The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Chapter 1917: Praise me or hurt me

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But it would not be the case with Ning Mengyao and the others. They would treat him as an ordinary person and let him do various things. Only at this time did he feel that he was still a human being and not a puppet. .

This was the first time Wen Yumin and the others heard Wen Yujing say such words. After being stunned for a while, Wen Yumin frowned tightly: "Grandma and the others will not agree."

"Whether I want to do that or not is my business. Whether they agree or not is also their own business. Also, I have listened to their words for twenty years. I don't want to live like a puppet in the future. , I have really had enough of days like this." Wen Yujing looked at his eldest brother and said word by word.

Looking at Wen Yujing like this, Ning Mengyao frowned slightly and reached out to pat him on the shoulder: "Let's talk about it later, Wen Yumin, don't force him, he has too many things suppressed in his heart, and I just told him Same, he is a human being, not a puppet, and he will do things according to other people's arrangements if he can't do anything. If your mother and grandma really love him, they will understand this truth. "

Qiao Tianchang glanced at Wen Yumin, then frowned and said, "Only by letting him go can he grow up. I don't know why you lock people up at home. But if you do this, not only can you not let him grow up, His happy life will make him very depressed. Which person with sound limbs would be willing to be treated as if his limbs are not working hard by his family? If it were you, would you be willing? "

Wen Yu and Min were silent at the same time. They both looked at Wen Yujing with complicated expressions. They didn't know if they could do as well as Wen Yujing if it were them.

Wen Yujing lowered his eyes and did not look at Wen Yu and Min. He just stood quietly beside Ning Mengyao. People who have only been together for a short time can understand him, but his relatives know nothing.

Do you think that if you have arranged everything for him, then you are doing him a favor

"When we met Xiao San, he wanted to learn how to make barbecue, and we agreed. Even though the food he baked for the first time didn't taste good, and even though it wasn't fully cooked, he was very satisfied. Can you understand?" Ning Mengyao looked at the two of them and asked with a frown.

He was always so heartless, always had so many questions, and talked so much. Now it seemed that he was simply covering up the loss in his heart.

Wen Yumin was silent for a while, then nodded: "I know about this, and I will help him tell his parents."

If this is really what the mistress is looking forward to, then he can agree to it. Maybe this way, he will be much happier.

Sure enough, when Wen Yujing heard his words, he couldn't help laughing: "Thank you, brother."

"You don't need to say thank you to us. It was because we didn't pay attention to you before that we let you do this. We won't let you do this anymore." Now that she knew what he was thinking, Wen Yumin would naturally not let it go like this.

Wen Yujing smiled and did not continue talking.

"By the way, I seemed to have seen people from the Xiao family just now. What were they doing? Why do I think they are looking for someone?" Ning Mengyao glanced at the place curiously.

Wen Yujing looked over calmly, and then said without caring at all: "Well, it's true that they are looking for someone. When we were looking for you just now, there was an idiot from the Xiao family who said he deserved it, and then I let him Xue buried her too, and that person is not as powerful as my sister. According to their method of searching, by the time they find the person, he will either be dead or half dead."

"Mistress, are you good enough?" Ning Mengyao said speechlessly.

"Thank you, sister. I'm definitely not as good as you." Wen Yujing laughed, with obvious embarrassment on his face.

Ning Mengyao's face turned dark immediately. What was this kid talking about

"Xiaosan, are you praising me or hurting me?" Ning Mengyao said without curiosity.

"That must be a compliment to you."

"Why do I think you are hurting me?" Ning Mengyao looked at Wen Yujing with disgust, as if Wen Yujing would shoot him out if he said another word.