The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Smell Yu shook his head grinningly: “I know I'm doing too much in your eyes, but I'm also doing it for the sake of Xiao San. ”

Ning Mengyao's least favorite excuse is to think the other party is good. Perhaps Smell Woo is really to smell good, but why doesn't he try to hurt Smell Woo at the same time?

“Uncle, I know you must be after Sandy, but have you thought about what he thinks? You took everything for him, but you didn't tell him anything. He's 20 years old and can take all the responsibility, but you raised him like a greenhouse. Do you think that's a good idea for Little Three?” Ning Mengyao knew he was a little rude to say that.

It's just him, she thinks, that Wenyu has gone into a misunderstanding, that Wenyu is his son and must be under his wings, but he never thought that he could really cover the rain for Wenyu forever.

“Little Third is just fine.” Smell Woo said silently for a moment.

Ning Mengyao looked at Smell Woo and still looked reluctant to say it, his eyebrows wrinkled: “Good? We're here just in time. Have you ever wondered how you'd let Sansan get along if we weren't here in time, if you and your aunt, and if you smelled something wrong with them? You tell him, at least let him have a psychological preparation, and if the lecture doesn't sound good, uncle, how long will you last for Sansan? ”

Smell Yu's face changed and he didn't speak in silence. He didn't say anything, but he had no intention of not saying anything. She looked at Yun Yu and said seriously: “Uncle Xiao San is 20 years old, but have you really let him do something alone? No, he's like a noble golden bird, raised in a gorgeous cage, eating your food every day, but what if it wasn't for you? How do you expect a noble golden bird like him to survive? ”

Sniffing Yu's hands tightly grabbed the quilt in front of him, his eyebrows were also dead and wrinkled, seemed to be thinking about Ning Mengyao's words.

“Dad, you may not know that sister-in-law is also a person with children. She is not with Brother Joe's three children. She is eight or nine years old and two are only six or seven years old. They all went outside to study.” Yu Min suddenly said.

Weiyu looked up at Ning Mengyao and frowned slightly. Don't they want children?

“I also have a heart for loving children, but my uncle and children don't want to be surrounded in the name of love, they don't want us to arrange everything for them, they want a sky that grows on its own, and they go through what they deserve, I still say that, how long can you help Xiao San carry it? Can't you? If not, let him go, so he can take care of himself and live better.” Ning Mengyao saw that Yu didn't speak and her eyebrows wrinkled tightly. She still didn't know what Yu really meant.

Wenyu has never spoken, just silently thinking about what Ning Mengyao said. He is almost 50 years old today, and half of his body has stepped into the coffin. What if he dies?

“Perhaps you're right, I really pulled Little Three Tubes too hard, not only because they were tough, but also because they deprived him of a lot of power. He never liked home, he always wanted to go out, maybe because we gave him too much love, and if it wasn't for you, I probably wouldn't realize the day I died.” Sniffing Woo smiled and said.

Yu Min didn't say anything, just stay quiet, he has been thinking about this since just now, should the child really protect his hand?

But look at the sister-in-law's three children, a son, they're out of parental control, and they're better off.

They have ideas, they have ideas, they have dreams, everything they dare not think about.

“So, Uncle, what exactly is the reason you're protecting Sandy like this?” Ning Mengyao looked at Wenyu like a torch and asked very seriously.

“...” Yu Min father and son looked at Ning Mengyao silently. How did that serious scene just now suddenly turn into this?

Isn't there another topic that's already shifted? Why turn around and come back.