The General’s Little Peasant Wife

For what Mu Chen wants to say, how can Xiao Yutian not understand? Now Xiao Qifeng is getting more and more people can't understand, especially since he has been here before, but after he refused to leave, he seems to be changing... more crazy.

There are some reckless tastes about what to do. Some of them don’t understand, Xiao Qifeng’s plans and ideas.

"You have a good number in your heart. I don't even say more. In a few days, they should come over. When I am, I will leave." Mu Chen looked at Xiao Yantian's faint opening.

Xiao Yutian said, the subconscious opening asked: "How worried."

"Well, it is time to leave, otherwise we will not be able to leave if we want to leave." Mu Chen thought of the news that Yufeng brought to them, and his eyes gradually became colder, not to mention that they still have a lot of things to do.

Xiao Yutian opened his mouth and wanted to say something. In the end, he did not say it: "Since the big brothers have already decided, then there are so many, I will not say it."

Mu morning nodded: "For Mu Xue, you should not be blindly pet, now she is not worthy of petting her, hurt her."

This is not supposed to be said in the morning, but when I think of Mu Xue, his heart is very powerful.

"Don't think that the words of the morning are too much. I am a woman. I can understand the woman's desires. Mu Xue is no longer her. She may still love you, but for others because she has a son. I don’t have to be like the original.” Situ Wu interrupted Xiao Yutian’s words and said with a sigh.

Xiao Yutian looked at the two, and after a long silence, he nodded: "Don't worry about the big brother, I know what to do."

Mu Chen nodded. "If that's the case, the child is still small. Go and see."

"Then I will go first."

When Xiao Yutian just returned to the yard, he heard the child’s heartbreaking voice.

As soon as his face changed, he quickly walked toward the house. When he walked to the door, he heard the roar from inside. The voice was Mu Xue, and her object was actually their child who had not been born for a long time.

"Cry and cry, you know how to cry." Mu Xue was troubled by the child's quarrel. He looked at the squatting woman on the ground and said impatiently: "What are you doing there? Don't hurry up and take people away." .

The milkmaid on the ground quickly stood up and took the child over in the past. Just walked to the door and saw Xiao Yutian standing faceless.

"Ah... see Wang Ye." The milkmaid was shocked by Xiao Yutian, and the child in her hand was almost thrown to the ground by her.

Xiao Yutian reached out and took the child in the hands of the mother. She saw the child’s white face and had a scratch. Some of them were broken and they were carrying tiny blood beads.

"Who is the child's face hurt?" Xiao Yutian said with a gloomy face.

The child is still small and the skin is tender.

"Yes...is..." The milkmaid squatted on the ground, and did not dare to say that the body was shaking.

Xiao Yutian looked coldly at the milkmaid on the ground and said with angrid: "Say."

"Yes, it is Wang Hao." The milkmaid closed her eyes and said it.

Just now Wang Hao said that he wanted to see the children, and then let them hold the children. Who knows that the child didn’t cry for a while, and Wang did not have a good time, and he did not bother to put the child in the room. Carefully use your fingernails to reach your child's cheeks, and the tender skin will not be scratched.

The young master was crying even more because of the pain in his face, so there was the scene that Xiao Yutian saw just now.

Xiao Yutian could not understand the meaning of the milkmaid, looked down at the wound on his son's face, and couldn't feel distressed, let the butler take the ointment and gently apply the medicine to him.

I don't know if Xiao Xiaotian's movements are too soft, or the smell on his body is too familiar. The little buns gradually twitched and stopped crying.

At that time, the small appearance of twitching from time to time made Xiao Yutian feel bad.

After holding the child for a while and letting it fall asleep, put the child in the arms of the mother: "Be careful, there is something to call the king."