The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Since escaping can't solve the problem, it's better to face it. Although there is something awkward in the heart, she can't kill everything that Bai Mo did for her. If so, it would be better to be a friend.

Seeing Xiao Orange Ya seems to agree, Ning Mengyao is relieved, if Xiao Orange Ya disagrees, she really has to vomit.

After talking with Xiao Orange for a while, she watched her drink the medicine and gave her wounds a medicine, which went out.

Just went out and saw the white ink standing not far away, and walked over: "Let's go somewhere else."

White ink nodded, followed Ning Mengyao's side toward the garden, waiting for some distance from Xiao Orange's room before stopping.

"Have you heard what I said to my mother?" Although with doubts, the tone is so certain.

"Ok."

"White ink, I hope that you can take care of my mother." Ning Mengyao looked at Bai Mo seriously. She handed her mother to a person who was still an enemy. In any case, she was still not at ease.

White ink smiled and said: "You can rest assured, I will take care of her, and when she is hurt, I will take her back to Xiaoguo."

However, Ning Mengyao shook his head: "Miaojiang is now safe for the time being, and this is also your site. More than half of it is in your hands, so it is safer for you. Now Xiaoguo has no So safe, I don't want my mother to go back to adventure, even if I have to go back, and wait until everything has been resolved, then go back."

White ink chuckled: "I know, Yaer has a good daughter."

"What are you?" Ning Mengyao brows.

"It's a bit." He thought that Xiao Huangya had no other women and no children. Now she sees the children of Ya'er so good, thinking about her everywhere, and saying that she doesn't envy that it is all fake.

Ning Mengyao snorted, and some arrogant openings: "Even if you are jealous, there is no part of you."

When Qiao Tianchang was holding Jomo Mo, he saw that Ning Mengyao and Bai Mo stood side by side and did not know what to say. The expression between the two made him uncomfortable.

"What are you talking about in Yaoyao?"

Ning Mengyao had a nice smile on his face and turned to look at Qiao Tianchang. The corner of his mouth rose slightly: "Let's let him help take care of my mother."

"I have already notified the green cream, and pack it up, we will be able to leave tomorrow." Qiao Tianchang ignored the white ink, just looked at Ning Mengyao and said.

"Did you ignore me?" After seeing Qiao Tianchang and Ning Mengyao, Bai Mo intended to take someone away, and his face would be dark.

Is it good for him to be his elder? So I don’t know how to respect the old and love the young.

Qiao Tianchang glanced at the white ink: "Know it."

"Tian Chang we go." When the white ink is going to open, Ning Mengyao has already left with Qiao Tianchang.

The white ink eyelids jumped straight, watching the two people ignore him, the person who left directly, the heart is extremely depressed.

Qiao Tianchang ignored him and he did not forget him. Why did he even ignore him? Did he grow a face that people ignore?

When the white ink was in the evening, the face was completely black, and Qiao Tianchang was not much better. It was not pleasing to see the white ink.

As for the reason? That is because from the beginning of the afternoon, Ning Mengyao has been staying in Xiao Orange's room. Even the meal has not come out, and Ning Mengyao even said that she would sleep with Xiao Orange at night.

Suddenly the faces of the two men were almost as gray as the bottom of the pot.

"I said how your kid can't even look at his wife or her daughter?" How do you hear this? People feel that they are gnashing their teeth, and they want to take apart Joe Cheung, chew it and eat it.

Qiao Tianchang squinted at the white ink: "The person who was also rejected by my mother-in-law is not qualified to speak."

"you……"

The two of them were blind and stunned, and Ning Mengyao in the room sat down at the bed and talked to Xiao Orange.

Of course, Ning Mengyao said that she would go to sleep with Xiao Orange. That is just to talk about it. If she really sleeps here tonight, she must be killed by someone’s eye knife tomorrow.