Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

The trees were with the students these past two days, and they were in a much better mood.

If Chen Yinghua doesn't like it, it would be nice if she didn't exist. If she brushed her presence like this today, she would be a clown singer. It's hard to hear when people come out with pink ink.

After the trees were in a good mood, Yunting felt there was more sunshine in the house.

The trees would come back and tell him about the school, squeaking like a little sparrow, like lighting the whole house up.

They are both basically eating in the canteen, occasionally cooking a little by themselves, but also dominated by the clouds, and trees and trees can only be the main eaters.

However, the trees were too thin and Yunting was afraid of the meat in the kitchen and still wanted to feed her.

In the first half of the day, she basically has to watch distance learning video in the afternoon. After all, Yan Da's class, she can't lose it. This year, she greedily posted a double degree, a literary student went to study computer, can't be embarrassed by the master.

"With Chen Yinghua worrying about school, I feel fat. ”

The trees were talking and pinching the flesh on their faces, looking delicate and cute.

“I'll measure it for you.” Yunting reached out and pulled the tree over and picked it up.

“Put me down!” Nor did the trees expect Yunting to suddenly strike, hurriedly banging Yunting's back, struggling to get him to put her down.

Her struggle brought her closer together.

“Don't move.” Yunting put the trees on the ground, but didn't let go, holding her tight.

Hearing Yunting's voice was a little dull and heavy, the wooden heart dared not move. He snuggled in Yunting's arms, his hands had no place to put it, and he held Yunting's back.

She seems, really, not to hate the touch of clouds.

He hugged me and I felt warm, sweet, and I wanted to hold him all the time.

Yunting is helpless.

What a fate, spring wears so little, just now the trees struggled to move, rubbing on him, he reacted. He just wanted to hold her quietly and quietly.

But when the kitten calmed down, she was sweet and soft and cute, making people want to take good care of her.

In front of the trees, the protection of the clouds is always broken in one layer.

I felt the trees reach out and hug him. Yunting could no longer control his emotions. He held her little face and kissed him resolutely.

Paved with kisses, the trees were soft, wheezy and somewhat overwhelmed.

The lips are split, the eyes of the trees are a little confused, and you're immersed in the kiss of the rain that was pouring into the storm.

It was also his first time, kissing her when they were both sure they weren't asleep, without pretending to be confused.

The trees have the guts, the peace of mind?

She couldn't make it out clearly, her heart was chaotic, but it was warm, her hands still hugging the clouds, she didn't want to let go, she didn't want to separate.

Like, that scene was a little short.

Yunting seems to be able to read the mind of the trees. From her tiny actions, she knows what she feels.

The heavenly kiss fell again, sometimes tangled and sometimes fierce, breaking into a strange world with trees and trees. The trees were no longer as stubborn as they had been before, but responded to him playfully and enthusiastically.

This time, Yunting suddenly wanted to try it.

He slammed the trees across and took them to the bedroom just a few steps away.