The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Chapter 1289: Coffin

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Qiao Moshang was alone in the study, with a dazed expression on his face and confusion and panic in his eyes. His name was Qiao Moshang. No, maybe he should be called Coffin, but he was killed by his parents. Just for power and status, they killed their younger brother. He was only fifteen or sixteen years old at that time. He thought he was definitely dead, but he didn't expect that when he woke up, he turned into a baby.

The love between their husband and wife made him a little nostalgic and a little lost, but he was also scared at the same time, especially after Tangtang and Doudou were born.

After Doudou was born, he was worried that what happened in the past would happen again, but he liked his soft younger brother and sister extremely much, especially since their husband and wife had always loved him more, or even more, but he still subconsciously I think this is just an illusion.

When he came back here, he began to practice martial arts hard and learn various things. He even arranged his time to a full schedule, fearing that he would not be able to help playing with his two younger brothers and sisters, and that he would get lost. In this heart-warming father's love, mother's love and close brother-sister relationship.

Although he kept reminding himself not to get close, he finally chose to indulge.

But he didn't know what happened today, and he suddenly did such a thing. Maybe it was because of the arena match, or maybe it was because of Shi Song's unintentional words.

Sitting on the ground casually, Qiao Moshang didn't go out. After dinner in the evening, Ning Mengyao frowned when she saw that he hadn't come out of the study yet: "Tianchang, did you hit him? "

"No, I think so." If he wasn't afraid of Ning Mengyao's anger, he would really want to take action.

Ning Mengyao looked at Qiao Tianchang helplessly: "Tianchang, I'm fine. Let's go ask him out for dinner."

"Yao Yao..."

"It doesn't matter, he is our son." Ning Mengyao shook her head gently. As a mother, how could she go back and blame her son

Qiao Tianchang looked at Ning Mengyao with great disapproval. Such indulgence, is this really good

Regardless of what Qiao Tianchang was thinking, Ning Mengyao walked to the door and knocked gently: "Shang'er, come out for dinner."

Qiao Moshang in the study stared blankly at the door. He heard what they said just now. He thought she would be very angry, but what he said just now, why did he feel like crying

Qiao Moshang was silent for a long time without speaking. Ning Mengyao outside frowned slightly: "Shang'er, can I come in?"

When Ning Mengyao was about to open the door and come in, Qiao Moshang opened the door from inside and walked out, his face tensed up, as if he was thinking about something.

"Let's go to dinner. What do you want to eat?" Ning Mengyao looked at Qiao Moshang and asked with a smile.

Qiao Moshang looked at Ning Mengyao and saw only doting and love on her face and eyes. It was completely different from the two people back then. Even when there was no younger brother, they didn't treat him like this. He just sees the whole world, but with calculations and interests.

"Shang'er? What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Seeing that Qiao Moshang didn't speak, Ning Mengyao thought he was feeling uncomfortable. Thinking that he was in the ring today, she quickly grabbed his hand to check: "Is it okay today?" Are you injured? Shang'er, what's wrong with you? Tell me quickly."

Ning Mengyao's worry reminded Qiao Moshang of what Qiao Tianchang told her.

"I'm fine."

"Ah? Oh, it's fine. Let's go and eat." Ning Mengyao looked a little embarrassed, then said with a smile.

When Ning Mengyao turned around to leave, Qiao Moshang suddenly hugged her from behind and rested his head on her back. Although he was not being held in her arms, the warm feeling was still the same as when he was a child.

"Mom, I'm sorry."

Ning Mengyao was stunned for a moment, then laughed, turned around and hugged him: "Fool, I am your mother, how can I be angry with you?"

Qiao Tianchang squinted at Qiao Moshang. Although he understood that this was a good thing, she seemed to be his wife, right? What kind of hug is this kid holding