The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Joe Tianjin looked at Jiang Shadow, who dared to fight his son and still distracted him, and couldn't help but squeal: “Jiang Shadow, you still haven't changed your illness, watch out for your face. ”

That's what I just said. Jomo kicked over and kicked Jiang Ying's face.

When Jiang Shanton was kicked, he was on fire and stared at Jomo. “You bastard, don't you know how to hit a man in the face? ”

Jomo glanced at Jiang Ying in disdain: "Do you have a face like this? You haven't washed your face in over a decade? ”

“Ha ha ha, Pu 'er said you were right. Not only has this guy not washed his face in 10 years, she hasn't bathed in 10 years.” Ryan laughed.

Being locked up in a place like this, it's okay if you're not crazy, and you want to take a bath in your face, which is more or less a dream.

Jomo suddenly got stiff and turned to look at Jiang Ying: “You really haven't bathed in 10 years? ”

Joe Tian couldn't help but look at his own son, who knew that he was a bit of a cleanliness addict.

“You got a problem with that?” Jiang Yingxiang looked at Jomo black and chewed his teeth and asked.

Jomo, look at Jiang Ying. Looking at his hands, it feels like all this goose bumps are coming up. I don't suppose this guy has lice kind of creature?

“The door opens.” Jomo lowered his voice.

When they were strange, Qiao Tianchang opened the door, and at the same time threw the key to Qiao Mo, who was reluctant to open the chains on his limbs. Before Jiangying had reacted, Qiao Mo dragged him out and threw him directly into the moat after going to the city wall.

“…” followed the surrounding Ryan and they suddenly looked stupid, what is this situation?

“You son of a bitch, what do you want?” Jiang Ying looked angrily at Jomo in the water and said angrily.

Jomo flew down and stepped on his head, stepping directly into the water.

“Don't come up here without cleaning. ”

The people on the sidelines heard Jomo's words and laughed. Their young master was too funny, but looking at an eight-year-old child, he disliked the filth of a man in his dozens of years. How does that feel? How can it be uncomfortable?

Jiang Ying heard the itching of his Qi teeth and reached out and would step on his Jomo Qi and drag him into the water.

Jomo snorted coldly, diving against him? Did he compete?

When they're on the west coast, they have a swimming pool at home, and when it's okay, they run into the ocean, and it helps, compared to him, hum, see how he cleans people up.

Jiang Ying thought that this child would definitely not swim, who knew that when he got into the water, it was slippery than mud and could not be caught.

Joe Tian looked at Jomo in the water with no worries at all. It turns out that Jomo had jumped out of the water when he was looking for someone. He stepped heavily on Jiangshadow's head and stepped on the water again. Jomo's feet successively produced a lot of blisters, grunting.

“I told you not to come out unless you wash yourself. ”

Jiang Ying is dying of anger. Where does this kid get so much flexibility, he can't catch it at all.

What he didn't know was how much Jomo had suffered and how many injuries he had suffered in order to practice hiding. If that hadn't worked out, he could have just gone back to the furnace and rebuilt it.

After nearly a moment of tossing in the water, Jomo fell to Joe Tianjin's side, ignoring the water beads, and watching the water finally emerge.

“Finally. ”

Jiang Yingfeng's face got darker. Why did he meet this dead boy? He seemed to meet Kexing. What do you mean he could finally see it?

“Jiang Ying got this look from a kid, you're amazing.” Ryan lay down on the wall, not afraid to fuel the fire of death.

“Ryan? ”

“Long time no see.” Ryan said with a smile.

“Bring people back, baby, let's go back, you go back and change. ”

“I've always wanted to change, who knows if he had that kind of lice.” Jomo muttered.

This caused the shadow that had just come out of the water to fall again.

“Jomo...”

“Why is it so loud? Who's got a louder voice?” Jomo was impatient, "said Jomo.“ If you don't take a bath for ten years, who knows if you will? ”

“You... I... Jomo, I'm not done with you.” Jiangyin roared in the water.

When Jomo came home, he went to look for Ning Mengyao: "Mom, I want the smelly bather. ”