Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

Wood and trees were angry, ashamed and angry by the bastard Yunting, and he reached out and slapped his leg.

After all, she was heartbroken and couldn't bear to fight somewhere.

The clouds don't move like mountains, let the trees toss.

Had it not been for his exuberant desire, the trees would have been deceived by his serious-looking, frosty face.

Major General Yunting is a true gentleman, let the little woman torment him, he is not tempted.

In fact, as soon as they returned to their quartet and parked, Yunting couldn't wait to get off with the trees.

“I can walk myself! Who wants you to hug!” The trees are still grumpy.

He held her, and across the clothes, that thing poked her in the ass.

This makes the trees even more embarrassing and embarrassing.

Yunting never let go, let her struggle like a fish away from the water, he just won't let go.

He took her home, took her back to her bedroom and put her on the bed.

When I got to the bedroom and locked the door, Yunting answered the words of the trees: “I'm going faster. Just in case you have to wait. ”

“Who's in a hurry? I'm not that kind of person!” Wood and wood rushed, and he came with his mouth: “Big bad clouds! ”

“Well, there's worse.” Yunting pulled his shirt button apart and pounded on it.

“Hmm...”

Without waiting for the trees to speak, her lips were sealed off again.

Her body, in his hegemonic action, opened up a little bit and slipped beneath him into a piece of mud.

Afterwards, the trees had given up thinking and were subconsciously led by him, leaving her to constantly develop and conquer.

It's like she's been on a dream tour, and every impact, she's got a different kind of palpitation.

“Oh... hmm...”

Her voice was no longer under his control, but under his powerful control, he brought out waves of unconscious emotional voices.

These voices, like the best catalysts, constantly inspire his morale.

In this battle, he grew more and more courageous, while she had completely renounced her resistance and left it to him to seize.

In this palpitation, the trees were weak enough to only want to sleep, and some recovered.

Yunting feels the most obvious.

That was the original soft, boneless little man in his arms, who gradually came to his spirit. Work with him more and more implicitly.

Originally, Yunting also took pity on the physical condition of the trees, fearing that she would not be able to eat such constant shocks.

Now, he can completely let go of all his worries and sweep all the way to the depths every time.

The trees were like a lone boat drifting at sea, originally just rolled over with the rhythm of the sea water and the waves.

And by now, there was a wave of waves rising above the sea, and the boat was beaten by waves after waves, constantly trembling, sent by waves to peaks after peaks, and then fell down, frightened to battle.

A screaming mouth is now spilling out of her mouth, encouraging him to fight.

In this battle, she forgets the time, forgets the place.

There seems to be only two of them left in the world, and he is her world, and there is no need for more.

When the highest wavehead suddenly falls, the boat is like completely devoured by the waves, the whole world is quiet.

She leaned softly against him, not even lifting her fingers.