Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

“I didn't eat barbecue today.” Up the stairs, the trees still miss it.

“We'll go again on the weekends.” Yunting kept holding the hands of the trees, and the trees did not draw them back.

“When did you get in touch with Guxi?” Wood's still curious, she didn't even see Yunting use her phone.

“At the hotel, when you cover your face. ”

“…” At that time, the trees were a little awkward.

When she covered her face, it was when Yunting opened the love SE movie. Think of the time when they were alone in the same room as the widows, and listening to the voices of their souls and bones.

“How come you haven't reacted a bit. This is what your troops are training for.” Both of them were home, and the trees were unwilling to ask Yunting.

I always felt so ashamed today.

Although the soft and reddish appearance behind the trees was disguised, it was really particularly embarrassing when watching the film, especially when Yunting was still watching her.

When I thought about the embarrassment, the trees were a little uncomfortable. Why didn't they feel anything?

The trees pull their furious arms and delicate:

“Tell me, tell me, how did you train? ”

“It's about changing that film into a real person, and then someone will come and seduce it, and someone will hide it in a secret raid.” Yunting couldn't stand the delicacy of the trees and could only answer her questions in a straight book.

The trees stunned for a moment, and I imagined that image. It was a little, horrible.

“Did you pass?” The trees inquire.

“Adopted.” Yunting nodded: “If it were you, I wouldn't get over it. ”

Yunting said so, pressing the trees against the door as soon as possible, and kissing with mercy.

Why don't you talk nice? You're a dog!

The trees were slightly softened by his kiss. Luckily, there were wooden doors to support them, otherwise they would all go soft.

Cloud Ting looked almost there. He reached out and lifted the trees and walked toward the bedroom.

“What do you do?” The trees are somewhat indescribable.

She figured out what he was going to do before she was depressed.

“Yunting, put me down!” Watch the clouds not squeak and the trees struggle.

“Okay.” Yunting did put her down, but she had reached her destination —— the bed.

Yunting, this guy is absolutely good at calculating, and he closed the bedroom door with his own hands to prevent the sound from leaking?

As soon as I thought about it, the trees were more faint, holding the quilt tight, and I searched for a reason:

“I've been out for so long, it's so dirty, I'm going to take a bath. ”

“Okay.” Yunting nodded.

Why is he so talkative?

He didn't look in such a hurry, like he was going to knock her over right away. How could he be so gentle all of a sudden?

It's not fake, is it?

To verify the authenticity, the trees carefully went to the basement bed and changed slippers to go to the bathroom.

Yunting doesn't seem to have stopped her.

The trees are a little relieved and a little lost.

He doesn't seem to care as much about her as she imagines.

Women's hearts are always in contradiction.

The trees were rubbing against the bed. She was a little uncomfortable. Today's atmosphere was just right and she was in a good mood.

Though it was stirred up by the white gangsters, the guys were too low. If you encounter the great god Yunting, you can only get caught for it, and there is no danger.

The romantic atmosphere between them is still fermenting in silence.