The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Yuanbao was silent for a long time. He looked at the lemon in silence and asked: “I asked first, but you said it first. ”

Ning Mengyao suddenly felt like beating this guy up, saving himself trouble here.

“Tianjing, I think I should throw Sansan into Tombo Ramadan for a few years.” Ningya, the outline reached out and touched her chin, counting.

Yuanbao frowned slightly: “What are you doing? ”

“Yuanbao, let me tell you, if my mother did send my uncle in for a few years, you might not see my uncle for a few years.” Jomo Feng, who looked after Yujing, said.

“Take him back first.” Yuanbao thought about it and turned around and left with the smell of Yujing.

Looking at Yuanbao's escaping shadow, Mengyao couldn't help laughing: “Tianchang, don't you think Yuanbao is particularly cute? ”

Yuanbao, who left the front, heard Ning Mengyao say he was cute, he almost fell to the ground with two shots in his foot.

Joe Tian stretched out his hand and patted Ning Mengyao's shoulder, indicating that she should stop teasing people.

“Okay, no more jokes with him, let's go.” Ning Mengyao's expression gradually converged. His face was cold and cold. Seeing Ning Mengyao like this, Jomo Feng shook his head helplessly. It seems that Xiao family really wanted to die on their own. Instead of going to their trouble, they sent themselves to the door.

He followed Yuanbao to the main city hall. By the time he arrived, the family was still there, and he had a terrifying five-and-a-half drink on the main city hall. You're very welcome.

Ning Mengyao looked at these people and was somewhat impatient: “Who are these people, Yuanbao? ”

“Nobody, you just sit around. I'll take Jing to rest.” Yuanbao didn't even look at the family, but after talking to Ning Mengyao, he went to the room with a smell of blood.

Ning Mengyao frowned and looked at the back of their departure. He frowned and said: "Maple, go see your uncle. ”

“I get it. ”

After Joe Mo Feng left, Ning Mengyao measured the city's main house: “Tian Chang Yuanbao, this place is not bad, do you think he will come back with us? ”

“Yes.”

Ning Mengyao couldn't help laughing, with a strong smile on his face: “You're right. ”

“Who are you? How do you know Brother Hee?” The woman beside him walked up to Ning Mengyao and asked.

Mengyao turned around and looked at the arrogant girl: “Are you asking me? ”

“Ask not who? ”

“How do I know him? What does that have to do with you?” Ning Mengyao looked at the girl in front and said freely.

“I'm his fiancée, and of course I deserve to ask.” The girl hummed and continued her arrogant remarks.

The tea in Mengyao's mouth sprayed out so fast, otherwise it would spit on the girl in front of her.

“What did you just say? You said he was your fiancé? I'll go, Tianjin Yuanbao. Is this a savvy meal for old cows to eat?” Even a little kid can go down there? It's hungry.

Yuanbao came from behind and heard Ning Mengyao say that he wanted the old cow to eat the grass, his face suddenly went dark.

“What are you talking about?” Yuanbao looked at Ning Mengyao with some dissatisfaction and said.

Ning Mengyao didn't think he was just saying a random word, and people appeared in front of him.

“You really can't say bad things behind people's backs, otherwise it's embarrassing to get caught.” Ning Mengyao said very seriously.

“Just so you know, she's full of shit. You believe that, too? ”