The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Ning Mengyao looked at the child's taste and looked at him: "I just promised now, don't you think it's too late? I want to say this after I have wanted my life. You think that my wife's life is important. Or is this money important?"

Childishness has some headaches, and I know that Ning Mengyao will not forget this: "What does that lady mean?"

"I want the Qinglin faction to be so simple. When you first counted the Tongbaozhai, I will give it back to you twice." Ning Mengyao said coldly.

Childish face changed: "Mrs. Joe is too difficult for too strong people." This opening is to ask their entire martial art, how is this possible?

Ning Mengyao shrugged indifferently: "I am just telling you, not to talk to you. It has been a long time since I passed. I don't want to pursue too much, but some people don't know how to be good."

If Tongrui didn't do anything to her, then it wouldn't matter if he extorted the Qinglin faction and then put the person in it. It's a pity that some people can't see the reality.

Is she rare with this money? The money she earns in a year is more than that.

The child's face changed slightly, and the old man's face on the side was also very ugly.

"Is there really no room for revolving about Mrs. Joe?" asked Childly.

Ning Mengyao clicked on his cheek with one hand, and then looked at Qiao Tianchang who was sitting on the side and had no opening. "How do you say?"

"Not how, dare to do it for us, we have to pay the price." Qiao Tianchang said coldly, the body's momentum is released, the people in the entire hall, his face suddenly pale, martial arts weakly directly pressured vomiting blood .

Tong Jin now understands that people are not in the eyes of these money, they are slightly out of this tone.

"This... General Joe, young girl, young..."

"Young? Tong Rui is already sixteen years old. A girl who can already marry is still young. How old is it?" Ning Mengyao said with a smile, but it was cold in the eyes.

"Is there really no reconciliation for Mrs. Joe?" asked Childly with a headache.

Ning Mengyao looked at Tong Jin thoughtfully: "Do you want to reconcile?"

"Yes." Tong Jin saw that there should be a door, so he nodded quickly.

Ning Mengyao looked at Tong Jin’s eyes and said: “Fifty million two gold.”

When everyone listens to their faces, they change. When they are 10 million, they will not be able to do it, but 50 million two... This is too strong.

"Mrs. Joe, this is... want our life."

"I want your life? The original 10 million two for the time of Tongbaozhai means what you know very well. At that time, 10 million two are almost all the funds that Tongbaozhai can use. I am just doing it now. The way of the people, but also the body of his people, how can you not stand this?" Ning Mengyao asked sarcastically.

At that time, the Qinglin School was still a small martial art, but with these 10 million years, after more than a decade of development, they have already had a certain scale. Now they just rely on the money of Tongbaozhai. Is there any difficulty in getting things back?

"Mrs. Joe, if you really want to be with you, what is the difference between us and the Qinglin faction?"

Ning Mengyao nodded: "Nature is different, because you have given 50 million of you and the sects and shops. If you don't give it, then you have nothing, you may still be dead, is it a good deal? "Ning Mengyao said quietly.

The expression on Tong Jin’s face was very ugly. After reading Ning Mengyao for a long time, he asked: “Are you sure that we will take out the money, Tongbaozhai will not suppress us?”

Ning Mengyao nodded casually: "No."

Childishness bites his teeth: "Well, I hope that Mrs. Joe can speak and count."

"Since I have promised, I will not use the means, because I want to play with you and you can't stop it."