Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

"Oh, it's a bit windy this evening." Jiang Lang shivered with exaggeration. Then he held his cheek and looked at the hostess and said, "beauty can't catch cold, or I'll send her sister back to the house?"

Jiang languor words fall, Nanxun eyes slightly heavy.

"Don't bother the little marquis." Qingqing got up and looked at Nanxun Xiu gently, "elder martial brother..."

Nanxun said, "well."

They are so tacit understanding in Jiang languo's eyes. Jiang is really in situ kick a few stone stool, and then pain to embrace their own legs to call.

Jiang langong Resentment: it's really enough. You can't say anything clearly, but the other party can understand it.

Foot Ya Zi slightly eased some pain, ginger languid immediately catch up with the man. When Nanxun finished delivering Qingqing, he went back to the house. When he closed the door, one foot stood against the door.

"Taoist priest, I feel pain..."

"I don't care."

The tears in Jiang languo's eyes are ready to come out, and he hears the man say this. He looked down and saw that there was a clear distance between the door seam and his shoes.

"Ha ha, I just hit my foot on the stool, so I may have an illusion." Jiang Yang scratched his head and pushed open the door of Nanxun house.

It was only that Nanxun Xiu saw out the plot, and he did not move. Jiang also pushed two centimeters. Those two centimeters are not enough for him to come in. His figure and chest muscles are well developed.

"Taoist priest, it's cold outside. I'll get sick." There is a trace of coquetry in Jiang languo's eyes.

Nanxun Xiu's only friend, Jiang Lang, had the intention to send off his younger martial sister, but he was also deeply resentful. His eyes were clear: "there must be a fire in the house of the little marquis."

This is very obvious, that is to refuse Jiang languo's entry.

Jiang languo is not happy, he continues to squeeze the crack of the door: "I think the body of Taoist priest is the warmest."

"What do you say?" Nanxun Xiu's face turned red to his ears, and he was a little shy and angry: "don't say any more about this, or I'll be rude."

Nanxun Xiushi took out his Rune paper. Jiang's eyes were bright. He reached out and snatched the rune paper from Nanxun Xiu's hand.

That's what he's here for.

"What do you do with my Rune paper?" Nanxun Xiu was puzzled.

Jiang Lang pretended to be coquettish, "Taoist masters don't sleep with me. Naturally, I lack of security. Take the Taoist priest's Rune paper beside you, just like the Taoist priest beside you. You have a sense of security. "

Nanxun Xiuzheng Zheng Zheng, throat choked: "nonsense."

"Whatever it is, I just want what I think. Good night, Taoist priest. Remember to have a good dream. I will be in my dream. "

Jiang Lang tries to put his head close to the man's ear, and then he closes the door of Nanxun.

"Zhi"

the door was slowly pushed open again. Nanxun Xiu covered his heart and looked at Jiang Yan's free and easy back. His heart leaped faster and faster.

Jiang Lang robbed the rune paper of Nanxun Xiu. Naturally, it was useful. He took off his clothes when he went back to the room. It was a way to take off without leaving. He took the rune paper as a pair of obscene trousers and stayed close to him all night.

From time to time, Jiang Xiaohou's room was filled with breaths that he could not suppress. The sound was vague and came out slowly. It is often the word "Nanxun Xiu".

As a result, Nanxun Xiu also lost sleep all night.

When they met the next day, the scene was silent for a time.

When Jiang is ready to say hello, Nanxun Xiu's sword is aimed at his throat.

"Taoist priest, what are you doing on such a beautiful day?"

You, Nanxun, are shameless