Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

Perhaps it really belongs to the woods, like some people fall asleep as soon as they get their pillows on, and the woods fall asleep as soon as they get a cloud of rage!

By the time she woke up she felt something was wrong, she had been hugged off by a princess.

The trees are actually awake, but I feel embarrassed to struggle at the front door. Let's just keep pretending to sleep and avoid embarrassment.

Of course, Yunting knew that the trees were awake, and he didn't poke them until he took them to the bedroom to rest.

Yunting also guessed that the trees might not be resting this evening. When she came home, she did nothing and took the trees to bed to rest.

At the beginning, he held the trees, and when the trees fell asleep, the trees took the initiative to hold the clouds with their backs.

There is no way, the smell of Yunting is too comfortable, hugging feels particularly good, trees are addicted, this “good” habit cannot be changed at all.

The trees slept sweetly with the clouds in their arms. I didn't know anyone was walking around the door.

That's right, from the return of the U.S. to the handsome uncle of Yanjing along the road with the Daoist of the Spiritual Enlightenment, the third uncle of O'Ken O'Haijun. That is Zhuokong's former lover.

When Ohai Jun first saw the trees, she felt, like, she and Zhuokou were pulled out of a mold, not just the appearance, but the spirituality in the bones was especially similar.

Zhuojian was the girl with the guts and eyes to talk to.

Ohai Jun had thought that when he arrived home, he would talk to Hayagi.

But what he saw was that Yunting held the trees across and went back to the bedroom obscurely.

The lonely widow, the fireworks, the licensee again, what good can you do?

But it's daylight. Dinner hasn't even been eaten yet. How could they?

Think of your daughter, cheap bastard, and O'Haijun won't fight.

It's been two hours, and two young men are still in their bedrooms.

It could be the complicated mood of being a father, and Ohijun wandered around outside their bedroom door, walking around.

The people inside are just not coming out!

Cloud Ting is also heavy-duty. Their bedroom doors and windows are all made of soundproofing material that interferes with the level of wiretapping. In addition, little spiritual beasts like buns can hear the movement inside, and outsiders can't do it at all.

You can't blame Ohijun for thinking so much. How could Ohijun think that a lonely widow would sleep in the house instead of doing something she loved to do?

If it was him, he wouldn't be so strong in the face of Zhuojie.

But think about your daughter being eaten and wiped dry, eaten and eaten. It's complicated!

He wants to knock on the door, interrupt the son of a bitch, and forbid him to bully his daughter.

But no, he doesn't recognize the trees. Haven't seen them in years. If the trees don't want to recognize him, he will only make the trees dislike him even more.

It's complicated being a father!

Ohai Jun has been walking around for several laps.

Still Yunting's mother, Joe Hui, couldn't watch, walked over with a face and said hello to him:

“Mr. O., your room is over there. If you're hungry, I'll give you a bowl of noodles. ”

Fried noodles?

Yanjing's fried noodles?

O'Haijun's eyes lit up suddenly. None of the fried noodles in the US were authentic. Old man Ling Wu said Yunting's cooking skills were particularly good.

So Mr. O. nodded, “Okay, thank you. ”