Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

The trees had eaten well and scattered, and several roommates had gone back to school.

The trees saw that Yunting had never come out, walked through the door of the cloudy house several times, and did not enter.

Yunting looked like a superman in front of the outsiders. It seemed that only in front of his big brother, Yunnan, could he look like a child who couldn't grow up.

In the end, the trees didn't bother them, so they went back to their rooms to sleep.

Yunting didn't come back all night. In the cloudy room, the brothers crammed into a bed like they did when they were little.

The clouds woke up in the morning and left without breakfast.

Military luggage has never been easy, clouds are not married, alone, not much.

Yunting woke up and sat there watching the clouds pack up and pushed him open the door.

“Come on, I'll be back to see you and Mom, and if you give me a little nephew, I'll be right back.” The clouds smiled and hammered at Yunting's chest, turning around.

“Brother.” Yunting shouted: “Call me. ”

“Okay.”

When the clouds went out, the trees had just come back from a run outside. The two met. They laughed and said hello to each other, so don't pass.

The trees glanced at the clouds behind them, walked over to stand beside him, accompanied him and walked them out of the house, took a taxi to leave.

“I'm sorry.” The tree's heart is a little faint. Even if she reacts slowly, she knows that the clouds are leaving, and it's probably her fault.

Had it not been for her misunderstanding with the clouds, the clouds might not have left.

“It's not your fault.” Yunting smiled and then suddenly turned to the trees: “If you feel guilty, consider compensating me. ”

“Okay.” Yunting's back and forth contrast was so fast that the trees didn't react to what he was saying.

“You promised yourself that.” Yunting reached across the trees and headed towards their bedrooms.

“Hey, you put me down, how bad would it be if Mom saw me? Hey, Yunting, what are you doing?” Trees whispered in protest, little fists powerlessly hammering Cloud-Tinged's chest.

Joe Hui also wanted to sneak in to send the clouds, the clouds and trees. Joe Hui had a number of things in mind. If she said who was responsible, she was most responsible. It was only before that she eagerly wanted to photograph the clouds and trees that she made so many embarrassing things.

Joe Hui didn't have the face to leave the clouds behind, he just wanted to look at him silently. But she still had the cake in her pan and came out slower.

When she arrived, she saw Yunting carrying the trees into the room.

Such an obscure posture, either injured or to do the thing.

Qiao Hui smiled and rushed aside, at least not letting the trees see her, lest the young embarrassed.

Then he heard Yunting's door locked. Joe Hui was also pleased. The two children were young and so gluey painted. Sooner or later, his grandson would drip.

They won't be called for breakfast. They'll probably be busy for a while.

It's busy, Cloud Ting, this guy, like, trying to put all the emotions in his heart, talking to the trees in body language. They seemed to have set fire to each other, burning harder and harder, and finally devouring them with a bite.

Ming Ming Deity of Wood and Wood rose fresh and early for a walk back. Now he is sleepy and tired. He can't even lift his fingers, he just wants to go back to sleep.

Fortunately, Joe Hui didn't come to disturb her. Yunting also knew the scale and didn't dare to go too far.