Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

Yunting deliberately slowed down the vehicle by half gear and pulled it away from the car in front.

Professor Lin only spoke seriously: “I suspect there may be a cult disorder in Yun province. I went to see a Taoist friend before class, and he said that at least eight villages were found with insects. Wet and mountainous in Yun province, the insects are kept secretly and are difficult to spot. ”

“Are they all Clouds?” Trees remind me that the few people I met today were the Clouds.

Professor Lin shook his head: “There are many Hans. I'm afraid this has something to do with foreign terrorist organizations.

I didn't expect them to hire a Vietnamese downer, possibly a local magician.

I'm going to stay in Cloud Province for a while and investigate this. ”

“I'm with you.” Trees are worried about Professor Lin's safety.

“What do you want? You're not your teacher anymore?” Professor Lin refused without courage:

“Stop it, this kind of thing is done by young people, I let your brother cooperate with them. ”

They naturally refer to Yunting's team.

“Well, thank you.” Yunting was driving and his eyebrows were a little locked.

Professor Lin began to educate his apprentice:

“All you have to do is let your brother and Yunting do these dangerous things. Girls have to dress up and read more. ”

“Oh.” Read more. That's what the trees agree about. What the hell are you dressed for?

Between the old Taoist Lin loves face, the trees still don't talk to him, just shove acid horns in his mouth.

“Master, try it, Yun Province specialty. ”

“You think I haven't eaten? It's not the first time I've dealt with a bunch of bug players! ”

Professor Lin opened his mouth with hatred and picked up the acid horn handed over by the trees.

Oops, that sour, tastes good.

Professor Lin smashed it, smashed it, and reached out from the trees a few acid horns. He also disgustingly peeled two sour horns and put them in a small, understandable bun's mouth.

Professor Lin laughed softly when he watched the bun grin with its sour teeth and his little face wrinkled. He protested humbly.

The trees are helpless too, why put an old reckless master on the market?!

The trees glanced at Yunting: “Would you like to try it? ”

Yunting looked at the trees and nodded.

The wooden thief pulled a big acid horn and gave it to Yunting.

Naihe's driving, his hands are empty, he's not answering.

Wood can only tear the sour horn skin apart, reveal the meat inside, then half kneel in the seat, unimaginably throw it into Yunting's mouth.

Yunting opened his mouth and ate the sour horns. He accidentally sucked on the fingers of the trees.

Wood felt his fingers numb, his face blushed, and he hurried to sit back.

After a minute of bleeding, she's that shameless tree again!

“Is it good? Is it good?” Wood only remembered, Baba asked Yunting.

Yunting is afraid of acidity, he doesn't even like pickled fish, sugar and vinegar ribs and other things. The trees deliberately wanted to see Yunting's face wrinkled in buns.

As a result, his face did not change at all, and he responded with a stiff face: "Delicious. ”

“Want more? ”

“Mmm.”

The trees climbed up again to feed Yunting sour horns. She was busier and happier than she was eating herself.

Driving halfway, Yunting suddenly stopped, quickly opened the door, went to the weeds on the side of the road and started vomiting.

Wood's face followed the thief in vain, whispering: “Is it the acid horn? You can't eat sour. Why didn't you tell me? ”

She kind of figured it out. Yun Tingming had a stomachache from eating acid. Still holding on, just to lick her fingers? Childish!

“Try to feed sweet next time.” Yunting said.

“Yes! ”

Once back in the car, the trees were much more honest and fed a few sweet little pomegranates.