Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

Don't look at Uncle Dog's lack of edge repair on weekdays. It seems like there are no people with aesthetic cells. I didn't expect the shop that came out to look like one. The whole shop is full of ancient wood exhibition cabinets. It's full of porcelain, and Lin Lan's eyes are beautiful.

Wood only took a look and loved the shop. Mainly Liu Yuan's father was good at craftsmanship, and the porcelain was beautiful enough to complement the decoration style personally designed by Ancient Wenzhong.

Instead, the owner of the woodland tree, is really only responsible for paying for it, it doesn't help much.

Seeing the embarrassment of the trees, Gu Wenzhong gave her a task:

“President Lin is quite familiar with the flowers and plants. There will be two rows of flower pots along the wall outside our store. You will be responsible for the plants. I see your succulent plant is cute and it must look lovely on the wall.

And open the door. Here are two big pots. Two pots of town treasure? Or peony? After entering the door, here in the living room, a few corners, how about some orchids, some bamboo, etc.? ”

“Okay, the flower pot will help me get there, and I'll be right back.” The trees nodded and she wanted to do her part in such an elegant shop.

The trees hurried back to prepare the flowers, and when they heard the delivery pot came, they didn't raise their heads, so they asked her to help put them at the entrance to the back garden.

But the flowerpot guy, seemingly uninteresting, actually moved the trees into her flower backyard.

The woodland is very conscious and most hates people invading her flower farming place. Finally, I couldn't help but look up:

“How did you get in here? Didn't I say just leave it at the door? ”

“I'm afraid you can't move.” The flowerpot covers each other's faces and only has a magnetic sound.

The trees suddenly seemed to have been struck by a stereotyping spell, standing still, even the movement did not change at all.

The man saw that the trees were not responding. He hurried down the flower pot and walked over to check the condition of the trees.

Who knows that the trees plunged into his arms and held him to death:

“Why didn't you tell me in advance? ”

“I wanted to surprise you by seeing someone bring in a flowerpot. I was afraid you wouldn't be able to move in.” The familiar sound of the clouds rings by the ears of the trees.

How long has it been since the tree's face began to shed tears without strife? Finally, he can be with him brightly and rightly. He's finally back.

Luckily, he didn't give her the same news of death this time.

“Silly girl, why are you crying? Aren't you glad I'm back?” Yunting panicked a little, holding the face of the trees and kissing the tears out of her face with a heartbreak.

The fiery flames of Yunting's lips carry a kind of intolerable tenderness, which makes one unbearably immersed in it, as if everything around him was irrelevant, leaving him and her world alone.

He made the trees a little embarrassed and blushed.

“Not as soon as I get back. Didn't you help me carry the flower pot? There's so much more. Come back later to help me shovel dirt.” The trees pushed the clouds away in a bad way.

Although she really wanted to come back, day and night, people really came back, she was a little embarrassed again.

Mainly because she didn't argue with herself, suddenly she cried and felt so embarrassed.

While Yunting was moving the flower pot, the trees rushed to the cunning faucet next to him, held a little clean water and washed his face, and found a paper towel to wipe clean, at least to cover the marks of crying.

However, Yunting kissed so warmly that there was still a red spot on the face of the trees, which could not go down for the time being.