The General’s Little Peasant Wife

As long as Zhao Mingyu is willing to help her, she believes that she will be able to get Jomo Maple. She can see it these days. Jomogene is a big man of a big family. She only saw the clothes in her clothes. There are thousands of ordinary clothes in it. Although she can buy such a price, she can't buy all the clothes.

But Jomo Maple is different. All his clothes are all the clothes of the Nishang Pavilion, or the styles that I have never seen before. It is obviously customized.

She must become the wife of Jomofeng, so that she can live the life of the people without even Zhao.

Zhao Mingyu looked up and down Zhao Xinxin, with irony in his eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Zhao Mingyu's eyes looked very uncomfortable, and Zhao Xinxin asked with some dissatisfaction.

"Zhao Xinxin, why should I help you?" Zhao Mingyu said with his hands around his chest, very casual.

"You are my brother, what have you helped me? As long as I can marry him, it will definitely be useful to you." Zhao Xin said of course.

"Even if you don't marry Mo Feng, I get what I want, so such a stock is useless to me." In terms of her character, what she wants from her hand, it is simply Biden. It’s still hard, and Zhao Xinxin is not the kind of person who knows how to report. It’s not good to break the bridge at the end.

Zhao Xinxin looked at Zhao Mingyu angrily and said with anger: "Zhao Mingyu, I must go back to you this time, and punish you with heavy punishment, let him drive you out."

"Yes? You really have to do it, then I really thank you." Zhao Mingyu said nothing at all.

These days he learned a lot from Joe Tianchang's husband and wife, even if he could survive without the help of Zhao's family, not to mention Mo Feng is willing to help him.

"you……"

"If you have nothing, just give me a little farther. I will be annoyed when I look at you." Zhao Mingyu said impatiently.

Zhao Xinxin did not expect Zhao Mingyu to dare to talk to himself like this, and ran to his own carriage.

When they passed by the sugar sugar, they saw that the sugar sugar inadvertently took a step back. Zhao Xinxin hit it up and slammed the sugar sugar on the ground. The sugar was lying on the ground, then wowed. I cried.

The crying of sugar sugar attracted the attention of Ning Mengyao and Qiao Tianchang. The two had seen sugar in the arms of Jomo's arms twitching in the past, and they looked like they were wronged.

"How is this going?"

"Mother kissed me and Peas and my brother was playing here. She came to hit me and knocked me down on the ground." Sugar sugar whimpered, there was some dirt on his face, and some looked like Scratches that were caught.

Ning Mengyao's expression became very ugly. He reached out and held the sugar candy in his arms. He suddenly smelled the **** smell and reached out to pull up the sleeves of sugar candy. There are several belts on the arm of sugar candy. The wound of blood, watching the wound is still quite deep, has been bleeding.

Zhao Mingyu’s anger is almost rude, what is this woman going on? Why are you so embarrassed, sugar can not let it be there when she sees it? The man was knocked down.

"Mother's pain." Sugar sugar flat mouth, eyes full of tears, looking at the wound on his arm, grievances can't.

"Mother, I have ointment here. You can treat the wound with sugar sugar. I will give it to me." Jomo Feng said calmly.

Looking at Zhao Xinxin, Ning Mengyao nodded: "Okay, then give it to you."

"What do you want to do with Zhao Xinxin? My sister is only five years old."

"I didn't have her own hit." When Zhao Xinxin saw the wound on the sugar-sugar arm, he knew that he was finished. Now he saw Jomofeng's wish to himself, and he was wronged, obviously she did nothing. Why did it become her fault?

"My sister ran into it myself? My sister is facing you, not seeing you, is your eyes also decorated?"