The General’s Little Peasant Wife

See Du's stop and look at himself. Ning Mengyao asked coldly: "If you can't say it, don't blame me for telling you and vilifying others."

There is no such law, Ning Meng Yao is not very clear, but seeing Du's pale face for a moment, Ning Mengyao slightly hooked the lips, it seems that such a law is still there.

Du's face flustered and flashed, to say grace, it seems that their family got Ning Mengyao to help more, just Ning Mengyao gave her dog a book, ink and paper, and there is no enough to repair It is.

"Today's business is here, my family is very small, can't hold you noble and clean people, please." Ning Mengyao looked at some woman who was overwhelmed by the side, and Du's, cold mouth: "Return If there is someone like Yang Xiuer who has arranged for me for no reason, I think you are not willing to see it."

While talking, Ning Mengyao's eyes were always on Du's body, and the blinded Du's took the dish in his hand and ran away.

The rest of the women pushed and shoved, and finally they all left.

"They are really good."

"It’s just a group of irrelevant people." Ning Mengyao shook his head gently, indifferently said.

Looking at Ning Mengyao, Yang Lele suddenly felt a little distressed. What happened to Ning Mengyao and made her become what it is now, really hurts.

"Yao Yao you..."

"Yep?"

"Nothing." Yang Lele shook his head quickly, but he kept telling himself that he must be very good to her in the future.

After Du's return, despite the dissatisfaction in his heart, he wanted to say something. However, as long as he thought of Ning Mengyao's icy eyes and wanted to arrange it, he couldn't say it. This kind of taste is very uncomfortable. Du's is not happy all day.

When the dog baby asked her when she could continue to read the words, she broke out and even gave the dog a beat without asking the reason.

Yang Xiu's affairs did not affect the life of Ning Mengyao, but because it made her a lot easier.

On this day, when Ning Mengyao was preparing to take the children out to study, the sky suddenly began to rain heavily. In desperation, Ning Mengyao could only give up such an idea.

Fortunately, when she built the house, she built the attic and took several children to the attic to teach them to play games.

Until noon, Ning Mengyao let them go back, sitting on the edge of the attic and watching the pattering rain outside.

In a twinkling of an eye, she has been in Baishan Village for three or four months. When she first came, she still thought, and now she is almost in the middle of the year. The time has passed.

There was no reason in the brain to think of these years, and the bitter smile gradually surfaced.

When she thought about it, she suddenly found that she didn't seem to do anything in the past few years. She just turned around Lingluo. Although her life is full, Ning Mengyao seems to have lost something, which makes her feel a little embarrassed.

It rained for three days. By noon on the fourth day, the rain stopped. The dark clouds of the sky gradually dispersed, revealing some smiling faces of the sun. Looking at the sky that gradually cleared, Ning Mengyao suddenly found that she was somewhat worried. .

No matter what, the days still have to go on, it’s not bad to stay here, don’t eat, don’t wear it.

In the evening, Yang Lele walked in from the outside with her own melon: "Yao Yao, let's go to the mountain to pick up mushrooms tomorrow? How are you looking?"

Ning Mengyao thought about it, it seemed to work, so he nodded and agreed: "Okay."

"That line, I will call you tomorrow morning." Yang Lele said a few words with Ning Mengyao and hurried back, as if there was anything in the house.

However, the next day, Yang Lele did not come, because today her nephew Joe wants to bring Yang Zhi back to her family, Yang and Yang Zhu also have something, no one in the family will take care of Yang Yi, Yang Lele can only stay.

Ning Mengyao has no way, he carried his back to the mountain, the air on the mountain is often much better than the following. After a long time of drying, the road to the mountain is not so wet, but it is very good.