The General’s Little Peasant Wife

It screamed on the top of Ning Mengyao's head, fluttering, and then fell on Ning Mengyao's shoulder, gently licking Ning Mengyao's cheek with a pointed mouth.

Ning Mengyao has a deep smile on his face: "Go back."

The Lark bird looked at Ning Mengyao for a long time, and finally fluttered away.

With the departure of the Lark, everyone finally recovered, and Nangong’s eyes were full of heat.

Even if this woman is already the wife of someone else, he also wants to grab her.

Whoever does this will probably act regardless of who?

Feng Shuo looked at Ning Mengyao deeply and turned his head, with a light that people could not understand.

"Meng Yao, you have enough power, how did you do it?" Xiao Yutian eyes brightly looked at Ning Mengyao in front of him, the gaze of the eyes, so that the side of the Qiao Tianchang is very disgusted.

Reaching out and pushing people directly, Qiao Tianchang said, "You are far from my wife."

"Tian Chang, we are brothers, I am just curious, curious, do you understand?" Xiao Yutian looked at Qiao Tianchang very depressed, and did not do anything for himself? Why is this guy so disgusting himself?

After that, there were still a lot of thousands of gold to perform, but no one dared to play the piano again. Under the aura of Ning Mengyao, who would dare to play the piano at this time?

However, when she was in Wei Kexin, she played the piano. It was not to provoke Ning Mengyao, but to let Ning Mengyao point her.

Ning Mengyao listened to Wei Kexin's sound of the piano. Her piano voice was filled with hope and helplessness in life, and she expressed her heart.

"Mrs. General hopes that you can give me some advice." Wei Kexin sincerely looked at Ning Mengyao, no one thought that she was provocative, but felt that she just really wanted Ning Mengya to point her.

Ning Mengyao looked at Wei Kexin and had a more good impression on her than Wei Zixin: "Your piano art is better than the average person. You listen to the sounds of all things and integrate them into it." Ning Mengyao only said so much. Open again.

Wei Kexin whispered Ning Mengyao's words, with confusion in her eyes, and then became a clear and open-minded. She understood that Ning Mengyao meant to tell her that she should not be bound in the face of her own heart. Only in this way can you play a better song.

"Thank you, madam." Wei Kexin really thanked him.

Wei Zixin looked gloomy at Wei Kexin: "hypocrisy."

Wei Kexin now does not want to care about Wei Zixin, just returning to his position.

After the performance of the family, Nangong Che suddenly stood up: "Xiao Huang came here, the father said that he hopes to marry Xiao Guo, in order to seek a hundred years."

"Oh?" Xiao Qifeng’s eyes are slightly stunned, is it still coming? The sight fell on the side of Nangong Yue: "I don't know which son the princess has taken."

Nan Gongyue looked at Qiao Tianchang: "This princess took a fancy to General Joe."

The voice just fell, the people present in the moment silenced, looked at a calm face of Joe Tian Chang, and looked at the Nangong month who did not know what to think, the heart pulled cold and cool.

Although General Joe did not do anything, the air-conditioning on his body was not a joke, it was simply the existence of human life.

Ning Mengyao’s eyes looked at Nangong Yue: “The princess of the neighboring country likes to have a husband.”

"Men's three wives and four sisters are normal." Nangong's faint opening did not put Ning Mengyao's irony in his eyes.

However, Ning Mengyao turned to look at Qiao Tianchang: "Tian Chang, do you think so?"

Qiao Tianchang took a look at Ning Mengyao: "Whatever nonsense, the general will only have a mistress, except that you will not have anyone else, who will enter, who will die."

Ning Mengyao is satisfied, but Nangongyue is frowned. There are so many people present, she really only cares about Joe Tianchang. This man is a good person to her.

"The lady is too kind."

"How about that, my husband's husband does not care." Ning Mengyao smiled at Nangongyue.

Nan Gongyue looked at Ning Mengyao and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the windy master on the side: "When is the mausoleum of the mausoleum so shameful?"

"Wind Shuo, you'd better think of your words." Nangong Che's face was cold, and he looked at the wind on the edge.