The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Yang looked at Yang Suyun: "Su Yun is not aunt who doesn't keep you, but there is no way. If you didn't do that yesterday, we will say that you are diligent, but you can see what you are doing. What is it?"

If the child’s body is originally there, it’s no wonder that it will be like that.

Yang Suyun knows that no matter what they say today, they will definitely not help themselves.

"Send her back." Yang Zhu looked at Yang Suyun and said, opening his mouth.

Originally, he was not very happy that a widowed widow was living at home. This is unlucky and it is good now.

Yang nodded: "I know."

I took some things and packed up Yang Suyun’s things, and I took them away.

Yang Suyun followed Yang’s body and regretted it.

"My aunt, I know it is wrong, I..."

"Well, Su Yun, a lot of things you should be aware of, this is something you have done wrong yourself, you must take responsibility." Yang's words interrupted Yang Suyun said coldly.

Yang Suyun’s shut up.

Young’s brother saw his sister send her daughter back. Somewhat strange: “What happened to my sister?”

Without a good look at his brother, Yang said with a weak voice: "You first ask Su Yun what she did."

Yang Big Brother looked at Yang Suyun and frowned. "What happened?"

"Oh... I... I am not deliberate." Yang Suyun said dryly.

"Not intentional? Yesterday, Mengyao's son was full moon, Su Yun was clamoring to go, we thought she was still filial piety, and wearing a filial piety, certainly not suitable, she did not let her go, let her home, Who knows that this girl is good, not only ran away, but also seduce the owner." Not to mention okay, one said, Yang's face is red, this is all about it.

Yang’s face was blue and white, and Yang continued: “The child cried and screamed in the middle of the night. Although these things could not be believed, the children who were very well-behaved on weekdays suddenly became like that. Everyone must think about it, so Su Yun’s work is not done.” Yang’s look at the big-eyed Yang Big Brother, said helplessly.

Young's brother-in-law looked at his daughter very unhappy.

Originally, the daughter returned to her husband's house, and there was nothing. Let her go to the aunt's house to find something to do. This also allowed her to distract her. Who knows that she is good and made such a big moth.

Yang Suyun’s slight shrinkage, some unwilling to say: “The family is so good, what am I going to marry him? Besides, what does the child’s crying have to do with me?”

Yang’s anger is fainting: “What is good for you? Who do you think you are, you want to marry him?”

Ren Qiao Tianchang is a general, and there is a wife like Meng Yao. When Yang Suyun is a god, what is it? Do people have to look at him?

Yang is also annoyed, raising his hands and palms on the face of Yang Suyun.

Yang Suyun’s mother, Cheng’s daughter, looked at her daughter, and she was somewhat dissatisfied: “When you went to your aunt’s house, Su Yun told me what you forgot?”

"Mother I..."

When she went, Cheng told her that she hadn’t been filial now, not too arrogant, and she had to listen to her aunt.

"What are you? Because of you, your aunts have to be blamed by the family. Your cousin and cousin are still relying on others. It’s not good to say that we are all brothers, your brother, work. Points, don’t swindle and slip, because you said them, your brother will go in, the money for a month and two or two, not because you have their family, why do you let this money?” Cheng’s pair of little sons The family is very grateful.

Because Xiaoguzi helped to find a living for his son, the family’s life was much better. It’s his own man. When you’re fine, you can go there and find some trivial things. That’s how you can have a hundred copper plates a day. It’s much harder to work outside.

Because of this, she worried that the prostitute would go to the little aunt's family to get into trouble. When she left, she would have to be obedient, so that she must be obedient. Who knows that she can be good, and her heart is big, even wearing a filial piety to run to the full moon feast of others. .