Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

Liu Xuanjing drove himself here, not along the same road as Lin Wood and Yunting.

The trees are tormented, and they're gone all afternoon. Why don't you just go home and eat?

Wood called Joe Hui to tell him about Yunting's return. I'm sure he can add a few more dishes for dinner today.

Wood still misses Joe Hui's craftsmanship.

The trees in the car were also a little sluggish: "Yun Ting, am I too impulsive? ”

“No, well done.” Cloud Ting can't help but praise: “Such arrogant people should be struck with fear. There are considerations above, and naturally you won't be able to do it easily, but you're just an ordinary person, without these limitations.

You just can't travel to Sakurajima anymore.

Fujita and Inoue families are very powerful in Sakurajima. The father of Inoue Kamiko is the first expert in the Inoue family, and his mother is Fujita Keiko, the sister of Fujita Nobukawa. ”

“If you don't go, don't.” Trees spit their tongues: “I don't regret it at all. We Huaxia Mile River Mountain is beautiful, I can't even walk. I'm not going to Sakurajima.

Besides, I can't fly. Last time I flew, I lost half my life, and I won't do it again. ”

“Okay, we're not going to Sakurajima. If you have to, take me with you.” Yunting smiled brightly.

Wood twisted his head and looked at Yunting: “Yunting, I think you've changed. ”

“Really? What's changed? ”

“I can't say either, as if, to be gentle.” Halfway through the trees, his face became red.

“Then go back and try it. ”

“Ah?”

“You said gentle.” Cloud Ting licked her lips, bright red thick lips, full of sexy flavors, makes one unconscious think of the previous wet French kiss.

He really improved his skills in kissing.

Woodwood only felt a little different, and then secretly searched her cell phone to find out that it was a wet French kiss, and she secretly looked at the moves with a red face.

Wood is such a small move that you can't escape the cloudy eyes.

When she came home, Yunting didn't even want to eat, so she took the trees and went back to her room to refresh their tender skills.

Warm lips are petal-like, flaky, a little moisturizing, gentle care, like a lovely dream song.

Two people, unconsciously immersed in it, feel the bitterness and tenderness of each other.

Woodwood has also just learned this from the internet, trying naughty, with the skillful induction of clouds.

A tiny bit of electricity penetrates the hearts of two people.

The distance between the heart and the heart is getting closer, and the pounding heartbeat is getting stronger and shy.

The trees close their eyes, like a flower bone filled with pods, waiting to bloom.

Yunting pulled the clothes off their bodies, wrapped the little man in his arms with a quilt and drilled himself in.

Red cotton is fluctuating.

He blocked her lips again, a little bit, a piece, slowly sucking, temptation from top to bottom, like a current, electric tree like a fish lacking water, just wanted to breathe with his big mouth open, just to hold the man on his body tightly.

His wild force sent her to the highest cloud again.

When she wanted to shout, he kissed her lips again, pressed all her palpitations and emotions back into her body again, forming a new circuit.

The woods felt a little panicked, a strange feeling that prevented her from releasing, had nowhere to run, and forced her to go. Carrying his wild powers.