Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

The trees looked at the clouds with grudge and saw that the wall clock had reached twelve o'clock. The trees could only sleep with their quilts in their arms.

The quilt is so cold, I want a warm bed!

The bed is so empty, I want to sleep alone!

Woods lie on cold beds, turning the other side, and even quilts don't work.

In fact, the weather is not very cold, but the trees are afraid of cold, physiological period, so they are more afraid of cold.

She didn't expect the world to be so spiritual. She was just trying to find an excuse not to take physical education classes. She didn't expect it to really come.

The trees don't feel good, but the sleepless words are still sleeping! You fall asleep and you have everything.

That's not it, she just fell asleep and felt her body was no longer cold, because there was a big hot water bag next to her that could hold her warm, pillow on, lean against her as a pillow, it was so comfortable.

Perhaps because of her period, the trees didn't wake up early in the morning, so she simply slept in a lazy sleep, especially with warm hot water bags, warm quilts, lazily not wanting to wake up.

When the trees woke up, Yunting went to work again. In her duvet, there was really a hot water bag with a cartoon white dog cloth bag. At her feet, she was lying on her feet with a real dog that was warm and fuzzy.

The woods looked around suspiciously, and the smell of the clouds filled the room, and she could feel it even if someone left.

Especially on the duvet, where his residual temperature remains.

“It's not a dream, is it? ”

The trees tangled to see the bed she slept in and the neat sofa, this time completely obscured.

“Was I holding a cloud or a hot water bag last night? ”

She clearly felt warm and comfortable at the temperature of the clouds last night, and he seemed to have left several wet and hot lip marks on her cheeks and dry lips.

The trees touched the lips and it felt like everything was not real.

Is it a dream?

The tangled trees still have to tangle to go to school.

In the morning class, report to the master at noon to raise flowers, rub the master's car home for a good meal, go to the flower shop in the afternoon to continue to grow flowers.

Life in the woods is a regular day.

It's just that this afternoon, the woodland flower shop is doing really well!

Wang Xiulan and several interns are busy turning into gyros because yesterday Professor Lin spoke of Fengshui. Many people in Huaxia believe in this and are willing to spend dozens of dollars to decorate the room and make it look good.

This leads them to sell neither succulent meat nor orchids, peony, but rather common four seasons of potted plants, which are inexpensive but profitable.

Liu Yuan was not comfortable handing over the goods to others, and took Chen Fangya to the goods. The shop is mainly supported by Wang Xiulan.

It's just trees and trees, and don't try to escape.

She set up a fight in the backyard and took out her favorite pots of sun, and Wang Xiulan called her.

“President Lin, an ancient mayor with a white beard and a robe, said to be your acquaintance. ”

“Pour him a cup of tea, I'll be right back.” The trees responded helplessly.

Five minutes later, the trees washed their hands, changed their aprons and came to the front hall.

We met yesterday, Guqing Taoist Master of Guxi.

“Daoyou Lin.” Gu Qing Dao did not dare to look after the trees, but he no longer insisted on calling Uncle Wood Master.

Yes, he was so old, he couldn't move to call his little girl uncle, everyone was embarrassed.