The General’s Little Peasant Wife

As soon as Ishimatsu came to the ring to find Jomo, he looked at Jomo Mo Mo Mo Mo Suk suspiciously. How can he feel like he's changed?

“Mo Mo, did your uncle clean you up yesterday?” Ishimatsu asked with some uncertainty.

He had such experience. Before, when his mother was still here, he pissed off his mother and was beaten up by his father. He still remembered that beating was so refreshing that he still remembered it clearly.

“No, why did you say that?” Jomo asked strangely that he had not really been beaten since he was a child, even if he made Joe Tian angry again, he didn't do it.

Even things like yesterday, he couldn't resist not touching him because his mother loved him.

He knew that yesterday, when they went back to the tavern, in the study, Joe Tianjin really wanted to do it to him, but finally he held back and did nothing.

“Because I used to piss my mother off, my father beat me up. Yesterday I felt very sad about my aunt and wondered if you would get beaten up at home.” Ishimatsu bluntly said, "It's just that, you really owe me. What do you mean, you think you're gonna get beat up? He just wants to see himself get beat up?

“That's what you asked for. ”

“You don't think I didn't hit you yesterday, so you're proud.” Joe Tian suddenly said in a shady voice.

Jomo glanced at him and turned his head: “Mom, look at my dad. He's so big, he's bullying my little kid. ”

“…” This is Joe Tianjin.

“…” Ning Mengyao, besides being speechless, was particularly frightened. Is this really her son, who has always been cool? Is she wrong?

Ishimatsu made a very classic move, reaching straight for Jomo's forehead.

“What are you doing?” Reaching down his hand on his forehead, Jomo gritted his teeth and asked.

“Nothing, just wanted to see if you had a fever.” Ishimatsu said in a serious way.

“You just had a fever. ”

After saying this, Jomo's body suddenly became very stiff and his face instantly grew pale. Joe Tian saw him like this, reached out and fished him into his arms, reaching out and touching his forehead: “What's wrong? What's wrong?”

“They're here. ”

Joe Tian glanced around and saw several people in white in a corner. The momentum burst out in an instant, pounding towards the place. I preferred Mengyao to see my son's accident, just like Joe Tian Shuang, at the same time.

Powerful pressure, letting the man who shot Jomo before spray his blood out.

He stretched his hand over his chest and looked a little pale: "You've met a master. ”

“Did you find someone? ”

“No, we made a mistake.” The wounded shook their heads.

“How did this happen? Didn't you say it had to be here? Isn't that the kid? ”

“What's a hearse like, you don't know? If it really counted that he was in his twenties, how old was the kid, even if he really became like that, according to his character, would he be willing to be held by a man in his arms? Or is it like treating a child, you think he can take it?” The other person whitened, like the others around him, and said with no good breath.

“You're right, maybe we're wrong.” The man was silent for a while and said.

As the two spoke, an icy voice came along: "Don't blame me for being rude to my son again. ”

The two people who heard the sound threw up blood at the same time, but through the sound, they actually got hurt like this. How good is that person?

“Who the hell is that? How dare you? ”

“Whoever it is, it's none of our business.” Such power can only be fought with one of their ancestors, they are not adversaries at all, and perhaps another can, the dark is the hearse, after all, it was already as powerful as it was eight years ago.

“Perhaps you're right. Let's just pretend we don't know anything. ”