The General’s Little Peasant Wife

After playing with sugar and beans for a while, I felt very bored. I ran to Joe Tianshun and Ning Mengyao's arms and crooked them. I opened a pair of very innocent eyes and looked at Zhao Mingyu in front of me, with a curious light in my eyes.

“Auntie, what are their names? So cute.” When Zhao Mingyu looked at the two identical children, he felt very fond. The two children were really cute and cute, unlike the children in the house he had met.

“The boy is looking for Joe Morin, the bean name, the girl is Joe Foam, the sugar name, the guy was Joe Morgan, the little monkey name, but this little name is the only one I can call, you can call him Joe.” Ning Mengyao introduced Zhao Mingyu to his three children.

Joe looked at his daughter-in-law helplessly: "Daughter-in-law, aren't you afraid of him? ”

“He was too busy writing to Maple to be angry.” Ning Mengyao said without any concern.

This made Jomo, who wrote a good letter and got off the carriage, look at his home with a dark face, more like the mother of a child than his sister.

“Mother, would you spare me a little face in front of the outsiders?” Jomo really wanted to cry about it.

He protested for a long time about this little name, but his mother didn't change anything. He also asked what gave him such a small name, but his father said that when he was just born, he had a little red skin and some wrinkles, so he gave him a small name called the little monkey, and he used to call himself that when he was little.

When I think of this Jomo, I feel good.

“That's not gonna work. It's the only fun I have. ”

“Mother...”

“It's no use calling Dad.” Ning Mengyao shook his head very firmly.

Jomo looked at Ning Mengyao's eyelids and jumped. Is this his mother?

Zhao Mingyu looked at the way their family was getting along and suddenly felt a little envious.

“You should be satisfied, at least with Uncle and Aunt Joe, and they're good to you.” From a brief encounter, he could feel the slow love of Mr. and Mrs. Ning Mengyao for their three children, something he had never felt before.

Jomo hey laughed and touched his nose with some embarrassment: "Of course I know my parents are nice to me, but I just don't want my mother to call me such a small name. ”

“Monkey, when you're your brother's age, how about I stop calling you your little name?” I thought about it, maybe it's not a good idea to call it that.

“Mom, it's okay.” He was just saying that he could feel his mother calling him a little monkey with drowning and love in her tone.

Zhao Mingyu suddenly got confused. Who is their big brother?

“Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce to you, our eldest son, actually the son we adopted when the little monkey was a little boy, Joe Morpheus, and a name called Phoenix.” Ning Mengyao saw Zhao Mingyu with a very strange look at them and said with a smile.

“Oh, I see. ”

On the other side of Zhao's family, seeing Zhao Mingyu like this is actually very comforting.

Young Master Ming Yu has moved out of his home since he was an adult and the owner gave him some property. He only goes back to his old house every once in a while, but they have never seen Zhao Mingyu so relaxed.

This was probably the happiest night of Zhao Mingyu's life, and Jomo Feng was a little uneasy.

Speaking of kung fu, he suddenly saw Jomo's eagle return, or came to him, stopped the movement in his hand, lifted his arm and let the eagle stop on his arm.

Take off the letter tied to the eagle's feet and let it be fed some food before it looks.

At first glance, he thought he was wrong, otherwise how could this weird thing happen to him?

My parents and brother went out less than a day ago, but they found him a friend, didn't they all make them themselves?