Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

At this time, the trees, they don't want to think about anything, and in her world, there are only men left in front of them.

Like his dark eyes, it seemed that she was the only one left with a reddish face.

They melt in each other's worlds and can no longer be separated.

After the storm, it was gentle and calm.

Woods curl against the chest of the clouds like lazy cats.

Is she thanking her husband for not killing her today?

If Yunting started it in the past, it would basically make her fall asleep.

At least the trees are still awake, and he only had her once, leaving her with a little energy to get out of bed and eat.

“What, you want more?” The corner of Yunting's lips brings up a smile of satisfaction.

“You are!” Wood and wood drums look particularly cute.

“Well, I don't deny it. ”

“ …… ”

This topic, it seems, is prone to fire.

The trees were still crouched and delicate: "I'm tired. I'm on vacation. I need to rest. Sir, may I take leave? ”

“Okay.” Cloud Ting is particularly good at talking in the face of trees like this.

Wood held Yunting's waist satisfactorily, and suddenly thought to herself, she seemed to have a good hugging effect.

At least for so long, she didn't have time to think about that sick Su Xiaoyen.

Now she's more lazy to think about, than think about him and her future.

“What did you just say, Mom?” Trees and trees roll up old accounts.

Yunting lit a little wooden frown and asked with a smile: "Which sentence? Won't knock? ”

“No, what did you say she was waiting for? ”

“Wait for us to eat?

“ …… ”

The trees are completely silent, so why aren't they on the same channel?

“What did you say Mom was waiting for? ”

“Oh, wait for your grandson.” Yunting finally reacted, and that's what the trees said.

“Humph!" The trees suddenly got angry.

“Little wood?” It was a little unexpected to see the trees suddenly angry.

But there was a great trick, a gentle kiss, a little bit on the back neck and back of the tree, and a small pale pink peach petal.

This sweet move made the trees itch. I had to turn around and twist again, so as not to twist to find clothes by the bed.

As soon as Yunting reaches for her body plate, she brings people back into her arms.

Wood's still got a little temper: “Huh, I didn't expect you to have such a son and daughter in your bones. I just want a boy, not a girl! ”

Well, where'd the little guy get the weird theory? Yunting is also unjust and helpless.

“As long as you're born, even monkeys love it. ”

“You gave birth to a monkey! Your whole family has monkeys!” Wood and wood drums with fists hammering the chest of clouds.

Seems, it really doesn't work.

Cloud Ting muscles tightened, her hammer did not hammer others, but made her hand ache.

“Good boy, we keep having monkeys.” The new battle of Yunting begins again.

The trees were meant to play, and the lips only overflowed with long chants.

When the body is washed over and over again by baptism, it's like crossing time and space, endless turns and shocks, walking people into dreams of an abyss they don't want to wake up in.

This time, he had no mercy, but he had touched her body. She was born just for him, and they fit in so well, she wouldn't get hurt.

All he had to do was fight and act to make her understand his heart.