The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Song Yan kept shaking her head. She couldn't accept the result: "No, you are lying to me, we go back, go back now." He said that Molin would turn and leave.

Moline opened Song Yan’s hand and frowned at her: “Is not enough to say clearly? Don’t make yourself too embarrassed, remember that you are a woman.”

A woman is so shameless that she will only be looked down upon by others.

Song Yan’s expectation was broken by Moline at this moment. She looked at Moline: “Do you want to say that I am not shameful?”

"It is very clear to you and not yourself. I have never given you any promises, nor have I agreed to the marriage between us." Moline looked at Song Yan's faint opening.

The smile on Song Yan’s face finally could not be maintained. She looked at Moline slyly and finally raised her hand in an uncontrolled manner and slaps on Molin’s face: “Morlin, you bastard.”

She has been chasing Molin's side for many years and is pleased with his elders. The purpose is to become a young lady of Mo's family and become his wife, but now Moline tells her that he has never liked her, what else? Is it more ridiculous than this?

Moline reached out and stroked his cheek, and the corner of his mouth evoked a cold smile: "Song Yan's slap is when I owe you, and I will not appear in front of me from now on, and we will go."

Seeing Moline with a heavy departure, Song Yan squinted on the ground and cried, the voice was a little heartbreaking, and finally it was found by the Song family, and this was taken back.

After Song Yan was taken away by the Song family, Moline once again appeared at the gate of the house of Qiao Tianchang.

The closed mountain gate was opened from the inside at this moment, and the door was opened by Jiang Quan.

"Mr. Mo, please come in."

Moline walked in and waited for Jiang Quan to close the door. Molin frowned: "Where are they?"

"This old slave can't tell you, but the lady left a message. She told me to tell Mo Shaoye that the world is in a big position and it won't break. The young lady said that according to the cleverness of Mo Shaoye, she should be able to understand the meaning of her words. As for the future. How does the young master go, look at how you want to go.” Jiang Quan’s words say that some of the bulls are not right, so some people can’t understand, but Moline understands, just because Ning Mengyao’s words are his thoughts.

Now that he has made up his mind to stay, he will take this time and let himself have the capital to stand in this place.

"I know, thank you Jiang Shu, I know what to do, so Moline is disturbed." Molin said with a polite smile.

"Mu Shaoye has a lot of fun, and this is the young lady who prepared for Mo Shaoye, saying that it is an investment." He said that he took out a big box of slap.

Moline picked up his eyebrows with some surprises. As a result, the box opened and it looked like a box of silver tickets, and all of them were big money tickets, exactly what he needed now.

"Thank you, Jiang Shu, then I will go first." Moline handed the box to the weight, let him collect it, and the two turned and left.

Jiang Quan stood in the yard and watched the two leave. He looked at the door and closed his mouth with a faint smile. The lady did not read the wrong person.

Although Ning Mengyao is now a pregnant woman, she still has to do a lot of things, but every time she is a long time, Qiao Tianchang will be like a long-handed woman, and she will keep on her side, and Ning Mengyao will not bother. .

This time I was busy with an hour, and Qiao Tianchang has already come over: "Yao Yao, you should rest."

"Joe Tianchang, I found that you are getting more and more mother-in-law now." Ning Mengyao said with a grin.

"If you remember your rest time, I am definitely not like this." Qiao Tianchang said in a serious way.

The two couples of the Royal Wind and their sons sat opposite each other and watched this interesting scene: "I said Xiaoyao, how do you toss your man? Make him from a dumb man to the present." I have to say that I really admire you."

Ning Mengyao grabbed his hand and grabbed his own hair. He glanced at the wind and the brother-in-law was gloating.