Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

“You know, I know.” Yunting looked deeply at the trees: “I also know that in three years there will be an artificial flood, if you do not prepare early, your master will probably use your most mysterious Keishi clock. Sacrifice yourself and save the world. ”

How did he know that? Is he like himself?

Wood hearts beat wildly, but they dared not ask. Looking at Yunting with such insanity, is he going to spend the rest of his life with her now, or is that Yunting who says he wants to meet her on Huangquan Road?

“Little fool!” Yunting knocked on the wooden door: “What are you thinking? Good boy, go eat. With me, I won't let anything happen to you and your master. ”

“Mm-hmm.” Wood smiled and bent his eyebrows, but he kept playing the drum and figured out how to help Yun Ting find out about the mysterious tissue.

Since I'm alive again, Master and Yunting can't have an accident!

……

At night, the trees found a large barrel in their bathroom.

“Your arm doesn't fit in the water, so I got you a barrel for a bath.” As Yunting said.

Yes, after the wooden hand injury, it is not convenient to bathe, plus the day of pulling up the mountain is unconditional, she hasn't bathed for six days ~ ~ ~ Yunting doesn't dislike her smell, the woods themselves can't stand it anymore.

“Come here." Yunting waved at the trees.

Wood nodded: “I'll go to Anxiaoqin for help. ”

As soon as her voice fell, she was dragged into her arms by the clouds: “I'll help you. ”

“Ah?” The wooden face was burning badly.

She wanted to wash it, but if Yunting did, she would have a fever on her wooden face as soon as she thought about being honest with him.

“I'm a licensed employee.” Yunting responded seriously and the voice was a little depressed.

Perhaps no one else felt it, but the trees knew that when Yunting became this tone, it must have been nervous.

Does he get nervous too?

The trees were less nervous, turned to look at the clouds and blinked narrowly. Intense eyelashes, like a little brush, brushed on a cloudy heart, itchy, slightly numb.

Before the trees had reacted, Yunting had dragged her into the bathroom.

Fortunately, Yunting did not take off her clothes, but let her bow her head and patiently wash her hair with warm water from the shower.

The fragrance of the shampoo, wandering wildly in the bathroom, is a little distracting to the trees.

Until she washed her hair, Yunting carefully wiped her hair dry and was busy putting water in the barrel.

Wood looked a little obsessed. His hands were supposed to hold a gun. He had led a team to shoot more than a dozen thugs with precision and succeeded in rescuing a leader after killing the enemy with cowardice.

And these are the hands that were washing her hair, and now they're showering her water.

The shyness at the bottom of the woods suddenly became less intense and replaced it with a determination to dedicate himself to him.

Seems to feel the eyes of the trees, the clouds turn around.

“Think about what? ”

“Shall we wash it together?” The trees subconsciously opened their mouths, and after that, they turned red.

She, she, what did she say?

“Yes!” Yunting's lips lifted slightly, without laughing, but it made him feel happy at the moment.

The face of the trees, whether it was steaming or ashamed of itself, pink, red all the way to the neck and ear root.

Do you really want to take it off in front of him?