The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Xiao Ji looked at their faces and knew they weren't joking, and nodded: “Don't worry, when I get back, I'll start fixing up Xiao's house and deliver what I need. ”

“Good. I've seen the boat. Let's go.” Ning Mengyao stretched out a lazy waist and said freely.

After disembarking, the three men quickly left with a whip. They knew that they had not much time. Even without them, Ning Mengyao would be able to get what he wanted without any effort. Ning Mengyao was willing to give them this opportunity, undoubtedly in order to help them, and naturally they could not drag their legs behind.

Ning Mengyao stood on the cliff, leaning in Joe Tian's smooth arms, with his children looking at the expansive sea, with a quiet smile at the corner of his mouth.

Perhaps there are some things here that are particularly perfect that have not been dealt with, but they have done everything they need to do, and there will not be much regret even if they leave.

“Mother, are we leaving here and going back to where we were born?” Sugar opened her slippery eyes and looked at Ning Mengyao with curiosity.

“Yeah, that place isn't as wealthy as it is here, but it's the best place for us.” Mengyao turned her head to look at the sugar candy with a drowning smile on her face.

“Why?"

”Because Mother met your aunt and aunt there, and where she met your father, and then you met your brother, and there were so many familiar places, there was nothing there, so we wanted to go back, not stay.” Ning Mengyao was very patient in deciphering sugar candy.

Jomo twisted his head and thought, "That place is great, you'll love it when you get there.” He has nothing to be concerned about in this place. Ishimatsu will go with them. The Imperial Father Engine works with them. He can go anytime he wants. As for the rest of us, he thinks it doesn't matter because everything he cares about is around him.

“I want to go back and see it. ”

A pedestrian stayed outside for two days before returning, but when he returned, he met a wretched spiritual father. He looked at Jomo with sadness and hatred, but that hatred was obviously not towards Jomo.

“Brother…”

“I'm not your brother. ”

Ling Fu chuckled and then laughed: “Admittedly or not, in my heart you are my brother, I have no idea what you said. I always thought there was a misunderstanding, but after I went back, I realized that this was not a misunderstanding at all. I think the best parents are doing that kind of hurtful and unbelievable thing. Brother, you don't want to admit me, believe me, that's what I should do. ”

When he heard Jomo say those things, he thought that someone had done it intentionally and then blamed his parents, but then he went back and found out that he was so naive, that they really did those things, and their reason was very simple, just because the spirits blocked his way, and they were able to pry into other people's hearts, and they were worried that he would find out when the dirt inside them, so they simply killed people and pretended to be an accident, and in fact, they tortured their brother.

Thinking about what my brother has been through, he hates and hates me. How can they do it? Brother is that good.

Jomo was as quiet as listening to other people's affairs. He didn't make any comments, just a faint opening after Ling Fu said: “I'm not a hearse, I'm Jomo Fu, and I'm leaving here with my parents and brothers and sisters. Go back to our house, and you'll think I'm really dead. ”

“How can that be? ”

“Why not? Lingfu, you are no longer a child, you should know why I do this. Lingfu is nice to me. I don't deny that, but what is their purpose, after all the things that have happened, you don't understand?” Jomo spoke faintly.