The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Zhao Mingyu's hand stiffened a little. He couldn't help but cry and look at the sugar and beans. This itchy powder really won't kill him. It's just a prank powder, and nothing will happen. Zhao Mingyu hasn't said anything at all.

“Don't worry, this big brother, she'll be fine, it'll be a couple of days at most, but my sister isn't scared to death, she's telling the truth.” Jomo walked up to Zhao Mingyu and said with a faint mouth.

Zhao Mingyu looked at Jomo: “Did you make this medicine? ”

“No, I don't really like this stuff, it's my brother's assignment to play with them.” Although it's a game, it also has a defensive effect.

Zhao Mingyu has the feeling that three views are destroyed. Why is this dangerous thing for children to play with?

“My big brother is very nice, he will have a lot of things, in the words of his parents, he is a genius, I think if you meet my big brother, you can be a good friend?” Jomo stretched his hand to his chin and said thoughtfully.

Mr and Mrs Qiao Tianchan looked at each other and it seemed that all three of them thought so.

“Your brother? How old is he? ”

“Almost sixteen. You must be two or three years younger.” Ning Mengyao shrugged his shoulders and said freely.

“Two years younger than me.” Zhao Mingyudong came to his interest, because of his character, no one wanted to be friends with him, so he was also a person without friends.

Jomo turned his eyes around and then looked at his parents: "Mom and Dad, let's get this brother to communicate with you. What do you say? ”

“That's a good idea.” Both Joe Tianshun and Ning Mengyao agree very much and think this attention is very good.

Jomo got the agreement of his parents, had a strong smile on his face, put his hand on his lips and blow it, then with a sound of eagle, the sky rushed down a eagle.

“Mother, why don't we just let Big Brother ride over here? We'll wait for you in the front pool.” Jomo couldn't help but say when he saw the eagle.

Joe Tianshun and Ning Mengyaotong were silent and looked at his son: “You want to kidnap a friend for your brother so badly? ”

“Of course, my big brother is so good and brilliant. It's an honor to be friends with my big brother, okay?” Jomo was so proud and so stinking.

I completely ignored the fact that there was one person standing beside me.

“…” Zhao Mingyu looked at Jomo without a word, can this person not despise himself to this point?

“Come on, do it yourself. ”

Jomo smiled excitedly and took the eagle to the carriage, presumably to write to Jomo Maple.

After he left, Mr. and Mrs. Ning Mengyao said helplessly: “I'm so sorry, we spoiled them all. ”

“Nothing, ma'am. He's cute.” After all, he is only a teenager. No matter how mature he is, he has a child's side. He will naturally love it when he sees Jomo so cute.

“You don't have to be so polite. My husband's name is Joe. Just call him Uncle Joe and call me Aunt Joe.” Ning Mengyao smiled.

Zhao Mingyu touched his nose with some embarrassment, looked at Ning Mengyao's very young face, and touched his nose with some embarrassment.

“Well, isn't auntie too old? ”

Ning Mengyao smiled. “Don't worry, I'm almost thirty years old, not old. ”

This kid is so funny and tight that he actually asks these questions.

“Yeah, not old.” Joe Tian said softly.

Ning Mengyao is getting younger and younger now, which means that some little girls don't necessarily have her skin and body. If she hadn't combed her hair, I'm afraid she was only eighteen or nine years old. No one would believe her at all. This is already the mother of three children, and one of them is eight years old.

Zhao Mingyu's eyes stared round and unbelievably looked at Ning Mengyao: “Auntie doesn't look like a 30-year-old at all. ”

“Oh, really? ”