The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Since Jomo Maple came to them, he has been helping to bring the little monkeys. The little monkeys also like to sleep with their brothers and play together. If this is left, can the little monkey adapt?

"Little monkey?" Feng Wei looked at Ning Mengyao accidentally. Is this her son? Calling such a name?

"Well, it’s a little monkey. When it was born, it was crumpled and the skin was red." Ning Mengyao nodded and told Feng Xiao, the source of Xiaomo’s nickname. At the end, he added: "This name only I can call you alone."

"No one will call you except you." Qiao Tianchang spoke on the side.

The son is obviously white and tender, and the partial birth was called a small monkey by Ning Mengyao. This is a good time, if it grows up... I feel helpless when I think about it.

Ning Mengyao nodded of course: "Of course."

Feng Wei looked at Ning Mengyao: "Are you sure your son will not be angry?"

"Definitely not." Ning Mengyao said with a certainty.

"Okay, it's time to go."

It was half a month, Ning Mengyao, they finally returned to the base camp, standing in front of this large empty ground, Feng Yan they had some accidents: "Here?"

"Yeah, you will know later." Ning Mengyao nodded, then nodded to Qingxuan.

Qing Xuan went to the side, and did not know what to do. The empty place, there was a passage of one person.

When Feng Wei followed them with Ning Mengyao, his face was shocked.

"It’s no wonder that I haven’t found it for so long.” Feng Xiao’s subconscious opening said.

Ning Mengyao nodded of course: "If this is so easily found by you, do we still have to mix?"

Feng Yan looked at Ning Mengyao: "You should be stunned."

"That is."

Ning Mengyao went to his house with Fengqi. They just heard the sound of Jomofeng at the door: "When you are careful, you can't go there."

Looking down at the little buns that ran out, the subconsciously reached out and slid into his arms and held: "Is the little monkey thinking about her mother?"

Jomo blinked at the person in front of him, then subconsciously reached out to Ning Mengyao's neck: "Mother is bad, bad, ignore the little monkey."

Listening to Jomothan’s self-proclaimed, Ning Meng Yao’s music, Joe Tian’s face is dark, and his son is really.

"The little monkey is not angry. Will you take me with you in the future?" Ning Mengyao reached out to his son's nose and said with a smile.

"Okay." Jomo Mou looked at the side of Joe Tian Chang out of the chubby hand: "Hold."

Qiao Tianchang reached out and took his son, and turned his hands in his hands. He felt that he had not seen her for a while, and his son was fat.

Jomothan’s gaze suddenly fell on Feng Xiao’s body, looking at Feng’s face and blinking: “Like his brother, he is old.”

Ning Mengyao and others stunned and let the laughter come out, especially Ning Mengyao. If it wasn't for Joe Tian, ​​she might have smiled up at this time.

Stretched and pinched his son's face: "Who taught you what?" Ning Mengyao's surprise discovery, the son said something seems a lot more, and the thinking is still very clear.

You know that it is now more than a year old.

The phoenix's forehead squats straight, and even the maple on the side can't help but laugh. This little guy is so cute.

"Mother." Jomao Feng, who followed, saw a flash of surprise in the eyes.

"爹娘, you are back."

Ning Mengyao went to Jomo's body and reached out and rubbed his head: "How are you doing? Are you lazy?"

"No, the gentleman here is very good." Jomo Feng said with his eyes bright.

"In this case, I will check it later." Qiao Tianchang in front of Jomo Feng, often plays the role of a strict father, so it is a matter of course to say this.

"Well, let me tell you..." Jomo Feng said what happened during this time, and what he had learned, with Joe Tianchang.

Feng Yan stood on the side and watched his son call others jealousy. He was so close to others, his heart was sour, and he didn't look at it. It meant that it was all your fault.