The General’s Little Peasant Wife

"Yes, that's what it means, he is accumulating, waiting for the moment to capture the prey." Feng Xiao nodded, with Jomo Mapan to go to this place is still a relatively fun place.

Jomo Maple nodded and said that he had already understood, and that made Feng Xiao a little funny.

"You are good at now, but the experience is still very shallow. Many things can't see the essence, so they will be confused by the appearance of people. After you see a lot of people, you can understand what I mean. "My son is only fifteen or six years old, and he is a child. How can he expect him to have a good experience?" This still needs to be experienced.

Jomo Mapan reached out and touched his nose and smiled a little.

"Hey, don't worry, I know, then I will go to participate in more experience." Jomo Feng said with a bright eyes.

This kind of thing, he has done a lot in these years, but it seems that it is not enough.

Feng Xiao is helpless. If he can, he really doesn't want his son to be so desperate. It's just like what Joe Tian Chang said. Children have the ability to be independent. They can only guide, but they can't interfere too much. This is for children. It is very unfair to say.

"Well, you are happy."

"Thank you." Jomo Maple sneaked, then smiled happily.

He thought that he would not agree.

"Tianchang and Mengyao will come over soon." Feng Xiao suddenly said.

Jomo Mapin showed a cold, then his eyes began to shine, and looking at Jomo Mapin was so a bit like that.

"I am a little envious of seeing you like this." Feng Xiao said a little depressed.

"why?"

"Every time you leave, you can see that the eyes are shining, how can I not see you when I saw it?" The heart of Feng Xiao is sour, is this the son of his own family? ? This is not at all okay? How could his son do this to him? It must be his illusion.

Jomofeng looked at the sly of a treasure without a word, and was speechless in an instant.

"Hey, are you still eating my vinegar?"

"Well, you are better than them." Feng Xiaoyan looked at Jomo Feng, so that the people behind him almost laughed.

Is this their unspeakable master? Why do they feel that they are dreaming every time they are in front of the young master? Especially when talking about Qiao Tianchang, the grievances and the unhappy faces, they really have the feeling of goose bumps.

Qiao Mofeng wants to explain, but when I see Feng Xi that way, I finally think about it, or forget it. The more I explain it, the more problems I have, the more she should not explain.

Seeing that Jomo Feng did not pay attention to him, the expression on Feng Yan’s face was even more sorrowful. The face of Jomo Feng was dark and black.

"Do you pay attention to your image? Are you still shameless? You don't want to face me." Jomofeng called an anger, and he stunned and looked at him. This person was awkward and troubled him. Look at the place into it?

"I have no image in front of you." Feng Yu spread his hand and then added: "What do I want to do in front of you?"

When Jomo Maple started, I didn't think there was anything wrong with it. But the more I thought it was, the more weird it was. How could it be so easy to misunderstand?

"What are you talking about?" Jomo's face was dark, and he looked at Feng Xiao, and his eyes were exactly the same as the eye knife.

"People's words." Feng Wei's straightforward opening.

However, if this is justified, it makes Jomo Mapan feel that he really likes to smoke this person. Is this still an old man of decades? Why does he feel that they are as small as Peas? When you are fine, you still need to be embarrassed.

"What is your son's expression?"

"You are already an old man of a few decades old, not a child, don't spoil in front of me, don't know if it's shameful to sell?" Jomo Feng looked at Feng Xiao.

Old man? Still an old man of decades? Feng Xiao suddenly felt that he had been deeply hit by his son.

A few people behind me, laughing but not laughing, a few people are blushing and thick neck, but from the appearance of their master, it is really impossible to see an old man with a teenage son.