The General’s Little Peasant Wife

If she did not do such a thing, is it still possible to enjoy such warmth and happiness in the last days?

Just now, the relationship between Jomo Mo Feng and Feng Qi, she all looked in the eyes, she saw it, the relationship between the two is very good now, there is no original barrier.

Thinking about it, the thought of longevity in my heart disappeared at this moment, and I got a long life, but in the end it was really worth it.

And my own lover who doesn’t know where it is...

Thinking of the man, the unsettled face with obvious loss, huh, huh, spent so long to help the woman to do things, but the last thing I got was this kind of end, I felt unwilling.

However, for Feng Yu... The unfinished heart is extremely complicated. Does she really care about this man? If you don't care... think of those things, the self-deprecating face is not falling.

Regret, desperation filled the unfinished body, and finally closed his eyes and gradually lost his voice.

Seeing this scene, there is no extra accident in Nanyu. After all, the death period is not in the past few days.

When Feng Xiao knew that he had not died, there was no extra expression on his face. After he had done such a thing to his son, it was not his lover in his heart.

Jomo Mapan stretched his hand in the arms of the phoenix, with fear in his eyes.

"Oh, nothing, it is you, the wound on your face, you must not forget to wipe the ointment that your grandfather gave you." Feng Wei felt the worry of the child around him, gently shook his head, then looked at him and said.

"I know." He didn't want to turn himself into a ugly one. His three younger siblings were handsome and beautiful. If they had a ugly brother, this would be a shame to them. He wouldn't do such a thing. do.

When the two went back, Ning Mengyao was looking at the two children in the car, while Jomo Mou was kneeling beside the car, playing with the rattle in his hand.

Now that the child has been there for more than two months, and the time to wake up is a little longer, it is the most happy for Jomo, because he can play with his younger siblings.

"Mother and sister are so cute, I like my sister very much." Jomo's eyes glanced at the sugar, and he was not drooling.

"The peas are the same as the sugar sugar. How do you like sugar and sugar? I don't like peas." Ning Mengyao looked at Jomo Mou, laughing and laughing.

"I also like peas, but peas always like to sleep, I teased him to play, he looked at me and closed his eyes." For this younger brother, Jomo Moss said that he was very worried.

When I am teasing my sister, she can laugh at herself and tease her brother to play. It feels like she is an idiot, and she is also dismissed by others.

Ning Mengyao listened to Joe Moo’s words and couldn’t help but laugh, this little thing.

However, compared with the younger daughter, the second son really likes to sleep. No matter who teases him, he looks calmly and then closes his eyes, as if they are all neurotic.

After a long time, no one will disturb the peas to sleep, but often teasing sugar, but I don’t know if it’s because the hearts of the twins have a heart. After each pea is asleep, how long will the sugar sugar last? Close your eyes and fall asleep until the beans are awake.

"Mother sugar is sleeping again." Jomo looked at his sister and closed the good-looking eyes, and suddenly felt so depressed.

Every time my brother slept, his sister closed his eyes and ignored him. If he thought of this, he would be depressed. He thought that his brother had broken his sister, otherwise his sister would not treat him like this.

"They are still small, of course they like to sleep. You can sleep longer than they at that time." Almost all day, I slept, ate and slept, and woke up to eat, talking about their little monkey.

Jomothan is very innocent looking at Ning Mengyao. Was he like this before? Nothing.

"Would you like to ask if you know?" Ning Mengyao looked at Joe Moore with a funny smile.

"Mother, I went to play with my brother." Jomo Mapin, who had turned to the side, rushed over.