The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Qiao Tianchang can't, can only threaten to give a choice, and let Jomo choose it.

Jomomo listened, and quickly squatted in the arms of Qiao Tianchang, but the eyes that swayed and turned around, I knew that I was definitely playing bad ideas.

Ning Mengyao looked at the interaction between the father and the son, could not help but shake his head and laughed, walked to the chair on the side and sat down, watching Joe Tianchang take the child to jog in the racecourse, until Jomo After being sleepy on horseback, I stopped.

Qiao Tianchang holding his son down from the horse, his face is helpless: "How does the child like to ride horses so much?" To come down, he said that he did not agree, this just had action, his little face Just wrinkled together.

Ning Mengyao looked at Qiao Tianchang's helpless look and couldn't help but whispered softly: "Maybe it is inherited, do you not like horse riding?"

Qiao Tianchang brows his face, but he doesn't like it much. Just after entering the military camp, the most contacted is the horse. This habit has slowly come down, and he has a favorite attitude towards the horse.

"Let's go back."

"it is good."

When the husband and wife took Jomo to go back, they had been there for a long time.

"You went to the racecourse? How long?"

Ning Mengyao sat on the side of Mei Ruolin, but helplessly spread the staller: "No way, the little monkey is not willing to come down when riding, if it is not asleep, I am afraid that this time is still in the racecourse." Yao said a little bit dumbfounding.

Mei Ruolin looked at Joe Tianchang who went upstairs and suddenly burst into laughter: "He is really a competent father."

Ning Mengyao shook his head with a funny smile. It was not a competent father. It was a punishable dad.

"Right, sister May, are you here waiting for us?"

"Well, just got the news, Nangong Yan left from Xiao Luoyan's side. I don't know where I went. We guessed that he might have gone to Miaojiang."

Xiao Orange and Bai Mo are still there. Seeing Nan Gongyan's appearance is not like Xiao Huangya's selfishness, so they will take such speculation for granted.

Ning Mengyao brows slightly wrinkled: "Go to Miaojiang? Oh, I don't know, he still has any face to see my mother."

Now the relationship between Xiao Orange and Bai Mo is very good. Xiao Orange Ya seems to have the meaning of accepting white ink. In her eyes, Bai Mo and Xiao Orange are a pair. How can she let Nan Gongyan destroy them? The feelings that have just been consolidated.

"Don't Xiao Luoyan say anything? Directly let it go?" Ning Mengyao is more curious about this.

Nangong Yan can now be said to be the chess piece in the hands of Xiao Luoyan. His own chess pieces have disappeared. Can he still care nothing?

"How can he let him go? He has sent people to look for it, but Nangong Yan is not white in this place. If he is not controlled, he wants to avoid Xiao Luoyan. It is also very easy." Said the eye.

For the man named Nan Gongyan, he now has a little good feeling.

Ning Mengyao nodded. "I know, I will tell them in the past and let them be careful."

However, Ning Mengyao did not know that when she had not written a letter, Nangongyan had already appeared in front of the white ink.

Nangong Yan looked at Xiao Orange and Bai Mo with a sigh of anger. When he saw him, his face was very cold, as if he was just a stranger passing by.

"Ya, when did you have such a relationship with him?" The tone of questioning made Xiao Orange unable to smile.

Xiao Huangya looked at Nangongyan, who suddenly appeared in front of them. The expression in her eyes was so indifferent and ironic: "Nan Gongyan, what identity do you use to question me? Who do I have a good relationship with, do you need your consent? ”

"You are my wife." Nan Gongyan said with a bite.

wife? Xiao Huangya stunned and then laughed at herself: "Are we hired through the three media, or have we visited the hall? Nan Gongyan, why I have been in a coma for nearly 20 years, and you know it in your own heart."