Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

Trees had been told that ethnic conflicts in Xijiang Province were quite serious, and her father had warned her not to go.

I didn't expect to really go to the ethnic area, but the Han people are really welcome.

Auntie was still upset: “Hey, I don't know if this is a big deal. Next year the technician won't come. I also wanted to ask him if he could get me another prawnfruit.

To say it's bad, I think it's the worst of us all. In our village, we are all bullied by our own people, especially the village chief's family.

The village chief has a son who is not a thing. He is eighteen or nine years old. He has ruined several pretty girls. ”

Their local elders prefer to call the girl a girl.

It's such a bad vibe. In particular, ethnic minorities are conservative and may place greater emphasis on virginity in marriage.

If girls lose their virginity before marriage, it can seriously affect their future marriage.

“By the way, be careful. The kid went to the Han area to study for a few years and was also interested in Han girls. You look so good, go out and grab a turban.” Auntie graciously found a turban of her own for the trees.

The green colour of the flowers and flowers does not match the beauty of the trees. The tree aunt is so enthusiastic and embarrassed to say no, she can only receive the bag as a tourist monument first.

Auntie was cooking, someone knocked on the door and the trees helped open the door.

A young Ha man knocking on the door, wearing a flower shirt and a ripped jeans underneath, can't say much, but he may find himself fashionable.

“Hello, my name is Carlo, and I'm here to see Aunt Emmann. ”

This young man speaks Mandarin very well and has not had the same accent as Aunt Emmann. He has obviously seen the world before.

Look, they're all a people, just people from a village, trees don't think much, so put people in.

The young man was quite enthusiastic, and when he got to Aunt Emmann's yard, he was as casual as his own, and talked to Wood and Yunting.

“Are you Han people from the city? Why did you come to our village? ”

“We came here to travel.” Trees politely responded.

Cloud Ting swept his eyes. This guy's eyes always turned on the trees, making Cloud Ting very uncomfortable.

I didn't know this kid was not funny at all, and he continued to chat enthusiastically with the trees: "Oh, you look so small, are you still reading? ”

“Well, go to college.” Nor did the trees lie.

“He's your brother, isn't he? It's good for you. ”

No wonder they say that. Yunting was a martyr who had been on TV and on the news before. He could not come out with his face in trouble.

Yunting put a beard on his face and looked more like a native of Xijiang Province. Likewise, he looked older, like a middle-aged man in his thirties.

And the woods are thin, the skin is white and tender, and at first glance is a little girl about twenty years old.

No wonder Carl wanted to make a difference.

“He's my husband.” The trees pulled a cloudy arm.

“Oh, why are you Han people getting married so early?” If Carl is a little embarrassed, his eyes on the trees are a bit odd, as if he were looking at the kind of unscrupulous woman who marries an old man by the side.

Wood is too lazy to explain to him. What does he want with her if it doesn't matter? Just leave her alone.