Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

As soon as Su Xinlan's voice went down, he had a powerful hand and took the black charcoal from the wood.

The trees turned their heads, and on top was the firm face of the clouds.

Plus, he's stuffing black coke into his mouth.

“Don't eat it, it's burnt.” The trees tried to grab it from Yunting, but she was not tall enough and not worth enough force to grab it at all.

The trees couldn't help but scratch the cradle of the clouds.

Yunting just turned around and stuffed things in his mouth three times and five times apart, and let the trees roam.

Xinlan Su went out with their own finished products in a very eye-catching manner, leaving the kitchen to the trees and Yunting.

“Yunting, are you stupid? It tastes so bad...” The trees are about to cry.

“Well, it's pretty bad. Next time do more, I'll take it to the army for training.” Yunting nodded.

Eh... can't you comfort someone?

Wood helplessly whitened a glance and suddenly didn't want to care about him! Anyway, I ate everything!

Seeing a small look of wood drum, Yunting couldn't help but feel great and reached out and caressed her face.

The tree hurried back, and the tree had mastered his habits for the bastard whose body movements were constantly evolving into a war of return.

“It's Mid-Autumn Festival, and I have guests, and I'm making mooncakes.” The trees, by the way, gave out their reasons without a heart. So, we can't go back to the room right now.

Yunting's hand fell on the wooden face and rubbed it gently on her cheek.

“Go look in the mirror. ”

“Hmm?” Wood rushed to the bathroom to look in the mirror. She was scared to look at herself. A few black and white marks on one face were spectacular.

Wait, these are the ones. The trees compared to the imprint, how did it feel like the last time Yunting wiped it.

“This nigger! ”

The trees washed their faces smoothly and wondered why Yunting was still in the kitchen and chased them over again.

At this time, Yunting was wearing an apron and was making peace.

“Are you going to cook yourself?” Clean up the trees on your little face. The water spirits look much cleaner and you can't help but want to bite. But no flower cat was cute just now.

“Baked mooncakes.” Yunting also touched the face of the trees with his fingers on the face.

The trees have eaten a loss once, so they won't fall for the second time. They rushed away.

“Good boy, sit aside and don't mess around. ”

“Oh.” Wood sat on the kitchen bench.

Few of them lived in the house, the rooms were spacious and the kitchen was large. There are also two small benches on the side that allow people to sit and chat while choosing dishes.

Wood sits on a small bench, crooked his head and rubbed his face.

Yunting had just returned home without changing his clothes, just taking off his jacket and wearing a military green short-sleeved casual shirt, revealing bronze arms and firm muscles.

Camouflage trousers don't expect to outline long leg lines, they can't hold the height of a metre or eight, hold anything with standard long legs, and stand tall like camouflage trousers, which he has long training habits.

With his hard and handsome face, the yellow man's unique bronze skin will not be too dark or white.

Originally a blood-sprayed posture, it was destroyed by a flower cloth apron.

The last sight of the trees fell on the apron of the clouds. This is what Yunting just pulled down from the woods, and then surrounded himself.