The General’s Little Peasant Wife

After eating, Qin Pozi cleaned up at home, Ning Mengyao took two jars to the village with blue snow.

At this time, every family is still eating, and almost no one can be seen outside. It is precisely because of this that Ning Mengyao will choose this time.

Although it is nothing to be seen, but she does not like trouble, so it is better to avoid trouble as much as possible.

When they were in the past, Qiao Tianchang just had a meal alone. He was holding a book and watching it. He saw Ning Mengyao coming over and had some doubts in his heart: "How come? Have you ever eaten?"

Relatives, it seems normal in Qiao Tianchang, but Ning Mengyao did not care about this, just pointed to the two jars in the hands of Qing Xue: "This is the wine you brought to help me, first give you two altars. Drink, wait until you build a house and move over, I will give you the rest."

When Joe Tianchang’s eyes lit up, he forgot about it. When she brewed wine, he always thought that when he brewed it, he must try it, but he was forgotten when he had a lot of good things.

"No problem." Qiao Tianchang took the jar from the hands of Qing Xue and put it on the side of the table, pointing to the stool on the side: "Sit at a time?"

"Yes." Ning Mengyao thought it would be fine to go home, so he nodded and agreed.

Qing Xue stood behind her own lady, listening to the words they said, with some doubts in her eyes. She did not see the lady getting along with other men, but I have never seen it in this way, even if I have never seen it. It was once Lingluo did not have this.

Miss is very relaxed in front of this man, this is the conclusion of Qing Xue after listening to the chat between the two, and in fact it is.

Ning Mengyao discovered that he was very chattered with Joe Tianchang. No matter what he said, he always talked and even gave his own opinions. This is also familiar to her with Joe Tianchang. The reason for this.

The voice of Qiao Tianchang passed to the next door. Yang Cui listened to the sounds of the two people who did not deliberately depress. The face was ugly, and they were so indifferent to themselves, not false, but it was so good for other women. Qiao Tianchang, it’s really good.

The people in the village are not always saying how Ning Mengyao is doing? She wants to let those people look at what kind of person Ning Mengyao is. She is a monk who can only seduce men.

Then thinking, Yang Cui had a plan in mind, sitting outside listening to the chat content of the two, but soon she found out, she simply could not understand what the two were saying, even if they could understand Some, that is also a half-baked solution.

"Do you have any chess here?" Ning Mengyao suddenly asked.

Joe Tianchang took a glimpse and then shook his head: "I don't have it here."

"Qingxue, you go back and help me take the chess, and suddenly want to play chess." Ning Mengyao looked at Qingxue and whispered.

She likes Go, and the bottom is also very good, but they are not very fond of Qingxue, so that no one is accompanying her, but she accidentally found Joe Tianchang before. During the time of winemaking, they often go down together. chess.

Qing Xue nodded and went out to play chess.

"You are itchy hands." Qiao Tianchang said with a funny smile, see Ning Mengyao's eyes with pets.

Ning Mengyao raised an eyebrow: "Don't tell me you don't want to."

"I didn't say it."

"That's not it."

The tone of the two people’s intimate chats almost didn’t give Yang Cui a good sigh.

Soon, Qing Xue took the chessboard and the chess back. Joe Tianchang went to get a small table with some snacks and the like, and put the chessboard on it. Ning Mengyao held the white son, Qiao Tian. After obeying the sunspots, the two started playing chess and completely forgot that today is the New Year.

When they both played chess, they forgot about the things around them. Instead, Qing Xue was bored and picked up the book that Joe Tianchang had read before. It was a travel note, and Qing Xue looked at it with relish.

Three people in the yard, two are busy playing chess, one is reading a book, only the occasional whispering conversation between Qiao Tianchang and Ning Mengyao in the yard.

Starting from the two people playing chess, Yang Cui could not hear the voice here, thinking that something happened, look at the time, this time is almost the same, so he went out.