The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Joe Mo Feng looked at Zhao Mingxiang and thought about the look of Zhao Xin's superb product. Then he looked at the sugar in his arms and suddenly lifted it to his family's sweet sugar.

“Brother Zhao, I'm sorry for your loss.” Jomo Maple said in a serious way.

“...” Zhao Mingxiang looked at Jomo Feng silently and suddenly understood why Xiaoyu would say that he had eaten a few kilos of arsenic cream.

Jomo couldn't help laughing, and he found the big brother so funny now, provided he didn't.

“I suddenly felt that Xiaoyu was absolutely right in one sentence.” Zhao Mingxiang looked at Jomo Feng and sighed, very helplessly.

“What?”

“Your mouth is poisoned like a few kilos of arsenic. ”

“Arsenic? Can that thing poison a dead man?” Jomo Maple says he's very disgusted. What kind of junior poison can eat a dead man?

Zhao Mingxiang looked at Zhao Mingyu silently and stared at him. What kind of friend did you make?

“Brother, I forgot to tell you, Mo Feng specializes in medicine.” Zhao Mingyu wanted to cry without tears and said, "That's called a squeeze in my heart.

Zhao Mingxiang's clothes are gone. No wonder he can't see anything like arsenic.

“I haven't studied it, I've studied it for years, and I have two very powerful people in my family who are re-toxic.” Qiao Mo Feng said something serious, but the Zhao Mingyu brothers couldn't help but fight a chill.

Zhao Mingxiang suddenly felt like he didn't know how to talk. He looked around and said, “Are you going to take the three kids out to play? Just in time for me to come with you. ”

Jomo Feng looked at him blindly, and it seemed to be a backdrop of desertion. He didn't seem to say anything, did he?

Zhao Mingxiang darkly wiped a tear in his heart. What kind of freak did they know? Why would Uncle Joe want a kid to learn poison? What good is this poison technique?

In fact, Zhao Mingyu doesn't know much about Fengcheng either, but with Zhao Mingxiang's presence, where there is fun, there is delicious food, they all took them, undoubtedly the three smiles are the happiest.

“Thank you, Brother Shang.” The sugar candy took Zhao Mingxiang's delicious food, and a big smile appeared on his face, his eyebrows curved, very cute.

“Sugar is so cute, I want to take it home.” Zhao Mingxiang muttered.

Then the three eyes turned to stare at him at the same time. Zhao Mingxiang was shown by the eyes of the three people some of the hair in his heart.

“What are you three looking at me like that for? ”

“Want to rob our sister? Have you asked us? Have you talked to my parents? Have you asked my godfather? Have you asked my aunt and uncle about them?” Jomo looked at Zhao Mingxiang obliquely and straightened up a whole bunch of people.

Zhao Mingxiang's eyelids jumped slightly. Is he pissed off?

“This is the only girl in our family, there are a few boys in our family, they all treat sugar as a precious. Brother Zhao, do you want to take sugar back? Want to try it?” Jomo Maple smiled and said, and then he didn't grow up: “I'm right, I forgot to tell you, you're challenging people, including me. ”

How can Zhao Mingxiang not hear his bad intentions?

“When I didn't say anything. ”

Zhao Mingxiang is now worried about the future husband of Sugar Sugar. Will he hold his breath to grab Sugar?

Look at the three people in front of you, um, watch the play, don't put yourself in it.

“I sympathize with the future husband of sugar.” Zhao Mingyu said with joy and happiness.

Jomo Maple frowned, Jomo Mo Mo Mo Mo Mo's face was dark, and as for sugar, look at this and look at that, it doesn't seem to understand what they're talking about.

“Later on, let's go. It's time for us to go back, Mom and Dad should come back.” Jomo Feng calmly retracted his gaze and said with a full smile.

The future husband? Sugar sugar is five years old, it's still early, at least 10 years, 10 years from now, let's talk about it.

However, Jomo Feng didn't think that in less than 10 years, just a few months, the sugar sold itself, and it was the kind that sold it and helped people count their money.