Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

“Can you walk?” Yunting took the initiative to pick up the light blue canvas bag from the woods and asked.

“Running is fine!” Wood proudly raised his chin and threw the bun on the floor: "Bun, you've been fat lately and running with us to exercise your body. ”

“Okay.” Yunting nodded, looking at the trees' eyes, seemingly carrying some light.

“Look at what? You think I'm the kind of guy who doesn't have sympathy? Just one car, we can run ourselves.” The trees and trees were embarrassed by the clouds, so they took the lead.

Just think of it as, you know, changing the morning run to a suburb.

“Silly daughter-in-law.” When the trees run out, they hear the clouds behind them.

Her hatred, she didn't want to ignore him, just run.

Even though the trees don't turn their heads, they still listen to the clouds in their ears.

Cloudy legs are longer than trees and naturally follow from behind. She was relieved to hear his familiar footsteps.

And that's the sound of Yunting calling.

“Jun, come and get me. ”

“Halfway, yes. ”

Listening to Yunting's voice on the phone, Wood finally understood what he meant by that idiot.

They can still call someone to pick it up. Why didn't she think of that? She thought she was gonna run back.

Why run when there's a car to pick her up?

Wood and wood drums stopped, searched the road for a stone to sit on, and started brushing his cell phone.

And the little bag she dragged to exercise her body was the innocent one, the bag ran much faster than the trees, the little guy, in a proud attitude of selling talent, ran far away, far ahead with the trees and clouds.

But it waits right, not even for its favorite tree owner and the cloudy tall man.

Luckily, the bun ran fast and ran back again, but it made this little thing angry! Humans really don't trust creatures!

The bun sat beside the woods drummedly.

No, it's too small to be noticed by the trees.

Then it just sits on the wooden leg.

The trees were quite smooth and I used to warm my stomach with a bun in my arms. It's autumn, the wind is cool, the bun feels soft and the warmth is good.

Have a good time!

“Ow ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~" Bao tugged his little voice and shouted, trying to break free of the wooden hands, one leaping onto the shoulders of the woods to show his presence.

Wood finally felt the little guy's dissatisfaction, reaching out and patting his little head and playing with his phone.

But it pissed the bun off, and the master didn't love it!

The bag jumped again, jumping from the shoulders of the trees to her hair, ready to learn the look of the clouds and scratch the hair of the trees.

Unfortunately, before the little guy succeeded, he was caught by a big hand.

It's Yunting...

The bun will be quiet in a second, pretty girl!

The smell of Yunting is too scary. It dares not make a scene with Yunting. It can only pretend to be good, pretend to be cute, pretend to be dead. By the way, it makes a "whoop” sound and asks for help from the trees.

Wood listened softly and reached out to take it, trying to save the bag from Yunting.

Wood was supposed to be sitting on a rock, and Yunting stood behind her, and if she wanted to take something from him, she had to stand up.

Wood just stood up, but found that Yunting's expression was somewhat wrong. He dragged her into his arms and held her in his arms. The two of them rolled into the cornfield under the side roadbed.

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da!