The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Ning Mengyao is not without these good cloths. She is better. She is only interested in coming out today. She wants to go shopping and she enjoys this kind of fun.

If in the past life, she went to visit the big and small nursery shops, but there is not here. I think of this, Ning Mengyao’s eyes are small and it seems that she can be a unique and unique shop.

When Ning Mengyao thought about this distraction, Wei Zixin felt that Ning Mengyao was ignoring her. At the moment, she reached out to Ning Mengyao and wanted to push her, but she had not touched anyone yet. He squeezed his wrist and the man straightened to the side.

After Wei Zixin was thrown out, she still had some troubles. She knew the tingling from the injury and only reacted.

"Great courage, you dare to hit me, do you know who this lady is?" Wei Zixin has now forgotten what his father told him not to be against Ning Mengyao, and directly to Ning Mengyao.

Ning Mengyao looked at Wei Zixin, his brows were wrinkled tightly, and his eyes flashed a sigh of anger: "Qing Xuan sent her to meet the government, and told the right side, if he would not discipline his daughter, I would not mind helping him discipline, and The hand was abolished. "If it is normal, she can smile. When nothing happens, but now it is impossible. There is a child in her stomach. She can't let the child have anything."

"It’s Mrs.." Qing Xuan took Wei Zixin away and looked at the cloth that she had seen before. Ning Mengyao frowned tightly. After a long time, the shopkeeper was given a new one.

Qing Xue was holding the cloth, and he went outside with Ning Mengyao for a long time. When he was ready to go back, he saw Joe Tianchang who was looking for it.

"How come out with the blue snow? Qing Xuan?" Qiao Tianchang frowned, asked some worried.

"I let Qingxuan go to work, let's go back." Ning Mengya looked up and saw Joe Tian laughed.

Qiao Tian nodded and went back with Ning Mengyao.

After returning home, Ning Mengyao thought of the previous idea.

"Tian Chang, how do you say that I have a baby-care store?" Ning Mengyao said with a bright eye.

"What is a nursery?" He can hear it, it should be related to the child, but I really don't know what it means.

Ning Mengyao thinks about the pastoral nursery shop, and then said: "Hey, it's about the children, from clothes to food, to the use, and toys, and so on."

Qiao Tianchang thinks about it. There are many children in the rich and expensive. If the store is really open, it may be very hot.

"Talk to me carefully." Qiao Tianchang is very interested in this.

"It is the clothes that can sell children, baby cots, baby strollers, and foods that can be used by some children, such as noodles, rice noodles, etc." She can't make milk powder if she can get it. If you come out, it can be sold.

Qiao Tianchang carefully thought about Ning Mengyao's words, then nodded: "This is feasible."

"Then we will try?" Ning Mengyao said with a bright eyes, this is her gift to the child.

Qiao Tianchang smiled and nodded: "Well, you like it, but ask if you want to insert a hand."

"Row."

"You are resting at home, I am going to find the sky."

"You let him come over, you said that he may not understand, then you help me take the paper and charcoal in the study, I will draw something for you." Ning Mengyao said with a smile.

Qiao Tianchang got up and went to the study. After a little while, he walked out and held some paper and a black charcoal in his hand.

Ning Mengyao quickly painted with charcoal on paper.

Qiao Tianchang looked at him and watched those strange things on the paper, with amazement on his face and toys. He could imagine that if these things were made, would a lot of people like it?

"I have the feeling that there are definitely many people who like these things." Qiao Tianchang said seriously, especially those rich people.

Ning Mengyao nodded: "Yes, this is a gift I gave to my children. How do you see it?"

"Great." Qiao Tianchang suddenly did not want Xiao Yutian to insert it. He just spoke up. Now he wants to change his mouth. It seems that it is too late.