The General’s Little Peasant Wife

"If you do this, don't think too much. I will talk about it sooner or later. You are not a coffin now. You are Jomo, even if they have the skills to go all out, can you know that you are not dead?" Ning Mengyao said coldly.

"Mother, maybe they really don't know." Jomomo muttered and said.

Ning Mengyao really didn't want to see him look like he reached out and held his face, so that he was forced to look at himself. The expression on his face was also very serious: "Hey, you look at me, no matter whether those people know you or not. It’s not important to be alive. What’s important is that you are our son, the son I am with you. If they want to move you, they must first pass our consent. If we are there, no one will dare to move you. One."

Regardless of who she was, she only knew that Jormo is her son, her baby son.

Jomomo looked at Ning Mengyao and then smiled. The smile on his face was a little mad and some moved.

"Mother, I know."

Qiao Tianchang’s eyes narrowed his hand and pushed Jomo’s to the side: “If you know, go back to sleep, right, and stay away from your mother.”

"..." Jomomo looked at Joe Tianchang silently into the vinegar jar.

"I am eight years old now."

"Psychological age is twenty-three years old." Qiao Tianchang retorted the cool back.

Jomothan was stunned and couldn't speak. Why didn't he know that he was still such a vinegar jar?

"Jealous old man."

Qiao Tianchang raised his eyebrows and looked at Jomo Mou with a smile: "Do you have opinions?"

"No." Jomothan hurriedly shook his head. He still didn't want to do this kind of burying himself. After all, the old man in jealousy was completely unreasonable, and he still didn't say anything.

"Then go out."

Jomo sneaked a glance at Qiao Tianchang: "The possessiveness is so strong, I don't know how the mother can get you."

"When you have a lover, have a son, come and talk to me about this problem." He doesn't talk to the little boy.

Jomo blinked and twitched, this man is deliberate today, right?

Qiao Tianchang raised his eyebrows and glanced at Jomo, and the meaning was clear that he was deliberate.

It’s rare to see Jomo’s scene. Ning Mengyao held back his smile and then looked at the two men and said: “I went to sleep, and you two slowly contacted each other.”

"Yao Yao waits for me, I don't have time to contact him."

"I am sleepy, I don't want to contact him."

The father and son almost said this at the same time, and after seeing each other, they glanced at each other.

Ning Mengyao was unable to support the amount. Before it was still good, how suddenly it became the opposite of this battle.

After Joe Momo returned to the room, Ning Mengyao looked at Qiao Tianchang, with a smile on his face: "What are you doing?"

"Nothing, let's go to sleep." Qiao Tianchang walked to the bed and pressed the man to the bed.

After feeling that the person around him fell asleep, Qiao Tianchang opened his eyes. The reason why he just did it is to make Jomo.

Even if Jomothan had already told them everything, he must have been mentally prepared when he said it, although he said that he was very calm, but his clenched fist was betrayed. He, so he will talk to Jomo in this way, I hope he can dispel his concerns and concerns.

Regardless of whether he used to be with him, for him, now he is Jomo, who is the baby son of Ning Mengyao.

Jomomo returned to the room, his face gradually fell to the ground, reaching out to touch his chest, and the dazzling smile once again showed up. Suddenly he felt that it was not so terrible.

And he seems to be grateful to those people. If not, how can he have such an opportunity? How can there be opportunities to get such feelings?

Just thinking of Ning Mengyao's name to him, suddenly felt that the little name he had always disliked, but with full of love.