The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Qiao Tianchang wanted to stop at the action of the place, silent for a moment, pretending to get up from the bed without hearing the blue frost, and walked outside.

Qingshuang saw him like this, and he couldn’t hate it: "Joe Tian Chang, don't be too much."

“Where is Yaoyao?”

The green frost did not open, and the outside people did not speak. Joe Tian’s sharp thorns knew that they were not willing to tell him, and they were not angry. They did not say, then he could find it himself?

The old man looked at Joe Tianchang unhappy and held his hand on his shoulder: "Do you want to think about this body?"

"Black grandfather, I am going to find Yaoyao, I am fine."

"Nanyu got him back to the bed and lay down. If he was running down, he asked for you."

Nanyu nodded, and Qiu Tiantian did not pay attention. He ordered him to acupuncture points and then took the person to the bed.

"South Island..."

"Boss, the nephew needs rest, she also needs a good silence. You hurt her very deeply this time. Your practice is that in the heart of the blind, she and her nephew are not in your heart. ""

Qiao Tianchang stared at Nanyu, would that be the case? Will it be the same as Nanyu said, Yao Yao really think so.

In Ning Mengyao's heart, there is such an idea, so after seeing Joe Tian wake up, she will leave directly. She does not want to see the face that makes her angry.

Jomo Feng knew from the green frost that Ning Mengyao had left, and he went to the farthest yard where he lived now, and he went there with Jomo.

In the room, Qingxue and Qingzhu both looked at Ning Mengyao’s eyes and looked at the front without expression.

"Miss, don't you, do you have something to eat?"

Ning Mengyao shook his head: "Let's go out, I am alone."

"But Miss..."

"Go out."

When Jomo Mapan came over with Jomo, he saw this scene: "Mom, do you have something to eat?"

The two people who saw the green bamboo were like seeing the savior. You must know that these days are all dependent on the young master, and the young lady is willing to eat something.

Jomo Mapin put Joe Moore on the bed, took the porridge from the green bamboo, and went to the bed and sat down: "Mother, you eat a little."

"Feng Erniang can't eat, hungry mother will eat."

"How many times did the mother say these words these days, and did it really be honored?" Jomo Feng frowned and looked at Ning Mengyao.

"Mother, eat." Jomo Mou stood up on the bed and stood up, and walked to Ning Mengyao's side, and the big eyes were so looking at her.

Looking at his son, Ning Mengyao’s pain in his heart was slightly reduced. He reached out and licked his son’s furry head: “The little monkey is really awkward.”

"Mother, you see your brother also let you eat, you can eat it, even if it is just a little bit of it." Jomo Feng put a spoon of porridge on Ning Mengyao's mouth, eyes stunned Looking at Ning Mengyao.

Ning Mengyao's mouth moved, and finally opened his mouth to eat some, only less than one-third, Ning Mengyao shook his head and refused to eat.

"mother……"

"Fenger is enough, and the mother can't eat it."

Jomofeng had no choice but to put the porridge aside and use his eyes to signal the green bamboo to go out. Then he told Ning Mengyao what they had done these days, and what the younger brother would say.

There are two children to accompany, Ning Mengyao's mood is better, but after they went out from the green bamboo, Ning Mengyao had two children, and no one wanted to see it, including the black old man, and could not see Ning. Meng Yao.

Qing Xue looked worriedly at the closed door: "Miss Qingzhu will not have anything?" From the beginning of Missing, they have never seen her like this.

She came along with her aunt, they all looked in the eyes, but this time they even ignored the grandfather, and did not even want to mention his name.

"Miss will not have anything, but I will not know if my grandfather will have something." Now the situation in Qiao Tianchang is not very good, especially after knowing that Ning Mengyao is not willing to see two children. The expression on his face has always been ugly.