The General’s Little Peasant Wife

When Shi Songyi went to Fujian and Taiwan, he ran over to find Jomo Mou. He looked at Qomo Mou with suspiciousness. How did he feel that he had not seen this day? He seemed to have changed like a person?

"Is it true that you were gone back yesterday by your uncle?" Shi Song asked indefinitely.

He had such experience. When his mother was still there, he was angry with her, and he was picked up by his dad. He still remembers it now, it’s too much memory. Still fresh, let him remember clearly now.

"No, why do you say that?" Jomo asked strangely. He hadn’t really played since he was young, even if he angered Joe Tian, ​​he didn’t do it.

Even if it was the same thing as yesterday, he insisted that he did not move him because he was hurting himself.

He knows that after they returned to the restaurant yesterday, when he was in the study, Joe Tianchang really wanted to do something to him, but he finally resisted and did nothing.

"Because I used to provoke my mother to be angry, I was stunned by me. Yesterday I felt that my aunt was very sad. I still wonder if you will be beaten when you go home." Shi Song said bluntly, just that, really. The good owe is flat, what is it like to be beaten? He wants to see himself so much?

"That is what you are looking for."

"Do not you think I did not hit you yesterday, so you are very proud." Said Joe Chang suddenly gloomy days of opening.

Jomo looked at him and turned his head: "Mother, look at me, that big man, and bully me a child."

"..." This is Joe Tianchang.

"..." Ning Mengyao is especially horrified except for speechlessness. Is this really her cool son? Did she make a mistake?

Shi Song made a very classic movement and directly reached out to touch Joe Mo's forehead.

"What are you doing?" Reaching out and rubbing his hand on his forehead, Jomo asked with a grin.

"Nothing, just want to see if you have a fever." Shi Song said seriously.

"You have a fever."

After saying this, Jomothan’s body suddenly became very stiff and his face turned pale. Qiao Tianchang saw him like this. He reached out and took him into his arms and reached out and touched his forehead: What's wrong? Where is it uncomfortable?"

"They are there."

Qiao Tianchang blinked around and looked around. In a corner, he saw a few people dressed in white. The momentum of the body broke out instantly and flew toward the place. Ning Mengyao saw his son actually have an accident. Like Joe Tianchang, at the same time.

The powerful pressure made a **** spurt of the person who had previously shot Jomo.

The other hand reached for his chest and his face was pale: "I have a master."

"Looking for someone?"

"No, we made a mistake." The injured man shook his head.

"How can this be, isn't it sure that it will appear here? Is that child?"

"What is the character of Lingbi? You don't know? If you really count that he is in his twenties, then the child is a little bigger, even if he really becomes like that, according to his character, he will be willing to be a man. Is it in your arms? Or is it like treating a child, do you think he can stand it?" The other person, like the person around him, said with no anger.

"You are right, maybe we made a mistake." The man was silent for a while, then said.

At the same time as the two men spoke, a cold voice came over: "Go private to my son, don't blame me for being polite to you."

The two people who heard the sound vomited blood at the same time, but they actually wounded them like this through the sound. How powerful is that person?

"What the **** is that? Is it so powerful?"

"No matter who is not what we can provoke." This kind of skill, only their ancestors can fight with one, they are not opponents at all, maybe there is one person, dark is the coffin, after all, the coffin eight years ago It’s already so powerful.

"Maybe you are right, we still haven't asked about this, and we don't know what to pretend."