The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Mu Chen looked at Mu Xue, who was stunned because of Situ’s words, and thought of that time, the skinny little child, really found the black grandfather with a strange character, and had a chance to live with her sister.

"After the next year, because you are greedy, you are taken away. At that time, we all went out. Mengyao, who had just been practicing martial arts, took a few people who would be martial arts at home to save you. Come back, the price she paid for this was that the ribs were broken three times and there were many bruises on the body. In order not to worry about guilt, she went to another hospital, let us tell you that she was in a hurry to deal with it, so I hurried away." Mu Chen said hoarse voice.

There are so many things like this.

At that time, Mu Xue was a little proud, and it was easy to offend people when he was doing things. But she was born to think that they were there, and nothing would happen, so it was always a disaster.

Every time she cleaned up her mess, Ning Mengyao, the youngest child among them.

Mu Xue kept shaking his head and didn't believe what they said.

"I don't believe what you said, you are all fake." Snow licked his ears and did not want to listen to them.

How is this possible?

Stuart smiled coldly, so that escaping from reality is really her style.

"Believing and not believing that is your own business, but she always remembers her contribution. The things you have done are good for yourself, and it is not good to say, that is the ugly white-eyed wolf." In the morning, I looked at Mu Xue and said one word at a time.

"Let's go in the morning." Situ sighed, she thought, Mu Xue couldn't listen to them. If so, what else can be said.

Mu morning nodded and left with Situ.

Looking at the back of their departure, they wanted to leave them, but they didn't have any qualifications and could only let them leave.

There is only Mu Xue alone in the room, a quiet environment, so Mu Xue can not help but think of what they said, a flash of confusion in her eyes, is she really wrong?

Are these what they say are true? But...but why don't you remember?

Stretching your hand on your chest, what is the feeling of sourness?

Xiao Yutian stood at the door and looked at Mu Xue, who was in a bed, and shook his head in disappointment.

He also heard the words just now, but it feels like it is really similar to him and Tianchang.

Tian Chang also saved their lives many times, but the last thing they got was their backs. They were right in the morning. They said that they are good for themselves. In fact, they are all ungrateful white-eyed wolves.

Mu Chen’s mood was still a little excited. He looked at the front with his lips cold and cold, and Situ, who was on the side, looked at him with some worry.

"Are you okay in the morning?"

"I'm fine, I just thought that Yao Yao had concealed this. It wasn't really a good thing." They all know that they can't know anything about Mu Xue, as if these are other people's things, just like her. The relationship is not the same.

Situ Wu looked helplessly at Mu Chen, and her heart was a little uncomfortable.

The children who have been spoiled by their hands have actually done a lot for them, whether it is Mu Xue or they are worthy of it. What Ning Mengyao did for them privately is really difficult.

"Well, I don't want to do this. I got the news. They will come tomorrow, clean up, and leave the day after tomorrow." Mu Chen took a deep breath and left the heavy feeling in his heart, watching Situ Yu said.

Situ snorted, she did not want to continue to stay here, and then look at such Mu Xue, she really did not know what to do.

Xiao Qifeng’s mood was not very good these days. I didn’t get what I wanted. They didn’t get any news there, and everything seemed to be in a deadlock.

Suddenly Xiao Qifeng coughed up and kept coughing.

As before, the blood was still stained, and the lips were close. Xiao Qifeng’s eyes were not urgent, but became helpless.

He seems to have done something wrong, but now, how can he give him a chance to look back?