The General’s Little Peasant Wife

When Ning Mengyao and Yang Lele came home, they just saw Yang Xiuer standing stiffly at their doorstep.

Looking at Yang Xiuer, Ning Mengyao directly ignored it, took out the key and opened the door with Yang Lele and went inside.

"I said, don't enter my house." When Yang Xiuer wanted to come in, Ning Mengyao suddenly spoke.

Yang Xiuer’s expression was awkward, and then she was wronged and looked at Ning Mengyao: “I know that Meng Yao is wrong. Can you forgive me? I will never do such a thing again.”

During this time, Yang Xiuer’s life was really not very good, because her reason was that many children in the village could not continue to follow Ning Mengyao’s words.

Although these have something to do with those people, they have pushed all their responsibilities to their own bodies, and they will be pointed out when they go out, so she is really enough for such a life.

She thought for a long time, although she did not want to, but she still came to apologize to Ning Mengyao, because she knew that only Ning Mengyao forgive her, she learned the money from her and made money, those talents will not continue to look down on themselves. .

"How do you have nothing to do with me, I have given you a chance." The first time she slandered her, she said nothing, pretending not to know about it.

But Yang Xiuer thought she was very bullied and came to the second time. She was not so stupid. There were only two opportunities in her, and there were not many.

Yang Xiuer’s expression was awkward and he pleaded: “I really know that Meng Yao is wrong. I am a ghost, and you will forgive me, okay?”

"Lele we go to your house." Ning Mengyao did not want to continue to talk to Yang Xiuer about these nonsense. After putting down the things in his hands, he said to Yang Lele on the side.

Yang Lele nodded and looked at Yang Xiuer with the things he bought back: "Yang Xiuer doesn't think of everyone as a fool, I think only you are the smartest."

What is her behavior today, as long as she can think about it with a little thought, she does not really want to apologize with Ning Mengyao. She still speaks with Ning Mengyao with her purpose.

"Yang Lele, are you still not interested in her money when you are friends with her?" Yang Xiuer was a bit embarrassed by Yang Lele, and then she stunned Yang Lele and said with sarcasm.

I really told myself how high I was, and finally it was not the same purpose as her.

"Don't think that everyone thinks as dirty as you are." Yang Lele was angry and not showing up on the face.

Ning Mengyao sees Yang Lele like this. The eyes flashed a smile. In Yang Lele, she never felt any purpose. Although she did get a lot from her own, she paid the same.

Just like when she encounters a scorpion on the street, she doesn't think that she is running, but let her go. She believes that Yang Xiuer can't do it. Maybe Yang Xiuer will not launch her.

Yang Xiuer did not respond for a time. When the reaction came, Ning Mengyao had locked the door and left with Yang Lele.

Gently looking at the back of the two people, Yang Xiuer, the heart of Yang Lele hate not, do not let yourself find the opportunity, otherwise she will let Yang Lele regret.

When Yang Lele came home with a lot of things, Yang Zhu and others frowned and began to count Yang Lele: "What are you doing with Lele? Mengyao's money is not from the wind."

Yang Zhu said that he thought that these things were bought by Ning Mengyao, and he was not happy at all.

Yang Lele looked at his old man without words, and said depressedly: "I said, oh, this is what I bought for embroidery and made money."

"Yep?"

Yang’s look at his niece is a bit strange: “How much can your embroidery sell? When you say that you sold the money, don’t you give it back to Mengyao, you are a girl.” Yang Zhu’s number fell, Yang’s Follow the number.

"Yeah, Lele." Yang Yi sat in a chair and looked at her sister, frowning with disapproval.

Yang Lele’s grievances looked at Ning Mengyao and said with sorrow: “You look at Yaoyao. When you come to my house, I have no place. My mother is yours, my brother is yours, poor me.” The mold-like wipe wiped the tears that did not exist.