The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Joe Tian's glance at Joe Mo Tian is getting worse and worse. When he saw that he wasn't ready to let go, he was unhappy at once: “Boy, when do you want to hold him? ”

“This is my mother, how I want to hug her.” Jomo snorted. Though he said it was his father, he didn't forget how he had just trained him. Didn't he say not to let his mother hug him? In the future, he took the initiative to hug his mother, and the sour didn't kill him.

Joe Tian glanced at Jomo and stretched out his hand to drag Mengyao from your valley into his arms: “I want to hug myself and find a daughter-in-law to hug her. ”

Ning Mengyao looked at the scene of the painting style mutation and felt a little out of line.

“I said, what are you two doing? Tianjin is still young, Tianjin, this is your father, you can't be so rude.” Ning Mengyao looked at the two of them with a headache and said.

“He's not too young.” Joe Tian said in a straightforward manner.

“Go eat.” Ning Mengyao didn't want to talk to this person who was even jealous of her son. She held the beans and she didn't even see him. What did he say? How could he come here and the nose is not the nose, the face is not the face? That's weird.

Joe Tian walked behind Jomo and deliberately kept a distance from the three people in front.

“If you think about it, then don't do anything to make her sad. Next time, Jomo, I'll do it to you, whether you're my son or not. You're my baby, but she's my life. I can't bear to hurt a hair. Why do you hurt her?” Joe Tian spoke freely in a voice that only two people could hear.

Jomo stunned for a moment and always knew that Joe Tianjin was good to them, but he never said that kind of special kind of corrective words. Today's phrase, baby, seemed to make him feel like something had changed.

“Not anymore. ”

“Better be. ”

“Ah, by the way, you can actually call me a hearse, although I don't really like that name.” Jomo suddenly looked at Joe Tianjin and said with a very strange expression.

“Hmm?”

“Well, I'll tell you later, when sugar and beans fall asleep.” Jomo said with ease.

Because he found that it was not that difficult to say everything to them, that they were different from the two men, who gave them no shoes to lift.

After dinner, after Ning Mengyao put sugar candy and beans to sleep, the three of them sat opposite each other outside.

“Mom and Dad, you can actually call me a hearse. ”

“Uh?”

Jomo grabbed his hair and said some embarrassing things: “I don't know, it was weird about me, my name was Ling Hao, but my parents killed me, and when I woke up, I became a baby, your children. ”

Ning Mengyao looked at Jomo with a big mouth: “Really, it's the same as I thought. Um, is this like borrowing a body for a soul, or crossing a soul, or reborn with a memory? ”

“Probably a memory rebirth.” The first one was thrown away. What borrowed the body for soul? And he doesn't know anything about crossing.

“Well, no wonder your mind isn't the same as a normal child, but why would your parents want to kill you?” Ning Mengyao asks strangely, how can parents attack their children?

Then Jomo told them a very vulgar story where his parents killed his most remarkable heir to the spiritual family for his brother's future, and the heir's seat naturally fell on his brother.

“What kind of parents are these? Things like that can be done.” Ning Mengyao had the feeling of being blindfolded. Why did he feel so disgusted?

“Who knows, because I've been great since I was a kid, and when my brother wasn't even born, they kind of loved me, but it was all in the interest, but they loved me and they were scared of me.” Jomo suddenly laughed at himself.

“Afraid of you? And why is that? You have nothing to be afraid of.” What did his son do to make Yao Tong angry? "People are still afraid of it.