The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Qiao Tianchang looked at his son's scorpion in a sorrowful look, and reached out and squeezed his fleshy face to show punishment.

"You little things, people are not big, your heart is still not small, can you still have something about you?" Qiao Tianchang looked at the woodcarving in the hands of Jomo.

To be honest, it’s really not good for him to sell this thing. He can only see that it is two people, but it’s good from his age.

"Niangyin bully me, he pinches my face, what if I pinch my bun face? It will not be good to see it at the time." Jomo looked at his mother-in-law.

Ning Mengyao squeezed his hand and felt surprisingly good, while Jomo Mou looked at her silly.

I don't understand very much. I am obviously complaining. How can I still be pinched by my mother?

Staying stunned and stunned and watched Ning Mengyao for a while, Jomo Mo wowed and turned and fell in the arms of Jomofeng.

"My brother and my mother are pinching my face. Can you show me if you have pinched it into a steamed buns?" Jomo Mou looked up nervously and looked at Jomo Maple. The look that looked worried made Jomo Maple really Didn't hold back, laughed.

"brother……"

"No, it's still that handsome."

"Hey, if it's a pinch, it's just right. Put it on the steamer and steam it and you can eat it." Qiao Tianchang shook his head with regret. It seemed that he couldn't eat Jomo. regret.

Ning Mengyao smiled and looked at Qiao Tianchang’s own son. The smile on his face has never fallen.

And Jomothan is looking at his family.

"It's bad, I don't like me anymore." Jomo was flat and flat, and looked like a grievance.

When Joe Tian saw that he was almost as funny as he was, he walked over and reached out and hugged the person up.

This is the favorite game of Jomothan at the time of Tongbaozhai. Every time he looks at the side, Ning Mengyao feels frightened and afraid that his son will be thrown to the ground by him.

"Tian Chang, you are careful." Ning Mengyao listened to his son's giggling voice, could not help but say.

"Do not worry, he only has a little more, nothing." Qiao Tian said without saying back.

However, after throwing it a few more times, it really stopped moving, just holding the child tightly in his arms.

"Don't you think about it?"

"Think, when do you take your children to ride horses? You don't take them without them." Jomo screamed.

In fact, not everyone in Tongbaozhai is unwilling to take him, but he is not willing to go down if he doesn't play enough. Every time he gets red and swollen on both sides of his thigh.

After a few more times, they also learned to learn, no matter what Joe Mog said, he did not agree to let him go horse riding.

Stretched and pinched his son's fleshy butt, he still didn't know what happened to his son?

"Are you naughty?"

"Nothing." Jomo Moss quickly shook his head. Can he say that he is naughty in front of him? Of course not, this has to be said, then his desire to ride a horse can be ruined.

"You, you are still young, you can't ride for a long time, your body can't stand it, wait for you to be as big as your brother, how about giving that horse to you?" Qiao Tianchang followed his son. discuss.

Jomo’s eyes blinked and the horse was stunned? Super cool, he likes it, just don't even ride it.

"Really?" Jomomo looked at Joe Tianchang with a burning gaze.

"It’s really not the one that is awkward. It’s another one. It’s more handsome and more powerful than the one you’ve got. It’s a lot of time for you to find it.” BMW, especially the one that is prepared for Jomo, is the best one in the middle, and of course the others are not too bad.

Originally, I heard that the horse was not Joe Tianchang. Jomo Mou was still a little unhappy, but he heard that Joe Tianchang said that when his horse was even more powerful, the expression could not be seen immediately.

"Then I listened." Jomogan said quickly and easily.

Qiao Tianchang shook his head with a funny smile. This kid now knows that the wind is turning the rudder.

Ning Mengyao looked at the way the father and son got along, could not help but call it.