Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

Besides, the two of you lying on the ground, there's nothing they can do about it now, they're totally stupid.

They didn't understand what was going on here, they were beaten up and crippled by a beggar, and they were nowhere else but conscious.

You can't talk, you can't walk.

Fortunately, a good white angel saved them.

“How did this happen? No, we have to get him to the hospital right away.” Ninghae made a phone call positively.

The ambulance, which had been waiting for a short while, arrived and, thanks to the efforts of the white angels, took the two “unidentified” poor men to the military district hospital.

After that, the trees still wanted to see gossip, but Yunting took them back to the military district compound.

Look, it's about time, and it's time for their district party.

The parties in the military district were particularly lively, with serious soldiers usually dressed in a variety of costumes, singing, dancing, acting small pieces, talking to one another, and small fighters stunned in a high-powered peacock dance. Yes, soldier!

The sister-in-law won't fall behind, either.

The trees were lit with the light of the clouds, followed the leader of the army, sat in the first row, and the show was clearly watched.

Although these shows are not comparable to the spring nights we see on TV each year, they feel completely different live and on TV.

Wooden bamboo flute solo, behind the comparison. She also saw half of it and was called backstage by Sister Ma in advance to prepare.

“Comrade Kobayashi, sit down and I'll put on your hair and makeup. ”

“What do you want to comb? I'll comb myself!” The trees panicked. She didn't want anyone to comb her hair. If she combed off a few of them, she'd be in a lot of pain.

“How can you be such a scorpion braid?” Sister Ma quit: “Sit tight and I'll comb you. ”

Look at the hair combed by the young ladies next to her. She really doesn't!

But the trees didn't want her to brush her hair and said, "Then I'll brush the ponytail and have a good temper. ”

“What are you angry about? Nothing special at all. You're an old-fashioned show. Get a braid, like a man. Comrade Kobayashi, I'm not targeting you, you hairstyle, how to perform.” Sister Ma is in a hurry.

Wood bites his lips and thinks of his hair that he can comb, it seems quite simple.

She doesn't like it when someone brushes her hair. Isn't it just a show? It would be a huge loss if she had a pile of hair.

“I'll comb her.” Familiar sounds in the ears of the trees.

She turned her head and saw the clouds in a black bottomed tang suit.

So he has a show? Why didn't she know?

The trees turned their dark eyes and looked at Yunting. Yunting brushed her head helplessly and whispered: “Sit down, don't move. ”

“Oh.” Sit down. Sit down!

Sit tight, there's a mirror.

The trees go through the mirror and see the fingers of the clouds running between her hair, very slowly.

In fact, Cloud Ting braided the braids not slowly, the main tree comparison object was problematic, she actually compared to the hand speed when Cloud Ting dialed the computer.

She doesn't even think about it. If Yunting combs her hair so fast, she can't get all her hair ripped off?

Sister Ma stood beside her and praised her with a laugh: "I didn't expect a big man from the head of the cloud, so well crafted, look at the braids made up, so neat. You used to brush women's hair, didn't you? ”