Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

The trees read the scriptures, because her master, Daoist Ling, always told the trees that our doorway was better than the Buddha Gate, free and good to eat.

We can eat meat, they can only eat vegetables, light birds come out, life is not even so much fun.

At that time, the trees were small and girls. The Daoist was embarrassed to tell her about Buddha's quitting colour, but he could only keep talking about eating.

So now, the tree subconsciously feels that Yunting brought her to Ramadan to torture her.

No meat buns, no meat vegetables, no meat soup, no meat, everything. How do you eat it?

Wood can't even think about it.

“I don't do it, I don't do it, I don't do it.” She could only wretch the clouds with pity.

Born Cloud Ting's heart is particularly hard today. No matter how turbulent the trees are, the principle is very strong. Dead or alive is not going to leave.

“Yunting, I was wrong. I was joking with you. I didn't think you were mean. If you don't have enough money, there's me.

I've made a lot of money. I'll feed you. ”

They were all at the dining table, and the tree students were still reading in pieces, continuing to fight against her unwillingness to eat fast food.

Yunting was really mean, just ignoring her.

“Yunting, look how thin I am. I need some meat.” The trees pity Baba and stare at the clouds with their eyes full of water.

“Mm-hmm.” Yunting really took care of her, and in his way, told her to shut up.

Because his lips are going to be completely blocked by him, he can't even talk this time.

The trees only felt the heavens and the earth spinning, their bodies completely ignoring their own calls, enthralled in his breath, and then became unusually soft.

It's like a snowflake, completely melted into water.

Although it is not the first time he has not spoken to them personally, it should be said that they are also small couples who are grinding their ears, such as glue and paint. Such things already have some experience and body odor for the trees.

But under the attack of Yunting, she still failed to defeat the army.

She was soft and seemed born to fit him perfectly. Wrapped in his breath, she actually had a kind of suffocating tenderness wrapped in warm water.

This feeling gives the trees a feeling of happiness that they can't breathe, rather than time stagnation.

When Yunting let her go, the trees were almost soft on the ground.

Luckily, Yunting held her up and placed her gently against the chair.

Looking at it, Yunting felt that the chair was too big and the wooden board was too small. It was pathetic to lean alone on it.

He pulled her again and simply pulled her into his arms, letting her lean on his shoulder.

The trees at this time are no longer messy, and the silence is a mess.

As soon as he pulled her, she leaned quietly and stopped racing about Ramadan. Her lips were bitten a little reddish, the color grew brighter, and she was delicately hot and charming like an opium su flower.

Her fair face was also stained with a peachy glow, like a ripe apple, which made people bite.

Unfortunately, Yunting had just passed by and was interrupted by knocking.

“Master, your fast food.” A few waiters in linen robes and a monk's hat pushed several food trucks over.

There are several wonderful dishes on each of the food trucks.

This breath actually served them eighteen dishes!

The trees looked back and stared at the 18 dishes. Her little bun, like the trees, killed her eyes and stared straight at the eighteen dishes in front of her.