Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

Yunting's four-house is a traditional old four-house model, and he bought himself an area that could accommodate several families. It's not too crowded to stay in more than a few people, it's the equivalent of a few small suites.

Yunting and the trees live in the master bedroom with their own kitchen guards. Modern equipment such as showers and flushing toilets have been added to the original quadruple yard.

After dinner, Yunting went to take a bath, and the wooden wooden nest played with one hand on a soft bed and even watched the phone.

Listen to the noise of the water in the bathroom, the trees only react to a problem.

They're two, one room, one bed.

It's still her, never had an experience.

She herself was surprised that two people in the last life were not twisted enough. They refused to confess their hearts like hedgehogs. In the end, nobody forced anyone. Ten years of marriage was still there.

Yunting took a quick bath, the trees were still stunned, and he had already come out.

He wrapped a bath towel under his waist, revealing his chest, firm belly, but not stretched muscles, and appeared to have a sense of concerted strength.

Wood subconsciously swallowed saliva. Her husband was so handsome and in such good shape, she was mentally retarded so she didn't eat and wipe him dry?! No, this world must be pushed to him.

Seeing the burglar's little eyes that the trees admire, Yun Ting is a little thankful for his body. Feels good to be liked by her.

Even if it were you, Yunting would have to tie her heart. He couldn't let his little wood leave him and run off with another man.

She promised him a covenant. Don't rely!

In the barracks, they slept together, but beneath the open air, at best, there was nothing as obscure as a bed.

And the red sheets, the red wedding duvet, more ambiguous atmosphere.

The trees searched a little vaguely for a place to get into the duvet.

She's not tall, she's thin, she's stuck in a little bunch of duvets, like a curly cat.

Yunting suddenly felt his voice was a little dry.

Wood heads up: “Why don't you sleep? ”

“Oh, sleep.” Yunting lifted the quilt to bed somewhat nervously.

One more look at the reddish pink face around him revealed a fatal problem:

This bed is huge, but there's only one quilt!

These household items were prepared by Wang Ma by Yunting. Wang Ma heard that Yunting's house was prepared to bring her daughter-in-law to live with her after marriage and naturally had to be prepared according to the standards of matrimonial status.

“The queen bed is rolling and sleeping together.” If Yunting had a problem, Mother Wang would have answered him like this.

This logic, Yunting also understands, but right now, the arms of the trees are untouchable... damn it! Is this a test of his restraint?

Cloud Ting took a deep breath and lifted the quilt away from herself in silence, all wrapped in wood.

And he leaned against the bed and looked at the trees wrapped in stumps.

Wood looked up at him, and he kicked his quilt with a small mouth. “Yun Ting, you big bad bastard, you want to heat me up? Huh!”

Although Yanjing is in the north, the weather in September, even at night, is still hot.

Cloud Ting looked at the trees struggling with his eyes and quilt, retrieving his gaze with care, sighing, or pressing the switch on the bed.

He's afraid he'll have to watch it again.

After turning off the light, the moonlight lights lightly across the curtains, a little light, but still feels unusually dark.

Some of the trees are not adapted to this darkness and almost subconsciously reach out and hold the man around them.

The trees are afraid of the dark, as they have been since childhood.

Just because she was afraid of the dark when she was a child, her master, Daoist Ling, went to the market with a thick face and bought her a doll bear. She heard that the old Taoists had laughed at her on the road and knew the dolls.

Now that there are no doll bears, the trees can only hold Yunting as a doll bear for the time being.

But after the bath, Yunting only had a bath towel wrapped around his waist, and his upper body was not wearing anything.