The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Joe Tian smiled, lowered his head and kissed her on the eyelid, and looked at her: "Let's go up. ”

“Okay.”

The royal wind was supposed to find Ning Mengyao. He watched the two hands come out with curiosity in his eyes: “Why do I think you guys are different? ”

“Tianjing remembered a few things, namely Baishan Village.” Ning Mengyao smiled.

The royal wind suddenly laughed. “I see. But Yao, you have to come with me. I need you to take care of something. ”

“What is it?”

“Here comes a dead boy, yelling to see you at the door.” The royal wind watched as Ning Mengyaoyang's mouth twitched slightly.

“So soon? ”

“You know what?”

“I'm afraid it's the friend Xiao Zihun is looking for, isn't it? Brother-in-law, we have fun.” Ning Mengyao smiled very strangely.

The royal wind looked at Ning Mengyao with no anger: “Look at you like this, you must be calculating something again. ”

“Isn't that what brother-in-law said? How can you say that about me?” Ning Mengyao looked at the royal wind dissatisfied and said.

The royal wind couldn't help but laugh: “Come on, Maple is entertaining the boy. ”

Ning Mengyao reached out and touched his chin and said with a smile: “I'll leave this matter to Feng. ”

The action in the royal wind stiffened a little and turned to look at Ning Mengyao: “Are you kidding me? ”

“Brother-in-law, do you think I'm joking? Let's go, let's go to the show.” He reached out and grabbed Joe Tianjin and left.

When they arrived at the door, they saw a teenager in a white robe staring at Jomo Maple.

Jomo Maple, like he didn't see anything, did what he had to do.

“Where's Mengyao? ”

Jomo Feng looked up at him and said, "Are you looking for my mother? ”

Wind winks: “Are you the Jomo Maple? ”

“You got a problem with that?” Jomo Feng looked at the man in front with a slight chill and said softly.

The wind corroded the young man in front of him, who was also wearing white clothes, and in his eyes, naturally he could see that the clothing materials on him were the best.

Jomo Feng looked at him like that when he saw the wind corrosion. He didn't mean to talk at all. He was impatient at once: “What's the matter with you? Just go away. I don't have that much time to waste here with you. ”

Fengshui glanced at Joe Mo Feng: “I'm not looking for you. I'm looking for your mother. I'm telling you, what do you little kids know? ”

Jomo Feng looked at the wind with a smile: “You seem smaller than me. ”

Phoenix choked, staring dead at Jomo Maple: "Capabilities are of all ages. ”

“Oh, really? ”

“Of course, you're just a young man born with a golden spoon. Know what?” The wind hummed and said impatiently.

Jomo Feng wrapped his hands around his chest and looked at the wind in front of him: “Can I understand your envy? Otherwise, why is it so sour? ”

“Who envies you? ”

“No envy, what are you looking at me with this envious look? You're right. I grew up with a gold spoon, but what? My father and my father-in-law had the skills, which I envy.” Jomo Maple looked with a smile on his face and said freely.

The people on the side heard Joe Mo Feng, almost didn't laugh out, it was too buried. They had never heard their master say such a thing, but now all of a sudden they hear him say such a thing, it's really a bit inappropriate.

Jomo Maple is not a person who likes to talk about his family, he is gentle and polite to people, he never sees such a tall person on him, but it is very relaxing.

The wind erosion looked at Jomo Maple with a very sad look. This man came to show off. The wind eroded the look as ugly as it could be. The look in Jomo Maple's eyes was just that he couldn't help but eat people.