The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Fengshui glanced at Joe Tian: “I don't know about this either, I really can't help the children, so I want you to help me. ”

He took care of the child, but... it didn't work so well, but it made him very headache.

Just this time Joe Mo Feng got married, he wanted to take the opportunity to find Joe Tianjin and see if they could help.

Joe Tian glanced despisingly at the wind: “I don't know, don't you even know if it's your son? ”

“It's not that I don't know, I just don't want to pursue it, and you know why.” Fengshuang looked forward with a frown and said.

Joe Tian glanced at him and said, "Let's go, we're going back. ”

The wind on the side wrinkled his eyebrows and glanced at the wind. His uncle wanted to send the child here? Don't you want the kid?

No matter what the wind thinks, Astronomy treats them as if they didn't see the same.

After arriving at the General's Palace, because of the previous events, several children had no good look at the wind, even the wind master received the involvement, and they ignored the wind master.

I preferred to look at my son like this, and the expression on his face was helpless.

“Little monkeys, I can't help their character.” Ning Mengyao said helplessly.

“It's okay.”

In the Imperial Engine room, Jomo looked at the awoken Imperial Engine color very ugly: “I'm fine, I'm just careless...”

“Leave what you have in your hands to your heart to do, you stay here for two years, your martial arts are so bad, you actually get hurt like this.” Jomo was really angry this time, intending to let the Imperial Engine stay with them for a while to train, save time to go back and be bullied.

The Imperial Engine looked at Jomo with some headaches: "I get it. ”

After this one, he also felt that his martial arts really sucked, but it would be better if he followed them for a while.

Look at Jomo's hands.

“I'll stay too. My dad and my brother are over at my house. I'm fine.” Zhao Mingyu frowned.

“Okay.”

When Ning Mengyao knew that Wang Fu and Zhao Mingyu were both staying to train with Jomo, he first stunned and then had a very headache. What is all this?

Fengshuang looked at Ning Mengyao: “Yao, since you are going to teach these children, why don't you join this one in my hand? I don't want this child to be ruined in my hand. ”

Ning Mengyao frowned and looked at the masterful: “Is this child important? ”

“Kind of. ”

Ning Mengyao frowned for a long time and wondered if he would agree.

“Throw it with them. ”

“Tianjin is only three years old. ”

“Three years younger? He started practicing martial arts when he was just over a year old. Mu Shihong began practicing martial arts when he was three years old and Yusheng was two and a half years old.” Joe Tian said in a cold and smooth way.

What's wrong with a three-year-old? Isn't that amazing?

Fengshuang choked on Joe Tianjin: “Tianjin, I don't think I messed with you, do I? ”

Joe Tian took a cool look at the wind: “Yes, it didn't bother me, we can help you teach the child, but there is one thing you need to know, we won't put all our time on the child, we have our own business to do. ”

Feng Shuang thought about it and knew that they had a lot to do now, so he nodded and agreed: “Now that I've given you people, what are you going to teach them and do it yourself? ”

The wind frowned even more: “Uncle, he's small, and those people won't...”

“Not what? I decided that it wasn't their turn to say no.” Cold and cold, he said.

The wind opened its mouth and its eyes were full of helplessness: “But..."

“Well, don't talk too much.” Fengshuang interrupted the wind, coldly said.

The wind wrinkled his eyebrows and eventually could only remain silent. From the look on his face, the wind knew very well that if he continued to say this, it would certainly cause discontent.

“Looks like the kid didn't have a simple identity. ”

“I really don't know how to explain this to you, but when you see people, you'll know. ”