The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Now think about it as if he didn't. Every time Sung Er wants to talk to him, he just listens to him and says a few words, and slowly Sung Er doesn't seem to want to talk to him about it.

Whenever something happens, they go to Tianjin, or Yao 'er. They seem to know their son better than they know Jolyn, know what he likes, know what he doesn't like, and know what's unhappy in his heart. Compared to them, they really look like an incompetent father.

The royal wind began to reflect on what he had done for his son over the years, as if he had thrown it all at Mr. and Mrs. Joe Tianchan except for something he had to do, just because they educated their children well.

He reached out and rubbed his eyebrows, and he seemed to miss a lot.

Qiao Tianjing saw that the wind did not follow, and turned around and saw him looking at himself with a complicated look. Such a look was actually very familiar to Qiao Tianjing.

“Think about what Sheng 'er was like in the beginning, and think about you now.” Joe Tianjin just said one word and left with the beans.

Doudou looked at Joe Tianjin confused: "Dad, what did you tell your uncle? I don't understand. ”

“Beans are small now, don't need to understand what we're talking about.” These are grown-up things, all he has to do is do his thing.

The royal wind stunned for a moment, thinking of Merolyn when she was just pregnant, and thinking about the child when she was just born, his happiness, and his uncertainty. Thinking about it now, suddenly the royal wind seemed to understand.

Turning back to the barracks, he should get along well with his own son.

Yousheng followed Jomo to their side and looked at them from time to time. When Jomo did not speak, they stood and watched the play. They had no intention of doing it.

“Brother, can we just do this?” Yousheng looked at Jomo very curiously and asked.

“Well, let's go.” Jomo nodded, and they've asked the important people here to recognize them. As for the others, it doesn't matter, they're not looking for the unimportant ones.

Ishimatsu looked at Jomo coming in from the outside with a big smile on his face: "Great, you're finally here. How's it going? Did you have a good time?” Ishimatsu has said something.

Jomo glanced at Ishimatsu: "Looks like you're having a great time here. ”

Ishimatsu stunned and couldn't help laughing: “Of course, this place is the best place for me to live. ”

Until now, he still chased Jomo, if it wasn't for him, there wouldn't be him today. Sometimes he wondered if God had arranged for him to meet the Jomo family, and then had a master and mother, and a lovely little brother.

“Little brother, are you tired too?” Ishimatsu looked at Yusheng and asked.

Yusheng shook his head: “I'm not tired. ”

“Master Sung is here.” Ishimatsu suddenly looked not far away and said.

Yousheng looked back at the royal wind and frowned slightly: “I see. ”

Jomo looked at Yusheng and said, "What are you doing? Didn't you always want to talk to your uncle about Bao-chai? ”

“What's there to say? He doesn't want to know.” Yousheng lowered his eyes and said, "There is a loss in his heart that cannot be said.

It used to be the same, he learned what he wanted most to tell his father, but he didn't seem so eager to hear it, and slowly he stopped saying it.