The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Mr. and Mrs. Qiao Tianchan and Xiao Qitian guarded the flight. As long as he didn't do anything harmful, it doesn't matter if he walked around in Xiao country or even other places. He was talking about Fengshuo or his uncle. He was also good to him. He was arrogant in Fengguo. What could he do if he was windy?

“You…”

“Tombo Sai's pavilion is headed by my mother. General Zhen Guo of Xiao Guo is my father. The emperor of Xiao Guo is my third uncle. The emperor of Feng Guo is my uncle. What can you do with me?” He doesn't like to push people with identities, but since some people like to use identities, he can use them.

Doesn't the wind feel like it's hard to lean on the mountain? By the mountain who didn't, any one of his family came out to crush the wind to death, really because of how powerful he is, it's disgraceful.

The wind suddenly changed. Although he was also his uncle, from his attitude towards Jomo, if there was a conflict between the two, he would definitely not be on his side, but he must be on Jomo's side, right?

“Windy, this is my home. I can be arrogant, arrogant. Do you care? And I'm telling you, if you don't like it, you don't.” Jomo stared at the stall and said helplessly, while saying it and using me just to look at the wind for your sake.

Ning Mengyao and his wife saw this scene, they almost didn't cover their faces directly. Since when did their son learn to bully people?

It's not that much to borrow, but it's interesting.

“So this is how General Joe's house treats guests and threatens them in his own home.” The wind didn't know what was going on. When I heard Jomo say something like that, the expression on Jomo's face didn't look good, and said something that would make Jomo angry for a minute.

I was just going to make fun of Jomo, his face became so gloomy, his eyes were filled with cold blood.

“My general's hospitality is very good, but what kind of guest needs to be used, otherwise what can this man do to our family, right?” Jomo sarcastically said.

What else did the wind want to say? I saw Joe Tianchang standing there with Ning Mengyao, watching them calmly, not knowing when they arrived and how much I heard.

I wanted to talk to the wind, but I didn't say anything at the end. I just looked behind them and looked at the confused bricks and saw Ning Mengyao and Joe Tian unknowingly stood there for a long time.

“Are you looking for Uncle Feng Shu?” Jomo asked hastily.

Mengyao looked at her son and frowned slightly: “Monkey, I think we need to talk. ”

“Mother, I didn't provoke you first.” Jomo stood up and said he was innocent.

Ning Mengyao walked to Jomo's side and reached out and poked him in the head. His eyebrows wrinkled tightly: “You, do nothing. ”

“I didn't, he asked for it himself.” Jomo rubbed his forehead and straightened it out.

Ning Mengyao's hand stiffened a little: “Don't give your brother any trouble, you know? ”

Jomo flattened his mouth: “I didn't. ”

“Well, the little monkey is good, how could he do something like that?” Ning Mengyao said as if he was trying to impress a child.

Jomo's face was all black: "Mother, I'm not sugar. Don't talk to me like that. ”

This tone gives him a visual sense of who he is as a child.

Ning Mengyao stunned and then laughed haha: “I think this is interesting. ”

“I don't think it's funny, Dad. You don't give a shit about my mother. If you have anything to do, come and bully me with sugar beans.” He knew that Ning Mengyao's favorite thing was to make fun of them.

Joe Tian glanced at Joe Mo Mo: “Your mother is honored to bully you. Take your time to get bullied. I don't mind. ”

Jomo dropped the next row of black lines on his forehead and said depressingly, "You don't mind if we do. ”