Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

Yunting also felt the abnormality of the trees and did not rush to comfort him. He ordered in a low voice: "Drive! ”

Xiao Du was also confused by the chief and his wife, but the leader should listen, drive first before talking.

When the car restarted, Yunting tightened the woods and pressed the flapper button next to it.

Wang Xiulan also gained insight. For the first time, it was interesting to find that their car had been modified. A baffle plate could actually isolate a car in two places. They could not see the situation behind it.

Even if the cloud chief and Lin always change clothes and do something in the car, they can't see it at all.

Do something, it's impossible.

Yunting was just holding the shoulders of the trees, a little helpless. She had to hand her a paper towel and keep her voice down.

“Grievances come out crying, saying that women are made of water, and tears come out to help detoxify. ”

Detox?!

Wood can't laugh.

The trees were originally feeling grieved and thinking of crying out too poorly, they withstood tears and a bit of nose smoking.

It's not a big deal, I don't know what liquidation is, it's just a little emotional. It's embarrassing to cry.

In the end, Yunting said that the trees could not cry. I couldn't help but laugh.

No, you can't cheap him, you don't laugh! How can you cheap that bastard?

Wood and trees can also be abused, you just had to cry, now you have to laugh.

Too bad the little mood of the trees, how can you escape the clouds?

Yunting looked at the little face of the forest tree. It was still gloomy. Now it's wrinkled into a little bun. It's not a pet dog bun. It's a bun that sells a lot of folds and has meat hidden in it.

Looking at her vivid little face, Yunti couldn't help lifting the wooden little face, her tongue gently falling on her eyelids.

The trees had no eyes for tears, but they didn't hold on for a moment, and they started to fall.

Yunting's heart also tugged, and the movement grew softer.

Luckily, the trees don't wear makeup, otherwise this mess will probably have to be eaten clean by the clouds.

Yunting's strange tenderness made the trees forget their previous little emotions, naturally responded to his enthusiasm and held him in his opposite hands.

It's warm, hot and not hot, very comfortable and thick, just like the big hot water bag and pillow she had the other night.

Now the trees are perfectly certain, that is, Yunting sneaks up on her bed.

The heart of the woods is warm and the mood is much better.

Cloud Ting kissed almost every inch of the wooden face, from the glossy forehead to the thick eyebrows. From curly, lightly trembling eyelashes to pink cheeks, from tight little noses to powdered lips, you end up prying open the cracks of snow and white teeth to taste the beauty of it.

At this time, the trees can't help but be angry, like a drowning, melting mud man, almost completely immersed in his tenderness, leaving only his hands, grabbing his shoulder blades tightly, looking for the only support.

Fortunately, Yunting was gentle in her movements and held the little head of the trees with her hands to prevent her from falling.

Time, it seems, stops between them too.

After a deep kiss, the cheeks of the trees burned red, more exaggerated than the big red rouge.

The heartbeat of the clouds also accelerated.

The trees are really his soft ribs, once contaminated, they won't quit.

Yunting took a deep breath and suddenly ordered: "Stop the car! ”