The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Qiao Tianchang looked outside and looked at him the same place, so the beautiful scenery in Ning Mengyao's eyes may just make him feel that there is no need to care.

However, for Ning Mengyao, he still would not object: "You like it, we go to other places when we go back." There are many places in Xiaoguo that are such a landscape, and some even look better than here.

"Well? Well, when we go out, our family will go out." Ning Mengyao looked at Qiao Tianchang with his eyes bright.

I don’t think I have had a good rest since they got married. When they go back, they go to honeymoon. This seems to be a great opportunity.

The more I think, the more I feel that Ning Mengyao is feasible, although I still follow two small light bulbs.

Jomo Mapin listened to the two chatting on the side, and suddenly curiously asked: "What kind of mother is our family?"

"What kind of time? When the maples come back with us, you will know, you will definitely like that place." Ning Mengyao couldn’t help but laugh at her villa, if she really wants to say that she likes it the most. Where, there is only Baishan Village.

Qiao Tianchang reached out and licked Jomo's head: "When you go back, why do you want to go to school?"

"Going." Jomao Feng nodded seriously. After waking up, there was only one Jomothan who would only call her mother and brother, and there were no extra children. He really wanted to go to the college and pay. A few friends.

Ning Mengyao looked at Qiao Tianchang's face with a deep smile: "You can also ask you to teach you, he will."

Qiao Tianchang raised his eyebrows and looked at Ning Mengyao's smile and said: "To say this, I can't compare you."

White, Qiao Tianchang glanced, Ning Mengyao glared at her without words, and said with a bite: "You are not convinced?"

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"Maple, I don't mean that you must let you take a test of the champion. Just want you to know some truths about life. You can learn from the chess and paintings you like, not to learn fine, but you must, Do you understand?" Speaking of this, Ning Mengyao’s expression became serious, as if he suddenly changed himself completely.

Jomo Mapom nodded: "Mother I know."

From this day, Jomo's life has become very hot. Every day, Qiao Tianchang teaches him to practice his internal strength. Ning Mengyao teaches him to play chess and play the piano. Although all the time has been arranged, he is not happy, right. These things are very interesting.

After having these things along the way, they were not bored. When the group went to the capital, Jomo Maple was finally able to listen.

Qing Shuang looked at Jomo Maple fortunately: "You don't play cotton at all," he said.

This bomb cotton was once heard from Ning Mengyao. It seems that anyone wants to learn to play the piano, but when he heard the magic sound, Ning Mengyao said that he was playing cotton.

Jomofeng looked at the blue frost silently: "Frost, I just started learning, and I won't be in the future."

The creamy hand reached out and touched his nose, and suddenly I felt a little embarrassed.

"Okay, let's go."

After entering the city, Jomo's face suddenly became pale, which made Ning Mengyao who found him not right a bit worried: "What happened to Maple? Don't scare the mother."

Jomo Mapan kept shaking his head and didn't know what he wanted to say. The blue cream shot his wrist and buckled his veins. The pulse was a bit confusing.

Qiao Tianchang frowned at his fearful look, reaching for a button on his back neck, and Jomo Maple fell softly in the arms of the blue frost.

On the edge of Nanyu silently took the person away from the blue frost, his brow slightly wrinkled and somewhat unhappy: "What is going on in the boss?"

"This is probably the fear of Feng's subconscious." Ning Mengyao frowned, and some worried.

The home camp of the unhome should be in this place. He was treated like that, and the fear in his heart would be the same. There is no problem at all.

"First find a place to live and talk."