The General’s Little Peasant Wife

“In that case, don't think about it. Sooner or later, you're not a hearse. You're Joe Moore, even if they have the skills. You still know you're not dead?” Mengyao snorted coldly.

“Mother, maybe they really know, not necessarily.” Jomo mumbled.

Ning Mengyao really didn't want to see him like this, he held his hand in his face and forced him to look at himself. The expression on his face was also incredibly serious: “Look at me, it doesn't matter if those people know you're alive or not. Importantly, you're our son, it's me and your father's son. If they want to touch you, they have to go through our consent first. With us, nobody dares to touch you at all. ”

She doesn't care who Jomo was, all she knows is that Jomo is now her son, her precious son.

Jomo looked at Ning Mengyao and then laughed. The smile on his face was a little crazy and a little touching.

“Mother, I know. ”

Joe Tian stretched his eyes slightly and pushed Jomo aside: “Now that I know, go back to sleep. By the way, stay away from your mother. ”

“…” Jomo watched silently as Joe Tianchan fell into the vinegar bowl.

“I'm eight now. ”

“Psychological age is 23 years.” Joe Tian's cool rebuttal went back.

Jomo was choking and couldn't speak. How could he not know that his father was still such a vinegar bowl?

“Jealous old man. ”

Joe Tian picked his eyebrows and looked at Joe Mo with a smile. “You got a problem with that? ”

“No." Jomo shook his head hastily. He still didn't want to do a good job of digging himself. After all, the old man in jealousy was totally unreasonable and unreasonable.

“Then get out. ”

Jomo glanced at Joe Tianjin with contempt: "Possession is so strong, I don't know how my mother can stand you. ”

“When you have a lover and a son, come back and discuss this with me.” He doesn't talk to kids.

Jomo's eyes twitched straight. This man did it on purpose today, didn't he?

Joe Tian glanced at Jomo and said clearly that he meant it on purpose.

It was rare to see Jomo's scene like this. Mengyao stood up and laughed, then looked at the two of them and said: “I'm going to bed, you two can contact each other slowly. ”

“Yao Yao, wait for me. I don't have time to contact him. ”

“Mom, I'm sleepy. I don't want to get in touch with him. ”

Father and son said this almost simultaneously, and then glanced at each other.

Ning Mengyao couldn't help his forehead. He was fine before. How could he suddenly become this contender?

When Jomo returned to his room, Ning Mengyao looked at Joe Tianjin with a smile on his face: “What are you doing? ”

“Nothing. All right, go to sleep.” Joe Tian walked to the side of the bed, pressing the man against the bed.

Joe Tian opened his eyes after he felt the person around him fall asleep, and he did it for Jomo's own good.

Even though Jomo had told them everything, he was definitely prepared to say it. Although he said he was trying to be very calm, he betrayed him with his clenched fist, which is why he ended up talking to Jomo in this way, hoping that he could allay his concerns and fears.

Whatever he used to be, for him, he is now Joe Moo-hoo, his precious son and Ning Mengyao.

Jomo returned to the room and the smile on his face gradually landed, reaching out and touching his chest, his dazzling smile once again appeared, suddenly he felt that he didn't actually believe that horrible.

And he seemed to thank those people, if not them, how could he have such an opportunity? How can there be such an opportunity?

Just thinking of what Ning Mengyao called him, suddenly he felt that the little name he had always disliked was full of love.