The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Thinking of his own windy coward, Jomomo couldn’t help but pump his mouth and look at Shi Song, sympathetically saying: "Shisong wish you good luck."

"why?"

"You will know when you arrive." For Yufeng Qiao Mozhen, there are only three words to describe, that is, the old fox, and it is still a means of the old fox, really want to let the wind to adjust the stone pine, when the time will be adjusted He really has some doubts about who comes out.

"Little monkey, is your husband a terrible?" Ning Mengyao said with some laughter.

Jomo Mou looked at Ning Mengyao seriously: "Mother, my coward is not terrible at all, he is basically abnormal."

He had been with the Yufeng for a while, and that time was simply not as good as death, that is, he could not hold it anymore. He doubted that Shisong could hold it.

"Hey, the wind will hear you praise him like this, he will be very happy." Qiao Tianchang glanced at his son and said faintly, after seeing his son’s stiff body, this smiled satisfactorily. stand up.

"Oh, I don't seem to provoke you today?"

"No."

"So how can you hang your son like this?"

"What do you say about the little monkey? What is it that you squat?"

Jomo Mou explained to Ning Mengyao, but when he saw Joe Tianchang’s expression like a smile, he immediately slammed the words back and said with a smile: “Nothing, nothing, I’m nonsense.”

Everyone in the room has returned to the restaurant. When they are eating, sugar and peas are listening to them. They are strange to the military camp, but they know that they are very Liha.

"Hey is the best."

"Well, Peas should be a general in the future." Peas quickly nodded and looked forward to it.

Qiao Tianchang reached out and took a look at the head of his life. The smile on his face did not fade. However, Ning Mengyao was worried, but then he thought, maybe the child just said that? I immediately did not care about this issue.

"Mother, what do you say at night?"

"How to do that is their thing. What is important is that I want to know how long it will take for a few days in this ring game. I have no interest in this and continue to stay." Ning Mengyao said with some impatience.

This kind of thing will be very interesting once or twice, but it will become boring after a long time, and they have not done anything for a few days, but none of them have come out.

"Mother is right, those people will not be interested in it."

"Xiao Jia can't support for a few days." Shi Song suddenly said.

Ning Mengyao’s eyes fell on Shisong’s body and asked some unexpected questions: “How do you know?”

"When I went to the mountains to hunt some time ago, I saw the Xiao family. They found a very large grave in the mountains, but there was no way to go in. Xiao family has already lost a lot of people." Shi Song scratched Scratching my head, I am embarrassed to say.

grave? Is there anything good in it? Otherwise, Xiao Jia will not be so persistent, even in this way...

"Tian Chang, what do you think Xiaojia is thinking?" Ning Mengyao has some troubles.

"Maybe they want to use the people outside to help them open the grave, and at the same time give them help in the grave. Of course, this help is probably only unilateral." Qiao Tianchang said quietly.

Ning Mengyao reached out and touched his chin, and his face was not good: "Tomb, ah, I suddenly felt interested."

"I also find it very interesting. In the end, who is the grave, it can make them so fanciful." Qiao Tianchang said with a smile.

Jomo’s head slammed on the table. He looked at Ning Mengyao and his expression was very tangled. Do you want to tell them?

"What kind of expression is that little monkey? What do you want to say?" What kind of expression does this kid want?

"Mother's grave may be related to you." Jomon said weakly.

"Related to me?"

Jomo nodded, then hand dipped some tea, wrote a word on the table, that child, it was Xiao.