Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

Fortunately, after attending the harvest ceremony, Hayaki also got good news, and his father will return to Yanjing tomorrow!

During this summer vacation, Ohai Jun basically handled some things abroad. Long time no see, the trees really missed him.

In anticipation of Father's return, Wood went to clean his room himself and was busy buying some things to put away. Don't even forget to put bamboo and succulent plants on your father's desk and windowsill, respectively.

This makes the whole room look a little bit more alive.

When Yunting returned from work, he also joined the queue of sweeping the floor to pack his things, and he helplessly said to the trees:

“Didn't you ask Mama Zhang to help with the cleaning? Why did you do it yourself? ”

“Because that's my father, and I want to experience how it feels to clean the room and cook a meal for him. ”

“Have you ever thought about cleaning up for your husband?” Yunting suddenly got a little sour.

Yeah, she hasn't helped Yunting clean the room, not once, not even laundry!

“That was too diligent of you. Every time the room was cleaned up like a military training base, it was my turn to do it.” Woodwood cleverly found an excuse.

“Then help me clean my body.” Yunting suddenly stared at the tree opening, and it seemed like another fire in his eyes.

Clean up, body?

Is that a bath?

Give him a bath? So we're going into the bathroom together? And can she still stand up?

This guy, he likes to start in the bathroom every time.

With this in mind, the face of the trees is red to the ear.

“If you don't talk, I'll take that as a yes. I'll go get Mom some food first.” Yunting took advantage of the cheap, quickly slipped away, afraid that the trees would react and regret it.

Of course, he also knew that the wooden face was thin, afraid that she was too ashamed to make a scene.

Anyway, let's settle this and get her to the bathroom.

It was already a lawful couple, her heart and body were his, and the trees were shy, and she didn't want to, so she pushed him halfway into the bathroom.

And then the trees, like a qualified little wife, used a bath ball full of bubbles, little by little wiped from the clouds.

Yunting seemed to enjoy the process, cooperating very well with the trees, and didn't do anything manually.

While washing his hair, he also lowered his head to allow the trees to reach his hair, applying shampoo and massaging his scalp.

Woody fingers always accidentally touch the cloudy body, like little stones thrown into the calm water of the lake, causing a circle of ripples on the lake surface.

Yunting enjoyed the process and couldn't help but feel:

“If one day I get crippled, if I lose these hands, I can only rely on you to help me take a bath every day. ”

“What are you talking about!” Woodwood's hand suddenly grew stronger and he punched twice with his fist against the muscles on Yunting's shoulder.

“I want you to be nice. Didn't you say you were going to grow old with me and have a football team with me? ”

“Okay, raw, raw now.” Yunting suddenly took the trees into her arms and before she could react, his face was infinitely close and his lips covered her pink lips.

“Hmm...” The trees were kissed a little confused, as if they forgot where they were until someone constantly attacked the city and ate and wiped them dry.