Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

Yunting was helpless and continued to catch this stupid dog with a cold face.

The night is late, it belongs to him to say goodbye to the trees, how can a dog be disturbed?

If the bun is an average dumb dog, Yunting doesn't care about it anymore, just leave it in the house and do whatever they have to do.

But the bun is too spiritual and the eyes move like a child.

Yunting is still embarrassed to do shameful things in front of a child.

Once again, Yunting reached for the bun and drilled hard into the arms of the trees.

Wood held the bun in his back and glanced at Yun Ting with a small mouth: “Why do you always bully people's little friends? ”

Oh, two little guys rebelling together?

Yunting looked at the tree's vivid face with a smile, a little closer, until his face was clearly seen in her dark eyes.

The face of the trees became reddish and he bit his lips and was a little afraid to speak.

Yunting kissed his lips smoothly.

The body of the trees is getting softer and the breath is getting more disturbing.

The clouds suddenly pulled away, like a confined space suddenly opened a window and the cool air blew in. It's a little sane and a little cold.

The eyes of the trees changed from disorientation to clarity, and they found themselves again.

Yunting, this bastard, bullies her bun while she can't help herself!

Poor Baba was thrown out the door, and this time Cloud Ting didn't give him a chance to get in and shut the door at lightning speed.

Bao is in a hurry, this bad guy is going to hit my master again!

Bao Bao heard a slight whining from the trees inside, it sounded like he was crying, so pathetic!

This voice is too small, human hearing is too poor to be heard.

I didn't expect Yunting to look like a dog during the day. He beat up his master at night. It's horrible. It's horrible!

Bao smashed the door with a small paw for a while, knowing that he was small, he had no choice but to hold a broken door and the evil man in the door.

“Ah... Yunting... gently... pain...”

Poor master, another miserable cry for help.

Bao hit the door again, can't even hear a sound, white bump!

Forget it, I'm thin on my own.

After a lap of bags, he started running to Professor Lin's house.

Professor Lin is not home, only Lin Tianlang drinks tea in the house.

Lin Tianlang has always especially liked buns, but the buns were born. During the week, only trees and clouds were kissed. When neither trees nor clouds were present, they were only followed by Professor Lin. Others, even if they were better at it, could not capture the love of small buns.

Why did the little guy come looking for him all of a sudden in the middle of the night? Lin Tianlang was very happy. He reached out and the bag jumped into his arms.

It feels like a thief. It feels like an accomplishment! He also had his first bag.

“You look great. If you like it, I'll buy you one tomorrow. The little girl should wear pink. I'll buy you a pink one tomorrow.” Lin Tianlang whispered.

The bags rolled over a big white eye, man with fishy lips, the aesthetics are horrible! Who says I'm a little girl? Old paper is male, male, male!

Never mind, the human intelligence of fish lips is low, I don't know him as well! Lao Dao Lin is not here, he can only ask for the help of this idiot.

The bun jumped out of Lin Tianlang's arms and ran to the door.

Lin Tianlang's arms were empty. He was a little lost immediately. After all, the bun still disliked him. Just give me a hug!

Good thing the bag stopped by the door and waved his little paws at him.