The General’s Little Peasant Wife

When Ning Mengyao returned to his room, Qiao Tianchang had already washed and sat there waiting.

"How's it going?"

"It's already sleeping."

Lying in bed, Ning Mengyao suddenly couldn't sleep, but it was a bit of a sleepy Qiao Tianchang who couldn't sleep.

"what happened?"

"It's okay, probably sleeping too much during the day, so I can't sleep now." Ning Mengyao said with some small depression.

Qiao Tianchang reached out and knocked Ning Mengyao's head, and his eyes flashed with obvious helplessness.

After talking for a long time with Ning Mengyao, I heard the breathing from the ear and reached out to cover the big one with a quilt. This closed my eyes.

On the second day, when Ning Mengyao went to pay for breakfast, when she came out from the inside and saw Joma Maple walking in the back and talking with Qiao Tianchang, the whole person was stupid, staring at this. A scene.

Ning Mengyao did not answer his own question for a long time, some strange, what happened to this person? Why didn't you suddenly talk?

"What happened to you?"

I haven’t fallen back, my eyes are a little eager: “He is...”

Looking at the past along the line of sight, it was a maple child: "This is my eldest son, what happened?"

When he did not say anything, he saw that Jomo Maple’s eyes were looking at her. He had to say that the spirit of the unfalling spirit was tight at this moment.

But in the end, he was disappointed, because he just looked at her with a puzzled look, then turned his head and continued to talk to Joe Tianchang, as if he didn't know her at all.

Even if Ning Mengyao doesn't pay attention anymore, he can feel the strange look of the past: "What happened to you?"

"You... can you come in with me?" I didn't think about it, some uneasy said.

Ning Mengyao looked at Qiao Tianchang for a look, then nodded: "Tian Chang you first go, we will come soon."

After Joe Tianchang took the two children and the blue cream, they left, Ning Mengyao looked at it: "Do you let me stay with something?"

"What is the name of the child?" asked a little worried.

"Jo Mo Feng, he can't remember the previous things." Ning Mengyao said casually.

However, this answer has caused the crash to collapse: "Do you say that he remembers nothing?"

No wonder, when he saw himself, he was like watching a stranger.

"Yeah, what do you want to do with Maple?" Ning Mengyao frowned, and his heart was secretly vigilant.

He laughed without bitterness: "Nothing, it may be the retribution that God gave me, let me find someone, but he doesn't remember anything."

The sorrowful look made Ning Mengyao suddenly think of the news that Nanyu had investigated. There was not a child, but it was taken away. So far, there has been no news.

Didn't look at it, is Maple a child?

"You are the mother of Maple?" Ning Mengyao asked indefinitely.

Not falling into the body, then nodded: "Yeah, just because of my conceit, because my feelings about the family will make him become what it is now."

If it weren't for her, the son wouldn't be like this, and he wouldn't remember anything. He just thought about what they were like to him. Maybe he didn't have a good time now.

Ning Mengyao looked at it without a word, and saved her. She already felt the blood of the dog. Who knows that even the son of the family has been saved. She really thinks that the world is really too small.

"Thank you for saving my son." Suddenly stood up and stood up against Ning Mengyao.

"Maple is a very good child, you don't have to thank us, what are your plans?" Ning Mengyao looked down and asked calmly.

Unfinished hands clenched into fists, and gnawed his teeth: "I want to pay for those who have bullied my son. I used to look for him everywhere. Now that people have found it, knowing that he has done well, that is enough." ”

Some hatreds can be put down, but some hatred, she said nothing will compromise.

Ning Mengyao looked at it without a glance, but shook his head helplessly: "In fact, you don't have to."

"When those people first told me to do things for the family, giving my son to someone else was still a metamorphosis. At that time, they should be prepared to pay the price."