Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

Yes, her master is talking about all kinds of magic. Naturally, she thinks that trees should also look at light love.

But the trees just couldn't bear to see, she now easily accepted Yun Ting and let her split with him, she didn't want to.

“You just have a bottom in your heart.” Professor Lin is reluctant to talk more about this: “Marriage is not forbidden in our doorway, but I do not recommend that you invest too much emotion and influence practice. With your talent, there is still some hope that the future can be broken. ”

The trees don't even listen!

What breakthroughs, what talents, what she doesn't want, what she wants, is just a cloud rage.

“Master, rest, I won't bother you. ”

“Wood.” The old Taoist sighed: “Do you want to know who you are? ”

“No.” The trees shook their heads: “They don't want me anymore, I'm just the master. ”

Wood always wanted to know who her biological parents were, why she left her behind and why she was an orphan.

But the trees are a little scared now. Her instincts are that Professor Lin won't let her get too deeply involved with Yunting. Perhaps it has something to do with her nature.

If that were the case, she'd rather never know who she was. Rather than leaving her family behind, she wants to be surrounded by the real clouds.

Professor Lin looked behind the trees and didn't know what he was thinking.

Nor did Lin Tianlang ask. He silently poured a pot of hot tea and changed it for Master.

Though seemingly harsh and unreliable, Master actually loves wood the most in his heart. If I had to have the hard work, I wouldn't have beaten Faithful.

After all, Cloud Ting is a noble man and is most helpful to the monastic people. It was no loss for the trees to marry him, and he was deeply fond of the trees. Their marriage should be blessed and fulfilled, no matter how they see it.

Master must have some hard feelings about doing this, but Master Lin can't understand either.

……

The trees returned to the room with their mouths clasped, feeling a little depressed.

“What's the matter? Your master taught you a lesson?” Yunting pulled the wooden hand and stuffed a large lollipop in her hand.

“I'm an adult, don't eat such childish food!” Wood protested, but couldn't resist ripping the lollipop pack and putting it in his mouth.

“The mooncake was ripped through?” Looking at the look of wooden and wood drums, Yunting asked.

But the trees held the lollipop, turned their faces, looked seriously at the clouds and asked a question:

“Yunting, let's have a baby. ”

“No.”

“Are you just like the old man who waited three years for me to return it?” The more the trees say, the more they grieve.

“Idiot.” Yunting bounced off the tree's head: “You're only eighteen years old and it's too early to have a baby. We didn't say yes, when you graduated from college. ”

“I don't care, I want kids. Once you have a baby, you can't return me.” The trees suddenly pushed hard, and the whole crowd lay down on the clouds.

Wood moves are a bit clumsy but firm. She is now trying to pull the clothes off the clouds, trying to take off this obstacle.

But she's not familiar. Why is she so hard to get off?

The trees were pulling around, igniting the temperatures of the clouds, and the clothes hadn't been ripped off.

Yunting watched the little girl flirt with patience. When she couldn't watch it, she was reminded: “This is me, the hooded one. ”