The General’s Little Peasant Wife

"If you don't leave, you will stay in the future. If there is something, you will still leave." Ning Mengyao originally thought that they would definitely not leave in the future, but just thought that there are still many things that need to be handled by them, so The opening is supplemented.

Yang Zhiyi was satisfied: "I will be satisfied." The happy look made Joe say that the child had a sister and would not be a mother.

Then after that, I frowned. "It's a poor generation."

When Ning Mengyao heard it, he immediately sighed. He called Yang Yi’s husband and sister, and their son called her sister. Is it really bad?

"Menger will call her aunt later." Qiao's son looked at his son and said.

Yang Zhi whispered: "But I still like to call Mengyao sister."

Reaching out and touching his son's head, Yang's very gentle explanation: "Meng Yao and her mother are peers. If you call your sister, this generation is worse."

Yang Zhiyi listened and whispered reluctantly: "Aunt."

"Zhen, no matter whether it is called sister or aunt, I am not all me?" Ning Mengyao's feelings for Yang Zhi are not very good, smirk and explain.

Yang Zhiyi listened, and felt that it was the same thing. No matter what he called, it was all the same person, and he was as good to him.

I want to understand when I think about it: "My aunt knows."

"Zhen, that big brother, Yang, we will go back first."

"Go back soon, it's a big belly, weird." Joe quickly made people go back.

The two walked on a quiet road, and Ning Mengyao listened to the screams that came from the mouth, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and it was quite suitable for her.

Qiao Tianchang stood behind and looked at Ning Mengyao, his eyes were thick and tender.

When the two went back, Qin Pozi gave them a meal, and Ning Mengyao looked helpless: "How did you prepare me for eating so much?"

"This is not thinking about you going out to definitely come back to eat, who thinks that you will come back when you eat it outside." It’s so late, it must have been returned after eating at someone else’s house.

Ning Mengyao was a little embarrassed, and they did not say it back: "Would you like some more soup?"

The soup stewed by Qin's mother-in-law tastes better than the royal chef. Ning Mengyao likes to drink a little on weekdays. Today, she didn't drink soup at the village chief's house.

"it is good."

After drinking the soup in the bowl with a small mouth, Ning Mengyao went upstairs to wash and prepare to rest.

The sorrow of not having an entertainment program is like this. It is dark, nothing to do, and then you have to sleep.

"Sleep, tomorrow we will get up early and go to the mountains to stroll. Haven't you been chanting for a long time?" This girl knows that he wants to come back, and he is going to play on the back hill. Now there is a chance.

Ning Mengyao heard, can the eyes be bright?

"Really?"

"When did I fool you?" Qiao Tianchang looked at Ning Mengyao with a funny smile.

Ning Mengyao shook his head.

"Then close your eyes and sleep, if you still don't want to sleep, then I will help you." Said Qiao Tianchang also bite the bite of Ning Mengyao.

Ning Mengyao's face is rising red, very embarrassed: "I... I sleep."

Looking at Ning Mengyao's flustered lie down, his face is like a dyed development, it is very beautiful.

Reaching out and touching Ning Mengyao's stomach: "When is this child born?" The voice is called a resentment and pity, like who is bullying him.

Ning Mengyao listened to the laughter and said: "You can't."

Qiao Tianchang looked at Ning Mengyao's eyes and looked at him: "Women's daughter..." That can make a long voice, let Ning Mengyao squat for a moment, white-faced this man who has no **** in front of him: "You are enough." Ah, you are a big man."

"What about a big man? Can a big man not be spoiled with his wife?" Qiao Tianchang looked at Ning Mengyao with confidence.

The latter was scared: "You are too embarrassed to say."

Qiao Tianchang looked depressed at the big belly and counted the time in his heart. He even had to be a three-month monk.

"Sleep." Qiao Tianchang lay down on the bed, slamming people into his arms, not seeing his eyes, not seeing it is not so uncomfortable.

It’s enough to see that I can’t eat it.