The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Moline was not happy at the moment: "What do you mean by Meng Yao? I am not such a person."

"Is it silly to say that you are stupid? Who will pour dirty water on his body at this time?" Ning Mengyao looked at Molin, who was unhappy.

It is no wonder that this person is always eaten by the sky, and this kind of IQ is really worrying.

Moline stunned, and the half-sound did not return to God, but after the reaction, he immediately understood the meaning of Ning Mengyao.

One music, Mo Lin said in a serious way: "Meng Yao, you are right, I think it is bad, how can I drop my identity and compare it with these people."

Even if the Song family and others are so stupid, they know the meaning of Ning Mengyao, and say so much, is it just yelling at them?

"You are a yellow mouth, how dare you talk to us like this, you know who we are?" The Song family has never been treated like this, especially in the face of juniors, now it is actually counted by a junior, if it is Someone else knows, he is still mixed.

Ning Mengyao took a ring around her chest and looked up and down the Song family. Then she smiled coldly: "No matter what your identity is on the West Coast, here you have only one identity, that is the outsider."

"That's right." Moline nodded on the side.

Song Yan was angered by Molin: "Molin don't forget that you are also coming from the West Coast."

Molin glanced, then frowned. "It seems to ignore this problem, but I am different from you. I am not here to do anything that is annoying. I live here, but also with the consent of the host. Not like you, like a robber."

Ning Mengyao flashed a smile on the bottom of his eyes. They talked, maybe there is no weight among these people, but Moline is different. After all, he can be the same person on the West Coast.

"The outsiders must have the appearance of outsiders, and they rush to the front of the host family. Do you think this is appropriate?" Ning Mengyao casually looked at the people in front of him and found that many people were said to be a little angry and angry, as if The next moment will be the same for them.

Qiao Tianchang naturally found out, and in front of Ning Mengyao, his eyes looked coldly at the Song family: "How do you want to do it?"

"What about it?" Song Yan did not wait for the Song family to speak, and sneered directly.

They have to move some people who are not at all, and they still have to listen to the opinions of others.

Qiao Tianchang smiled carelessly. Seeing Song Yan’s expression is like watching an idiot: “There is such a lady in the Song family who is really poor.”

Moline coughed softly, holding back the smile of the exit, and watching Qiao Tianchang's eyes with a playful taste: "Tian Chang, do you speak such a big truth in front of others?"

"They don't like to hear the truth?"

The expressions of Song Yan and Song Jiazhu, called an ugly, especially Song Yan.

"Moline, you shut me up, I am your fiancée, how can you help others to bully me." Song Yan can't stand the most like Moline, who knows that he and he are the most familiar people. Why is it that when he arrives at him, it is not the same, and it seems that he is doing the same thing. This feeling is really uncomfortable.

Moline looked at Song Yan with his hands on his chest and mocked: "The young master's eyes are still not stunned. As for you to marry, who promises you, you will marry who is good, don't come around me." He is not collecting Garbage, what kind of people have to.

"you……"

"Enough, Morin, you look like this, can you know what?"

Molinhaha laughed. It seems that these people are still not very familiar with themselves. Can he know what? Of course, this is known. After they drove Joe Tianchang away, they already knew his character.

But what if you know that? They have no way to take him, think of it, Moline taunted the Song family.

"If you want your daughter to marry me, or a few other people in the family, then you will continue to give it a try." Moline said nothing.

He has already made a decision, what will these people do in the end, and how much this really has to do with them.