Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

Hayagi didn't ask why Ohijun was in a bad mood. Instead, he turned the subject off and said something else:

“Dad, Gufeng Street is open in three days, and a lot of reporters are waiting to interview you. Would you like to get dressed? ”

“What, you think Dad's not handsome anymore?” O'Haijun dropped the porcelain bowl and looked at the trees with a smile.

The bright smile on the wooden face added a touch of sunshine to the already hazy mood of Ohai Jun.

“No, your hair can be done again, not the most handsome, just the more handsome?” Wooden dog legs say.

She was really casual in front of Ohijun, and after that, she left this old guy alone, busy scooping the simile in the bowl with a soup spoon.

Probably infected by trees, O'Haijun picked up his bowl and ate it with her.

Well, Joe Hui's cooking, it's really nothing to say, makes people want to bite their tongues off.

My father and daughter ate Similu together, and the trees felt that the low pressure on my father seemed much better, so I was ready to take the bowl and leave.

Or did O'Haijun suddenly say to himself: "Today is my anniversary with your mother. ”

Wood footsteps stopped.

“I promised Jill I'd give her a present every anniversary. Unfortunately, she won't get it either. ”

“Dad." The trees sat back next to Ohijun, lifting his father's hand:

“Find me, isn't that the best gift you've ever given Mom? Believe her in the Spirit of Heaven, she must be watching us. ”

“Yeah, Jill, did you see that? Our daughter, she looks just as good as you.” O'Haijun's voice was a little choked.

The trees weren't very comforting either, so they sat with Ohijun in his room for a while and listened to him talk about him and Zhuokong.

Wood was still thinking about finding an opportunity to persuade his father to find another one.

Although her father was almost fifty years old, the martial arts practitioners were in good health and had no white hair. He looked like a middle-aged man in his thirties, a successful career and a steady maturity.

But now, the trees suddenly felt wrong. If Father wanted to find it, he could have found it. Perhaps it would be more fulfilling for him to keep that thought than to find someone else to replace it.

Listen to Ohai Jun, a little bit of memory of her mother's drip, and the trees feel that in his voice, the woman buried by the years seems to be alive again.

When he came out of his father's room, the trees couldn't help but take a deep breath and look at the stars and battles that were dark and dazzling.

Cloud Ting appeared in front of her sometime, and she didn't know when she was holding her hand in his hand.

As if touching the clouds, the trees have become an instinctive habit of the body, so long as it is not too exciting behavior, it will not disturb her.

The trees looked back for half a day and couldn't help but hold Yunting's hand and whisper, “If I were gone, would you marry me again one day? ”

“What do you want?” Yunting threw the problem backwards to the trees.

“You asked me? I'm just a selfish little woman, not that great, who can't say what makes you love someone else. Of course I wish you could remember me all your life. No, born.” The trees looked up at the stars as if they were wishing to speak softly.

“Okay. I promise. ”

“You promised not to regret it.” The corners of the trees finally smiled.

“Well, no regrets.” Cloud Ting's voice is sincerely like a promise.