Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

When Wei Chi Yan wakes up again, he is in a good mood. Look aside, no one, the rest is the same as usual.

Last night was a dream?

Absolutely a dream.

Whether it's a dream or not, he thinks so firmly. Anyway, he can't do that with Jiang. Even if they do, they should not be so affectionate. They should bite each other to death.

When he got out of bed, he had been ignoring a problem. That is, the bedding in his hand is not his at all.

Wei Chi Yan washed himself completely and went out. On the way, I met Jiang Lang, who had been yawning all the time.

"Lazy." The voice of Wei Chi's disdain.

Yuan languor rubbed his eyes that didn't close for a night. He nodded, "yes, I don't know who it was last night. I'm still so sick that I'm kicked out of bed from time to time."

Wei Chi Yan didn't have the memory of Jiang Lang's words at all, so he didn't believe it.

"Fart!"

Jiang languo was surprised and looked at Wei Chi Yan, "when did elder martial brother become so vulgar?"

"You call me vulgar?" Wei Chi Yan explained, "isn't that what you used to argue with me without reason?"

Their temperament seems to have been changed. Wei Chi Yan, who was ill, did not know why he always wanted to make a child's temperament to Jiang Lang.

"Oh ～" Jiang languo was thoughtful when he heard the voice. "It turns out that elder martial brother is singing with his husband. Yes, yes, I really shouldn't be surprised. "

"And you call me vulgar." Wei Chi Yan added.

Jiang languo immediately went on, "right, right, right, you can't say that the elder martial brother is vulgar. It's all the fault of his husband."

Hearing this, Jiang languo takes the mistake to himself, and Wei Chi Yan smiles.

Smile, smile, face is stiff. He began to frown, more than once, as if he had been taken advantage of.

"Shua!"

The sword has already come out of the scabbard, aiming at Jiang Lang.

The two strands of hair in front of Jiang's forehead, which are light with the breeze, have been cut off. It can be seen that the sword is very sharp.

"Elder martial brother, you are plotting against your husband." Jiang languo clutches the two strands of hair that he dropped in time. It's still quite a group.

Wei Chi speech heart a tight, "nonsense."

It's actually taking advantage of my own words.

Jiang Lang approached him, fearless of the sword in front of him, but Wei Chi was flustered.

"What are you doing?" Wei Chi Yan's sword falls off, and his wrist is held by Jiang Lang.

"So thin?" Jiang langong was a little unhappy. "Elder martial brother should eat more and be fatter."

"Let go

Wei Chi Yan found that when he was with Jiang Lang every day, the words he said the most were these two words.

How come this younger martial brother is more and more unruly. Can't you get a younger martial sister, even a man? So hungry and thirsty?

Wei Chi Yan took out his hand from Jiang languo and said, "fat, I'm afraid the sword body will be broken when flying."

"But being fat is good for your health and good for my cuddle." Jiang Lang stares at his hand which is still in a circle at present, which is the fineness of Wei Chi Yan's wrist. If he has thought deeply, he will not delay his opening his mouth, which is the word of tiger and wolf.

Wei Chi did not know, "what?"

Jiang languo took up his hand and squeezed his hair in one hand, for fear that his elder martial brother would be angry. He shook his head and said, "it's nothing. It's just that the elder martial brother is too thin to be good for his body."

"I've been so long, it's OK." Wei Chi Yan bothers Jiang Lang to talk like this, as if he dislikes him to be thin.

"Ginger languid smile," yesterday can not be sick, still unimpeded? "

Provocation.

Full of provocation.