matter how he dodged, he sent that scarred face to Master Mo.

The old man on the side, no matter how stupid, heard what that meant.

“Lynn, do you think they destroyed your face?” Master Mo's tone suppressed his mad anger. Look at Master Mo's expression.

“Dad, how is this possible? Maureen is my son. How could I do that to him?” Without Maureen speaking, Master Mo is already eager to shake his head. In any case, today, Master Mo cannot be allowed to doubt them.

Ning Mengyao stood there and watched them speak and go. It was all just a few words and a little impatient.

“Maureen, do you talk so much to them?” In Ning Mengyao's view, isn't that what Maureen said?

Maureen turned around and looked at Ning Mengyao with the scar on his face. That was unbelievable.

Ning Mengyao's eyelids jumped and turned his head.

“Don't look at me with this face, I'm afraid I'll have nightmares at night.” Ning Mengyao's voice was full of disgust.

Maureen's mouth twitched, his eyes widened, staring hard at Ning Mengyao, his face like this, who caused it? Didn't she paint it herself?

If he didn't know his face was good, he would think that his face was really ruined.

“Girl, what are you saying? It would be nice if my grandson could get a life back. How can you say that?” From Maureen's tone, the old man knew that the situation must have been very dangerous, but since the grandson was able to live well, it was already the greatest gift from heaven, but the girl still said such words, how could he not be angry?

“Grandpa, don't be angry. She saved my life. She's a knife and a bean curd. Don't worry about it.” Maureen quickly explained with a smile, and gave Ning Mengyao a look to see if I was good to you. That look made Ning Mengyao's eyes jump.

Seeing Maureen's eyes, Ning Mengyao really seemed to slap him and photograph him directly.

Qiao Tianjing saw the way Maureen frowned at Ning Mengyao, his face was dark, and he looked at Maureen with warning. That look made Maureen shudder and turn her head quickly. All right, he forgot that Ning Mengyao had a vinegar jar next to him.

Maureen said silently that I was wrong.

They're actually here to laugh, aren't they? Why else would you do something like that at such a serious time?

“Why did you save him? Why didn't you let him die outside? Forget it, why did you let him come back?” Lady Mo didn't know what was going on either, pointing to Ning Mengyao and blaming him. The collapse was obviously caused by the presence of Maureen.

Ning Mengyao was still angry, and the old man was angry. What do you call that? What do you mean, dead outside?

“Morse, what do you mean? What do you mean, let Lin die outside? And you're such a motherfucker?” The old man pounded his crutches in his hand with anger.

“I don't have such a disobedient son. He's not my son. Get him out of Mo's house now.” Mrs. Mo's hysterical roar.

Not only is the old man dissatisfied, even Master Mo is a little upset. In front of so many people, say such words, is this telling others how much they hate their son?

And this is an indirect admission that Maureen was injured by them.

“What are you talking about?” Master Mo looked at Mrs. Mo angrily and then said something embarrassing: “She was a little out of her mind. ”