The General’s Little Peasant Wife

This time he is already scared. Once again, he will follow the crash.

"After the time of this event, we will take the little monkey, and the maple child, as well as the children in the belly, in Baishan Village, no matter what is going on outside, when they are older, we will go around and play. Okay?" Ning Mengyao grabbed the arm of Qiao Tianchang, with a promise in his voice, and some self-willedness.

"Well, listen to you, as long as you think, where do you want to go in the future, we will go somewhere, then think about the children, and we will go back." Qiao Tianchang's relatives lingered in the ear of Ning Mengyao. .

Relying on Qiao Tianchang's arms, Ning Mengyao said and closed his eyes. This time he slept much more than he just did, and let Qiao Tianchang let go of his heart.

After waiting for people to sleep, Qiao Tianchang whispered downstairs and made some food for Ning Mengyao. When he was ready to go down, he saw Ning Mengyao draped his hair and ran off even if he didn't wear shoes.

"What's wrong with this?" Qiao Tianchang walked over and slid it up, put it on the sofa in the living room, and touched her cold feet, and the brow couldn't help but wrinkle.

"You said you can't leave."

"I just worried that if you wake up, you will be hungry and give you something to eat." Qiao Tianchang pointed to the food on the table.

Ning Mengyao reached out and touched her stomach and found that she was indeed hungry.

"I am hungry and my baby is hungry."

"Okay, let's eat." Qiao Tianchang released Ning Mengyao and went to the table to bring the food over. Just put it, the two children had already walked over with their hands.

"mother."

"Mother, eat." Jomo smashed his hands and feet and climbed onto the sofa, staring at the food on the table.

Qiao Tianchang stretched his hand and pinched his son's face: "You don't have to look at it, there is something you eat."

A family of four intimate eating, which makes the outside of the wind they are relieved a lot.

"It seems that there is a way for Tian Yao to recover, but this is not the case." The wind seems to be on the side of the people, especially Mu Xue.

"I know." Mu Xue lowered his head and said bitterly.

Although they did not show any unhappiness, Mu Xue knew that they were all angry with her, reached out and touched their stomachs, felt the beating inside, and finally had some comfort in their hearts.

No matter what, she still has children, and even if they are angry again, they can't really give her anyhow.

Fortunately, they do not know what Mu Xue thought in the wind, otherwise they have to take her head apart and see what she is thinking.

In the days that followed, Mu Xue would not appear in front of Ning Mengyao unless necessary. Although Ning Mengyao was somewhat uncomfortable, he did not say anything. At the very least, he could avoid some embarrassment.

Qiao Tianchang really said the same thing as he said. In addition to cooking, there are still some things that must be dealt with. Otherwise, I have never left Ning Mengyao.

Lei An looked at the boss like this, and his heart was a little uncomfortable: "Boss, she is okay with her nephew?"

"Nothing, if it's okay, you will let Yang Lele come over to chat with your nephew." Someone is accompanying, maybe she won't think so much in her heart.

"it is good."

Yang Lele and Ning Mengyao whispered in the living room, and Jomo took a pair of big eyes and curiously looked at the little child on the sofa.

Reach for a poke, poke again, then look at your hand, squinting: "Mother, soft."

Ning Mengyao looked at her son with a smile, and Yang Lele apologized and smiled: "Little monkey, can't poke his brother's face."

"Little brother."

"Yes, this is my brother."

Jomo was frowning and seemed to be thinking about important issues. After a long while, he finally said: "Not a younger brother."

Ning Mengyao looked at his son with a mistake: "This is the younger brother."

"Mother and younger brother." Qiao Mozhen insisted, and also walked up and down from the sofa, swaying to Ning Mengyao, stretched out his hand and touched his stomach: "Brother."