The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Ning Mengyao looked at Song Yao who kept shaking his head and smiled evilly.

“Do you want to say it? But what if we don't want to know?” Ning Mengyao looked at Song Yan innocently and suddenly she didn't want to know.

“No, don't, you let me go, I don't want to be ruined, don't.” Even if it's other injuries, you can just feed it, but if you don't ruin your face, then...

Thinking about this result, Song Yan felt terrible. She could be hurt in any way, but she couldn't hurt her face.

“You say I made your face look like Maureen, isn't that nice?” Ning Mengyao glanced at Maureen, smiling at the woman in front of her, smiling.

Song Yan hasn't done anything yet. Maureen's face went dark first. What happened to his face? Are you messing with her? Why are you dragging yourself into this?

“No, I don't want to be that ugly, I don't want to.” Song Yao shook her head constantly. Her eyes were full of fear for Ning Mengyao. She was afraid that Ning Mengyao would really make her face look like Maureen's.

Maureen's face, she doesn't want to look at it a second time. After all, it's disgusting. How can a horrible face appear on her face?

Maureen's face is not just dark this time, but purple. This dead woman dares to say he is ugly.

The royal wind reached out and patted Maureen's shoulder. She laughed very unkindly. Looking at Maureen like this, this is a tempo to be pissed off.

“Ugly? I thought you liked it. I made you like this, didn't you? Isn't it nice for him to be like this? Isn't that right?” Ning Mengyao approached Song Yan and whispered in her ear, the sound kept Song Yan shaking his head.

“No, I don't like her, I like Naran, um.” Naran just exited, Song Yan's eyes suddenly opened, and then there was no breath.

Ning Mengyao looked at Song Yao, who was already dead. Her face turned very ugly. Has she been cut off?

This just to know who did it, people were killed. This result made Ning Mengyao dislike it very much.

Maureen's eyebrows are also tightly wrinkled. Who exactly is Song Yan talking about? Who will be the Naran family?

Song Yan's death made Mrs. Mo's face look very ugly. It's just that the expression doesn't look sad, it's a little like fear. It seems to hold Song Yan to death, so they can't live long either.

“How did this happen? Isn't Yan relying on the mountain? Isn't it amazing? Why is this happening?” Lady Mo whispered that all the expectations in her heart were gone for hours and replaced by a strong fear.

Just like Mrs. Mo thought, there was also Master Mo, but he understood better that Song Yan had been murdered.

Song Yan knew a lot, but because he knew too much, he would be silenced. The more he often knew, the worse he would end up dead.

Ning Mengyao couldn't care less what Master Mo was thinking. She looked cold at the corpse, which had lost its breath.

It's not good to suddenly be directly annihilated.

“Yao...”

“Brother-in-law, I'm fine. I just feel so bored.” Ning Mengyao chewed on his teeth and said.

Isn't that boring? She felt kind-hearted when she walked up to the door and personally killed someone under her eyes.

“Ma'am, we didn't catch up.” Qinghuai walked in from the outside, a shady face.

Ning Mengyao nodded knowingly, and now she really feels very angry, especially about Song Yan.

“Well, don't get angry. Anyway, at least leave a clue.” Joe looked at her helplessly and said.

Ning Mengyao glanced at Joe Tian and suddenly felt tired.

“Tianjin, are you sure you're comforting me, not striking me?” I'd rather watch Joe Tianjin cry and say it without tears.

If she only knew the word Naran, she wouldn't have known. I don't know. At least she wouldn't feel so stuck.