Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

The two of them ate something random and the trees pushed their bikes to school.

“You don't have to be with me anymore. School's so close, I'll go myself. ”

The trees skilfully stuffed the bun in the basket and it was already on the bike. Even if Yunting wants to drive her now, it's too late.

“Goodbye, Yunting ~ ~”

The trees ride their bikes and wave their hands behind their backs.

“Oh.” Yunting looked behind the tree bike and laughed softly.

The trees rose early, the sun had just risen, many people were still sleeping. The trees on the side of the street welcomed the morning light. Occasionally, there were several elderly people who punched Tai Chi and young people running in the morning, and the hotness of the breakfast stall, forming a view of Yanjing.

Trees can't help but remember that in 10 years, the proliferation of private cars will add a little noise to this tranquillity, but she can't change anything and can only grow with the times.

“Ow ~ ow ~"

The bun seemed to wake up and suddenly stood up and shouted awfully.

The wooden bike basket is covered with a soft mat and is now a bun's nest.

But the buns are always quiet and quiet on the road. Why are you suddenly waking up today? Still waving your claws at the back?

“Good boy, don't be ridiculous. I can't save you from falling.” Trees have taught a bun.

“It's all right, I'll save you.” Familiar voices come.

Wood subconsciously crooked her head and saw someone wearing casual clothes and running to catch up with her bike.

Don't say that Yunting's body is really good. He's tall, but he's not too strong, and he doesn't have a small white face. He feels just right. If he thins a little more, he'll feel weak, stronger and too muscular.

He's in the same shape as the girl with the least resistance. Especially since his running posture is very standard, giving him a sense of visual enjoyment.

Abbreviations, fine dining.

A little excitement in the heart of the trees, instant distraction.

As a result, the tree students who used to ride their bikes, people twisted, cars twisted, the whole child poured ~ ~

Fortunately, Yunting's eyes hurried and he held his bike and fished the little guy who fell right into his arms.

Well, just hold the bike. He's really just a smooth guy, and he's used to holding people in his arms.

“You let go.” Wood helplessly crossed this guy who took the opportunity to eat tofu, in fact, it was obviously her own idea to have a great meal.

The trees rekindled their mood, or they got back on their bikes, and Yunting was running beside her, not fast or slow, just parallel to her.

The poor thing is the buns, and when they see Yunting hugging the trees, they are happy and rubbing into their midst. Niehe is now back in the woods, and he wants to rub the clouds, but he is thrown into the basket by the clouds.

The whole set of moves is skilled and natural. I really don't understand how Yunting trained this guy out of books.

“What are you doing here?” The trees ask.

“Morning practice.” "Running everywhere," said Yunting. ”

“Oh.”

So tacitly one rides a bike and one runs. The scene is surprisingly harmonious.

“Go to school. What time is it today? I have some business during the day. I'll pick you up this afternoon. ”

“The three major classes ended at 11: 00 in the morning, and there were two college English lessons in the afternoon. I took time off, and I was going to go back to the store to get some flowers. ”

“Home for lunch? ”

“Mmm!”

“Okay, I'll pick you up at noon.” Yunting nodded.

Until the trees refuse, the clouds have accelerated in the opposite direction.

What morning practice? There's no reason to run back and forth, obviously to find a chance to send trees.