Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

Back in the village, Jiang Lang happens to meet Shui Mingyuan, who is also miserable. He squints.

"Where have you been?"

Jiang languo came to him and touched the water with heartache. Mingyuan's face had some blood holes scratched by some fine objects.

Shui Mingyuan is guilty, and his hand with the wood knife is suddenly shaken by the voice of the lady's query.

"I'm going to cut wood." Shui Mingyuan said in his eyes, "if you cut too much, you are still alive, so you haven't moved it back. You should put it in the sun and dry it in the sun. Then you can move it back and relax..."

"Don't you have a lot of firewood at home? You can't go there." Ginger languid gently blowing the male Lord that white tender face of blood mouth son, "ache?"

Shui Mingyuan holds Jiang's hand and shakes his head.

"Your sister is very concerned about her husband, much better than you." Two people behind them, water brocade said.

Fu Qian scraped the tip of his nose. "It's worth saying. After all, he married out, and he should be nice to his husband."

"Isn't it that no one is treating you?" Water brocade suddenly small voice channel.

Fu Qian didn't understand, "what do you say?"

"Nothing. My grandmother called me. I went back first."

Fu Qian was looking in the direction of Shuijin immediately. There was no old lady in front of Shuijin.

Water brocade this clear is to fool oneself, want to get rid of oneself quickly just. If Fu Qian is aware of this fact, don't be too sad.

Fortunately, he was afraid of Shuijin and was busy until late. He met Wang Dalei again and followed him every day.

In a twinkling of an eye, he saw his "old sister" in the face treatment for shuimingyuan. Fu Qian was so annoyed that he quickly crossed them and went home.

"Do you think this little fool is hiding something from me?" Back home, Jiang languo sits in the yard, looking at the water that is sharpening his knife, and asks Fu Qian, who is burning hot water.

Fu Qian was thinking about other people. How could he hear the call of the master at once.

Jiang Lang didn't get a response. He took a look at Fu Qian. Success, successfully entered the stage of Acacia.

Still don't worry about him, Jiang languo gets up, he plans to solve his doubts about the man.

On the second day, shuimingyuan was found, and his wood knives were scared off. Fortunately, Jiang Lang stepped forward in time and kicked the knife aside, so as not to fall on the man's feet.

Working hard and stealthily, I was found by my wife the next day. The mentality of shuimingyuan collapsed.

"Such a large area, you cut it?" As far as Jiang languo's eyes could reach, the wild spines were neatly piled up on one side, and the miscellaneous stones were also piled up on one side, surrounding this large wasteland.

Shuimingyuan nodded, stuffy: "I thought I'd finish it all, and I'll surprise you..."

"Why, don't we have it?" Jiang languor murmured that it was very hard and time-consuming to open up wasteland. Otherwise, why did no one open the land, just didn't want to waste that labor.

Shui Mingyuan carefully hooked up Jiang's hand, "I want to let my wife wear more beautiful clothes. Like those girls in the village, the daily clothes are bright without repetition."

Although such a piece of land is large, it needs crop cultivation soil in the past few years, and there is no good thing to grow for the time being. It's hard to say that the income is not.

But Jiang Lang's heart is warm, and the man is working hard for their future.

But as soon as I heard that the goal of the man's efforts was to make him wear more flowery skirts, Jiang's mood was a little more complicated.