The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Ning Mengyao holds his waist tightly in his hands, and his voice is sobbing, just like losing his parents' little beast.

Such Ning Mengyao made Qiao Tianchang very distressed. He put his hands on his hands and let him sit on his lap. He had a hand and patted gently behind her.

"Tian Chang, I am still worried." When Qiao Tianchang thought that Ning Mengyao had gradually quieted down, Ning Mengyao suddenly opened his mouth. Instead, he was shocked by Qiao Tianchang who thought about things on the side.

"As long as the father-in-law does not have an accident, we can find someone. The other party has spent so much effort and wants to come not for his life." Qiao Tianchang held her voice with Ning Mengyao, hoping she could calm down.

Sure enough, listening to Qiao Tianchang, a little hoarse, and full of **** voice, Ning Mengyao's eyelids gradually pulled down, and finally fell asleep in the arms of Qiao Tianchang.

Originally, I didn’t sleep very much last night. Today, because of the fear of Nangongyan’s fear, Ning Mengyao naturally can’t bear it.

After the people almost fell asleep, Joe Tian carefully put the person on the bed, and then went out.

I called the previous few people back and asked again several times to confirm that there was no place left out before they left.

In the mind of Qiao Tianchang, thinking about what a few people said, his brows were slightly wrinkled. Where did the father-in-law be taken to somewhere?

Also, how could the father-in-law suddenly disappear for no reason, what happened in the middle?

One has a problem, one after another, Joe Tian Chang reached out and rubbed his own eyebrows, some helpless.

It seems that it is not the way to continue this way.

"Continue to find, start from the investigation of white ink." Thinking of white ink, Qiao Tianchang's expression is much colder.

The man is best not having any problems, otherwise he will not blame them for not paying attention.

"Yes."

After telling everything, Joe Tian sighed and thought that he could live a simple life in Baishan Village. Who knows that they just don’t give this opportunity to themselves, not here, there is something, really let He is extremely irritated.

But that is the wife of a daughter-in-law, his father-in-law, can you still help? How can this be?

As long as there is no news, Ning Mengyao is definitely restless, and he does not want Ning Mengyao to work hard because of these things.

Ning Mengyao was very sleepy and didn't wake up until midnight.

"How did I sleep for so long?" Ning Mengyao looked at the darkness outside, and some said something wrong.

"You are tired, you will sleep for such a long time." Qiao Tianchang smiled and spoke, and did not tell Ning Mengyao because he gave her some incense to help sleep, plus I also ordered her sleeping hole. If I don't sleep at this time, he really doubts whether his martial arts is regressing.

Ning Mengyao twisted his neck and felt his neck was completely stiff.

"My neck hurts, it's weird, how to sleep so familiar today." In the end, Ning Mengyao was whispering, and this happened to be heard by Joe Tianchang.

The corner of his mouth was slightly bent, and Qiao Tianchang whispered persuaded: "Okay, nothing is just a sleep."

"That won't work, I want people to find fault." Ning Mengyao quickly pushed Qiao Tianchang and prepared to get out of bed.

Eyes quickly slammed people into the bed, and Joe Tianchang said helplessly: "What are you worried about? I have arranged all the things."

"Then I will be relieved." Ning Mengyao just stunned so little, and nodded with confidence.

Joe Tian is speechless. Is this gimmick more assured? But this is also good, it is better to be more detailed than to trust others.

The two sat in the same bed, but each had their own minds.

Ning Mengyao reached out and rubbed her shoulders. How did she feel that she slept, as if the bones were sleeping?

"Tian Chang, I must find it, and there is white ink." The two are missing together, as long as they can find one of them, they will find the second one.

And in the heart of Ning Mengyao, Nangongyan was taken away by white ink.