The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Ning Mengyao was directly laughed at by Jomo: “Monkey, you are bored, let you go up and play, you are disgraced, what are you trying to do? ”

“Mother, I think this is the game. Are we really going to play? This is a waste of our time.” Jomo looked at his mother very tangled and looked very painful.

Instead of giving up the idea of Ning Mengyao, it was also very interesting to see the expression of his son. In fact, it was also good. Ning Mengyao was so comforted in his heart.

Joe Tianjin was also a bit handsome and had never seen his son look as funny.

Jomo was heartbroken by his parents' reaction. He hit the chair armrest on the side of his head. He should keep looking.

“Aren't Xiao's contests full of embroidered legs? ”

Sholoflame's face changed and his expression didn't look good. He was responsible for this. If something happened, it was his fault, and now someone is questioning his abilities, how can he not be angry?

Jomo was shouted out of interest by this man's voice. He held his chin with one hand and looked at the arrogant man on the ring. Since he was so arrogant, shouldn't his strength be very good? Jomo thought thoughtfully.

“Monkey, what's wrong with you? ”

“Mother, how can you say that about me? I can't think of anything bad that good. ”

Meanwhile, he pounded heavily on Jomo's head, rather than staring at him: “Speak human language. ”

“I'm talking, Mother. You say this man is so arrogant, he should be very good, right?” Jomo said with his eyes open.

He hasn't done it in a long time. What if he wants to move his bones?

“You can go up and try it.” Ning Mengyao frowned.

Jomo thought about it and thought it was perfectly possible, so he jumped and people were already on the stage.

Everyone watched a seven- or eight-year-old jump onto the ring, silent for a few seconds, and laughed, especially at the man on the ring.

“Little thing, are you sure you've weaned yourself? Don't cry when you lose.” The man couldn't help but laugh, and the people below laughed, but those who saw Jomo come to the stage didn't say a word, and those willing to be fools, they couldn't stop it, could they?

Jomo looked at the smile in front of him and was very happy. He had a terrible voice and his eyes squinted slightly: “Honestly, I don't really like your mouth. ”

“Kid, what are you talking about? ”

“Nothing, that means your mouth stinks.” Jomo spoke faintly.

“You're dying.” A man can't let a little guy insult himself like that and jump right over it.

Jomo slipped away, kicked his foot up on each other's ass, and kicked the man directly into the ring. However, when the man went halfway into the air and was about to fall, everyone saw Jomo leap forward, appeared in front of the man, then kicked him in the face, and kicked the man back into the ring.

And then all the lookers saw that a man in his 30s was kicked over and kicked over by a seventy-eight year old like a ball, and every time a man wanted to admit to losing, he was stopped by Jomo, and that's what he really wanted to admit to losing.

The people below looked at Jomo's cruelty and couldn't help but cover their faces. Is that how all the kids are now?

The Zhao family also came today. Zhao Mingxiang saw Jomo directly kicking people as balls. He couldn't help laughing. No matter how mature he behaved, this guy was still a child, he still had a childish side.

Zhao Xin also came today. Since that day, she has never appeared in front of the Ning Mengyao family. Now she sees that Jomo actually kicks people as balls, and doesn't look as hard as a bit. At a moment, she is a little scared. An eight-year-old child is so powerful. What about Jomo Feng?

When I think of Joe Mo Feng, Zhao's heart hates him, hates Joe Mo Feng's ruthlessness, and hates his incomprehensible style.