Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

“Be good, be patient. Love you when you get back. ”

Yunting comforted the trees and resolutely restarted the car while reopening the baffles on the windows.

Small, private spaces that instantly become spacious and bright.

Wood's heartbeat was still accelerating. She knew how embarrassed she must be, so shy that she simply didn't want to lift her head, she leaned on Yunting's leg and felt his body warm and heartbeat.

By the time the trees returned to God, Yunting's speed had rebooted, and the car was driving from the hall to the main road, and was on its way home at full speed.

The speed of the car is a bit fast, inevitably there will be some shaking, the body of the trees is so crooked, always a little unstable, she is also subconsciously pillowing on Yunting's legs and sleeping with her hands in his waist.

Well, now, the trees can't sleep, but they just force themselves to close their eyes so that they can forget what they felt like for a while, and they've been sucked dry by him.

In the swinging speed of the car, her body also followed by instability, swinging, which made her feel a little cooler, even more vain because of the hands he had drawn from her.

The trees blushed shamefully and dared not say a word.

But under her face, something seemed to move and bounce off her face.

His leg?

The trees stretched their hands across the trousers.

“Uh.”

Cloud Ting made a repressive sound, but did not stop it.

When the tree reacted, she actually just pillowed on him with her face, rubbed it with her face, and finally touched it with her hand, the tree's face became even redder.

Step by step, he also felt the temperature rolling over her face and bounced again, seemingly saying hello to her.

Wood hurried his head back a little, pillowing on Yunting's leg.

But she opened her eyes and found something wrong!

And she looked up, and she saw his place, which was supposed to be flat, and it was huge.

His body was well trained all year round, where he was also extraordinarily large, and every time he asked for forgiveness in the woods.

So she's staring at his male identity right now? The one who did the weird bad stuff?

The trees are embarrassed to want to turn around so they don't have to point at that thing.

Anyone who knew she was about to turn around was pressed with one hand by Yunting:

“Be good and bear with me. I'll give it to you when I get home. ”

WHAT?

The trees have a sense of indisputability. Why is she so unbearable?

What do you mean by that?

You mean I've been thinking about it all spring?

Trees wanted to argue with him so hard, but she looked up at the cold and hard facial contours, and she immediately failed to show up again.

Who made him her man.

Looking at her own little rolling face, she's a bit of a restless suspect.

Then don't flip. Who's afraid of who?

Wood and wood drums rested on Yunting's legs, glaring at a large pair of eyes.

The tree gaze is the flat but muscular abdomen of the clouds, and even across a shirt, you can see a rough shape.

Nice body.

I'm sorry about the trees. I can't help but look down.

This low head, no tenderness, just fright.

Because after she lowered her head, her gaze was that someone was spending a small tent somewhere, and she seemed to be stretching her desires and greeting her.

Wood hurriedly closed his eyes, his heart pounding and pounding.