Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

Before going to bed at night, the trees still like to nest in warm duvets and watch TV with snacks.

Oh, the trees weren't alone, and she had a companion —— a bun in a little bright yellow dress.

The trees are quite generous, they eat their own snacks, and they know to give the buns a little.

“Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boo” The bun hummed the vomit, and the wood just gave it a sour word plum.

“You don't eat my own.” The trees smoked a small bag and opened it and shoved it into his mouth.

This time Yunting bought a large chowder of candy, the trees quite liked it, all kinds of green olives, plums, apricot dried dried, mango dried, raisins and other things, one small bag, then the whole mixture, sweet, sour and salty, got the flavor, all due to luck.

After a while, Bao watched the trees eat happily and couldn't help pulling the little paw. He stretched out his paw and picked something that looked quite red and more like a date.

The sharp paw of the bag sticks out, and a paw opens the small plastic package, squeezing the dried fruit out into the mouth, sucking gently, the entrance. The whole process also ensures that the claws do not touch the pulp, so that the claws are not disgusted.

When Yunting entered the house, he saw a snack in the bun, his eyes squeezed a stitch, staring at the bun and measuring it.

The bun is excitedly throwing up with the wooden trough, this sweet, sweet, better than the one just now, suddenly felt dangerous, hurried to turn around and fell in love with Yun Ting.

To Shangyunting, the bun immediately poured into a bun, and curled itself into a circle, beside the trees, the bun now only hates its new clothes too bright and too much space. Otherwise, the small group of people are very non-existent, now what is the ghost?!

Yunting didn't intend to let go of the bag. He reached for it and lifted it around his neck. He weighed it up and down before asking about the trees:

“This thing, I'm afraid, is fine. ”

“Rest assured, when the country is founded, it will not be fine, it will not dare.” The trees are certain.

“Eh." Yunting almost didn't get broken by the forest wood gas. The forest wood has recently become obsessed with reading strange fairy talent novels. I heard that the thought of writing novels according to Chinese and Summer regulations can't be too diffused. After the establishment of the country, animals are not allowed to become fine.

It's a prescriptive thing, and it's often used as a hot word for the Internet.

Yunting knows that the woods love buns. There is no such bad feeling as killing or resentment on this little thing. Even if it is refined, it is Xiangrui's beast, and there is nothing to support it.

“Remember, when I'm gone, be sure to protect your master, or I'll find you cramped and peeled wherever you hide.” Yunting's voice grew harsher behind him, and the seriousness in his eyes frightened the bun.

The bun nodded and nodded before returning to God. How could it be cowardly and bullied? And let anybody throw out the house!

It clearly wants to protect the trees from being “beaten” by the clouds.

Fortunately, the response rate of humans was not fast, the clouds were closing, and the door was slowly merged with a stitch.

Seeing the bun as a vertical, fast as a yellow lightning bolt, it reappeared and nestled next to the trees.

Bao's heart is still there humming and spitting at the woods, this shitty clothes don't wear, too clumsy obstruction, not only slowing it down, but almost stuck on the door.