Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

So, the trees are playing with the fire and burning themselves.

In the evening, Yunting used all her endless strength on her, and the trees could only hum and beg for forgiveness.

Unfortunately, Yunting seems to be a different person today. No matter how delicate the trees ask for forgiveness, she refuses to let go.

The trees felt like they had been run over by a train. They were all sore all over. The feeling of spiritual destruction made her want to stop again. She subconsciously cooperated with Yunting and flew with him to the cloud, forgetting time, forgetting everything around her, and forgetting herself.

It was like a dream that didn't want to wake up and just wanted to hang out with him.

Good thing she kept on vacation the next day, she could sleep lazily, Yunting and Joe Hui didn't wake up the trees, she slept until noon.

Yunting also rarely took a day off. When the trees woke up, he was focusing on helping the trees pack their clothes and folding one carefully.

Yunting likes to tidy up his house, which is his military skill. And the trees are much more casual, although not too messy, they don't pay special attention to packing.

Because she is a Domen disciple, since childhood, she has embraced Master's theory of natural and casual dogma.

“Wake up?” Yunting dropped his clothes and kept coming close to the face of the trees.

Relative to her eyes, she saw her shadow from his deep eye socket.

His lips fell gently.

The trees raised a finger between their lips and shut their mouths tightly.

Yunting hasn't reacted yet, the trees have climbed up and rushed to the bathroom, took the toothbrush and squeezed the toothpaste and started brushing his teeth hard. Mumbling in his mouth:

“Early in the morning, if they haven't brushed their teeth, aren't you afraid of my bad breath? ”

“Not afraid.” Yunting laughed.

Wood was always so funny, it wasn't the first time he kissed her in the morning. In fact, he kissed her before she woke up this morning, and the little lazy cat responded to him.

She slept so sweetly, she was probably still dreaming. Are you scared now?

“It's twelve o'clock, Mom's cooking lunch.” Yunting was kind enough to remind the trees.

It's not morning!

“Hmm... Gu...” The trees contain a toothbrush, and the mouth is blurred, and I don't know what to say.

Yunting could understand all of this. She smiled back at the trees and said, “Don't worry, Mom won't laugh at you. She's waiting for her grandson. ”

Give me your grandson.

As soon as I talk about this sensitive topic, the trees look down at their skinny waist and flat stomach, when can I have a baby?

The more people who come into contact with the military region, the more they understand the dangers of Yunting's work, the more the trees desire to have a child for Yunting as soon as possible, the more children belonging to both of them. So no one can separate them anymore.

But her stomach didn't quarrel, no matter how tormented the clouds, she just couldn't get pregnant.

The trees were not high enough to brush their teeth and wash their faces, and the door was locked and tested with a pregnancy test stick.

I waited half a day, still a bar, nothing.

Wood bit his lip, unwillingly threw the pregnancy test stick in the trash can, washed his face again, and tried to make himself look normal before opening the door.

Just because of her mood fluctuations, she can't even hide Joe Hui. There's no place to hide Yunting.

Only Yunting knew why the trees were unhappy, didn't poke her, just took her hand to the yard to see the potted plants she planted herself.