The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Joe Mo Feng glanced at Zhao Mingyu and glanced at the tea, which had become particularly shy: “Son... talk about it later. ”

He hasn't had enough fun yet, what a child, a burden.

Fortunately, Ning Mengyao doesn't know what Jomo Feng is thinking, otherwise he has to be slapped.

Ning Mengyao looked at this, naturally, a shy one, couldn't help but laugh: “Now where to go with it, child, wait for tea after the age of eighteen. ”

“Mother, you really know me.” Jomo Maple giggled.

Ning Mengyaobai glanced at Jomo Feng: “Who cares about you? ”

Tea tea that blush can't wait to drill the ground hole, but Jomo Maple is still there to keep talking, suddenly angry.

“You don't talk, nobody thinks you're dumb.” Tea and tea say in disgrace.

Jomo Maple shrugged: “Well, I'm done, okay? ”

The corner of the tea mouth twitched slightly, looked at Jomo Feng very silently, and walked to Ning Mengyao: “Mother, look at him. ”

“You guys are good, I'm actually happy.” Ning Mengyao looked at the two men and said seriously.

Tea is instantly silent, how can my mother kiss like this?

“Mother, what are you doing? ”

“Ha ha. What's wrong with me? I don't think I did anything, did I?” Ning Mengyao looked at the tea with a smile and said helplessly.

“My mother followed him and bullied me.” Tea is a grievance, "he said.

Ning Mengyaoha smiled: “I dare not bully you. What if Maple and I are in a hurry? ”

Jomo Feng looked at Ning Mengyao with no anger: "Mother, speaking of this, who is more than my father? ”

“Maple, do you have a problem with me?” I didn't know when to walk in, and I heard a lot of Joe Tian looking at Joe Mo Feng and asking.

Jomo Maple shot himself in the forehead: "Dad, I didn't say anything. ”

“Really?”

“Mm-hmm.” Joe Mofeng nodded in a hurry, saying that the best relationship, the most affectionate wife, belonged to their father, the worst, they couldn't compare.

Joe Tian glanced at Joe Mo Feng, looking at the claw he had placed on Ning Mengyao: “Don't you want your hands? ”

“...” Joe Mo Feng looked at Joe Tianjin depressingly, so that's why he didn't want a child even if he was married.

If it's okay to have a daughter, if it's okay to have a son, why not be pissed off?

“So I definitely don't want kids right now.” Jomo spoke very seriously.

Zhao Min stood still and laughed out: “Ha ha, Joe Mo Feng, you are so funny because of this.” Zhao Mingyu couldn't help laughing, he really looked a bit like a madman.

Joe Mo Feng glanced at Zhao Mingyu in disdain: "When you get married, come back to me after you have a son. ”

“…” Joe Tian suddenly thought that sounded familiar, as if he had said it before.

“You don't have a son, you're not even married. ”

When he looked at Zhao Mingyu with contempt, Qiao Mo Feng shouted: “I've been following my mother since I was 11 years old. It's been eight or nine years now. My father told me what it was like to be with Zhao and the beans, and I remember them all. ”

Many times Joe Tianjin doesn't like that they are too close to Ning Mengyao unless something happens to them.

Like him, Joe Tianjin would only acquiesce in Ning Mengyao's approach if his emotions went wrong many times, unless he wanted to die.

Zhao Mingwooden was choked, and he saw a lot of things like that.

“I pity you. ”

Qiao Tian glanced at Zhao Mingyu: “Mingyu, are you trying to tell me that I mistreated them? ”

Zhao Mingyu's body suddenly became stiff and then said with an embarrassing smile: “How... how? Uncle Joe, you must have heard wrong. ”

Zhao Mingyu wanted to die with all his heart. He was all talking about mess, and even if he wanted to say it, he had to wait until no one was here. He was talking in front of people like this, and he was caught. It was embarrassing, okay?