Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

Driving a bicycle is another thing that needs to be focused on. It's not a small thing if you get it wrong, if you get it wrong, whether you get hit or not.

Yun Ting's life hates the rich children who act wilfully, drunk or ridiculously hit people, and then use privileges to absolve them of their crimes.

Though he has a good family and merit, Yunting never despises doing these things. If he hits someone one day, he will be punished by law.

Because there is a sword of law hanging in your heart, it is more prudent for Yunting to act.

Even now that the little woods are burning all over his body and his skin is faintly red, Yunting is still trying to concentrate on driving.

What an uneasy little thing after falling asleep, her little face rubbed against his arm as the car swayed.

The ripples of these frictions swung a little in the clouds. Her temperature reminded him that every night they were together, she cried out for forgiveness like a cat, making him feel filled with hearts, even if he died the next moment, there was no regret.

But that fatal thought almost made him want it right here.

Good for Yunting's endurance, the giant waves in his heart rolled over, still waveless on the face, a 10,000-year-old ice face, seriously driving his car.

Fortunately, there are only two of them in the car, accompanied by a white dog sleeping like a tree, or else, I'm afraid the third person will be frostbitten by Yunting's low-pressure ice cube face.

Green light in front, suddenly a car crossed.

Braking violently, Yunting can avoid the tragedy of two cars colliding with each other thanks to his skill.

The car was also scared to death, showing the face of a middle-aged man from the passenger seat, making constant gestures this way, saying sorry.

Yunting didn't stop, and he didn't care what anyone else did, keep driving.

'Cause Yunting is a real pain in the ass now.

Before, Yunting took pity on the trees, knowing that she was weak and tired for two days. Sleeping a little is also a way for her to recover.

She trusted him with all her heart, loved him, and satisfied Yunting's heart.

So the road, even with more waves in his heart, he tried to suppress it and drive the car out of its smoothest state so that the trees could sleep well.

The little white dog slept well with her master.

That brake was the only bump in his smooth speed, and it was a bit bumpy.

People in their sleep are subconsciously looking for safety.

The tree was so turbulent, I don't know if I woke up, I just mumbled confusedly. I didn't seem to feel that Yunting's arm was firm enough. My whole body was simply nestled in Yunting's arms. My head rested on the root of his thigh and my arms held Yunting's waist tightly.

Her arms are clumsy and soft, with thin clothing, subtle touch and temperature, enough to make people feel better.

Best of all, the tree's head was pressed inside his thigh root, her face facing down, drinking hot air.

Even across a layer of cloth, his body could feel her breath.

It's obviously just a few breaths, but that's where it is. Her breath just landed there unintentionally and seemed to greet him.

This goddamn temptation, man can't stand it anymore!

Even if Yunting's strength is better than normal, he's still a person, a normal man.