The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Ning Mengyao looked at the loyal Qomothan, could not help but smile, reached out and rubbed his head: "You are my son, I don't believe you, who can believe?"

Her son, she is naturally unconditionally believed.

Qiao Tianchang did not speak, just looking at the warmth between the mother and the child, sugar and beans were also well-behaved on the side without speaking.

"Mother, you said that Big Brother is now with Zhao Mingyu. Is it happy to play?" Jomo Moore said very tangled.

He also wants to go, hey, look at this little body, I want to estimate that there is no possibility.

"Well, you don't have to envy your older brother. If you are a little bigger, let us go out by yourself."

"Keep your word?"

"Don't believe it? Then forget it." Qiao Tianchang interjected.

"I just ask, why are you so real?" Jomomo said without a good gas.

Qiao Tianchang squinted and looked at Jomo Momo: "Do not talk to idiots."

Is this still his son? It’s stupid to be like this, it’s just hopeless, is it good?

"Mother, do you see someone who is so awkward? How can you be so stunned?" Jomo Mou turned his head and rushed to Ning Mengyao to accuse Qiao Tianchang of the crime.

Qiao Tianchang's forehead's blue veins are straightforward, and the expression on his face is also very ugly. Is this guy intentional? I really started to complain when I found the opportunity.

"In fact, I also think that you listen to idiots. According to the truth, your psychological age is already twenty-three years old. How can you say such a thing?" Ning Mengyao looked up and down. Jomo Mou, his eyes are full of incredible thoughts.

Jomothan was inexplicably stunned: "I don't want to know too much, I can only have no distractions. To be honest, I rarely go to the street, I have secretly visited once, the final result. It is to see a lot of things that should not be seen."

Thinking of that experience, Jomo Mou shuddered.

He didn't bring anyone to sneak out to play, it was still nine years old, and then met a lot of people, some people killed people, some people live very miserable, and some people belong to that kind of heart Very vicious person.

At that time, all kinds of negative emotions were conveyed to his heart, and almost all of his spirits collapsed. In the end, he would not go out again.

Ning Mengyao frowns: "Is it so serious?"

"Well, at that time, I only met people. No matter where I met, I would 'see' all the experiences of the other party. After I almost collapsed my spirit twice, I never wanted to go out. The meaning is to do what you like at home, and it may be because of this, let me lose the opportunity to know people and humanity." Jomo Moss said quietly.

"What is the coffin today?"

"Who knows if his brain is a problem." When it comes to the coffin, Jomo's heart is a smoldering anger, his eyes are very gloomy, and he is obviously somewhat worried about his previous competition.

He knows that the coffin is testing him, but he has followed many people to practice martial arts. It is that there are many martial arts boxing methods that Qiao Tianchang and Ning Mengyao and Yu Feng have known, and then Feng Yu also I will give pointers from time to time, and the past habits have long since disappeared.

With a group of people who have fought a lot of battles, even if you have more problems, the time is long, all of them have been changed, because if you don’t change it means death, and after experiencing a life and death, you don’t want to He died once, especially now that he still has such a group of family members, so that he can't bear it and can't let it go.

Qiao Tianchang glanced at Jomo, and he said: "Maybe he is always looking for you, or he really likes you and treats you as a brother."

Jomo’s body was stiff, and then he laughed happily: “No matter what he thinks, this is not important. I have my own brother, brother and sister. This is enough for me. of."