The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Xiao Zi has a very trance-like feeling. Such a powerful force, being put into Xiao's house, will also cause everyone to compete, but these people have no idea, what exactly do they think? Don't they care at all?

“Xiao Zihun, our four brothers and sisters can be said to have grown up in power, money, although we are not comparable, but the higher we are, the more we have enjoyed and had a lot of space since childhood, my parents gave us plenty of space to do what we like, I want to be next to Xiao Mu, for the purpose of being like, beans, he wants to be the first singer in the world, sugar sugar wants to be the first divine doctor, brother, his idea is simpler than ours, just to be with our sister-in-law, it's enough to live a happy and simple life, we want to be able to get by ourselves, we don't need to get good, we don't need to compete, we believe that one day we will go beyond our parents, this is what we are after.” Jomo said seriously.

Before, he thought about what he was going to do, and then he thought, all he had to do was go beyond his parents and stand higher and make them proud of themselves.

Ning Mengyao looked at Jomo, his mouth slightly hooked, and he was very satisfied with all these words.

“The little monkeys are right. Xiao Zihui's education from childhood is different from yours. The education they received from childhood is to do what they want, without having to do what they want. ”

Xiao Zi looked for Jomo to smile at them, he always knew Jomo to be very lucky, just didn't expect them to be lucky enough.

“Jomo, you guys are so lucky to have such enlightened parents.” Xiao Zihun whispered.

Jomo chooses the eyebrows: “Of course, I told you my parents are the best parents in the world. Who do you blame for that? ”

“I never said I didn't believe you. ”

“Xiao Zihun, you have now left Xiao's house. There is no need to continue thinking about Xiao's things. If you really have been thinking about something dark, then it makes no sense to leave Xiao's house.” Jomo said suddenly.

Doudou looked up at Xiao Zizhu: “Everyone is born different and cannot decide their own birth, so decide what they want to do in the future. ”

If you can't decide to be born, then decide what you want to do next?

“Doudou is right, your birth cannot be decided, but remember that you are not Xiao's puppet master now, you are just Xiao Zihun, you are yourself. If you can't do this, I think you should go back and continue to be a cow and horse with Xiao's family. Just when they have lost the war, they need you.” Jomo, look at this.

Xiao Zi looked at Qiao Mo Yi silently. He just asked. It didn't mean anything. Who said he was going back to Xiao's house?

“Looks like you guys are having a good time, so you can go and exchange your feelings. We have some business to do first.” Ning Mengyao dragged Joe Tian to prepare to leave.

Qiao Mo quickly blocked in front of both of them and looked very seriously at Qiao Tianjin: “Mom, I have to tell Dad something. ”

“I thought you were going to cultivate feelings with him.” Ning Mengyao frowned.

“Dad, you can't go with my mother. We're not done yet.” Jomo hastily blocked people, saying nothing out of the way.

“Come on, you two, talk slowly. I'm going out first.” Ning Mengyao shook his head with a laugh.

This kid is so careless. She's just messing with him. She's serious.

“Dad, you're getting younger and younger with my mother, and you can't see any signs of years on her face.” Seeing the back of Ning Mengyao's departure, Jomo whispered.

I looked at my son and said, "Is this not good? ”

“Well, of course, we have such a beautiful young mother who no one else envies.” Jomo said very sarcastically.

“Don't be poor, just say what you want.” Joe Tian looked at his son laughingly and said.

Jomo looked at Joe Tianjin curiously: “Dad, I just wanted to know why my mother was so interested in the Xiao family. ”

Looking down at his son, he said after a long time, "What you're going to do now doesn't seem to be asking me about your mother, but to take care of what's in your hand, okay? ”

“Dad, I'm just asking. ”