Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

Jiang Lang of course is refused, "since the day is doomed to be so, it may be that we are predestined."

Mr. Jiang is about to vomit blood: what's doomed? What's predestined? His son just can't walk when he sees Nan Xianren.

Jiang languo went to Nanxun Xiu's side and apologized deeply to the Lin family's daughter: "it's destiny, I'm really sorry. You're good for better people. "

The girl's mouth hasn't opened yet, so Jiang languo says everything. She looked at Jiang languo's back and wanted to say two words to stay, which was stopped by her father.

"The little Marquis doesn't like you at all. It's useless to say anything more."

Her father's words let her very sad, handkerchief cover her face, small sobbing left.

When Mr. Jiang made amends to Lin Fu, Mrs. Jiang said in secret: "my son is so strong that I'm plotting against immortals."

Mr. Jiang's cold sweat scared his wife out of this sentence. In a hurry, he took his wife and left.

On the street, Jiang languo approached Nanxun Xiu intentionally or unintentionally. It's impossible for them to quarrel. As soon as the man frowned and was not happy, Jiang Lang wanted to kneel down to make up for it.

Nanxun Xiu didn't like to be so close to people. Moreover, Jiang's hands were always dishonest.

"Stay away from me."

Jiang languidly did not move. Instead, he said, "it's cold in winter. If you look at the crowd, we are not warm. "

"I'm not cold." Nanxun was still a Taoist. He is not happy that Jiang Lang really intends to marry another woman. However, Jiang Lang always does not make any explanation.

Jiang Lang continues to hook up with Nanxun Xiu's sleeves, trying to find his hands in the wide sleeves. As soon as he catches Nanxun Xiu's hand, Jiang Lang holds it tightly and clasps his ten fingers.

"Jiang Lang!" Nanxuxiu stopped, frowned and looked at him angrily.

"Don't refuse me," said Jiang

Nanxun Xiu was not angry because Jiang was holding his hand. He was angry that he could not guess how many people he could hold in his heart.

He gazed at Jiang languo, with a complex in his eyes. And Jiang languo, simple, all eyes are rare staring at his daughter-in-law.

"Are you angry about today? More angry than last night? " Jiang Lang realized that Nanxun Xiu had no longer refused his intimacy, so he boldly asked.

"Angry."

It's normal not to get an answer. It's a surprise to get an answer. Jiang Lang was happy to hear this. He led Nanxun Xiu to a small lane in the street.

Nanxun Xiu was at his disposal, surrounded by the corner and his arms with a possessive attitude.

"Xun Xiu, please be happy with me. So. That's what makes you angry, right? " Jiang Lang licked his mouth and asked carefully.

The man in this world is too cold and too secretive. Except for such a lost sign, he didn't know whether Nanxun Xiu liked him or not.

Nanxun Xiu looks at him coldly, and Jiang languo's heart slowly falls to the bottom of the valley. He doesn't like himself yet

I'm so sad.

At this time, the two thin lips of the male Lord slightly upward, he stood on tiptoe, approached, and sealed ginger's lips.

Jiang languo's head was suddenly blank.

When Nanxun Xiu left, he didn't respond. Nanxuxiu had some complaints: "when you tease a girl, your mouth is so smart. How can you come to me and not move? "

"Taoist priest..." Ginger languor slowly opened his lips, full of disbelief: "this time, you will not be kind-hearted, give me charity."

He shrunken his mouth. "Then I will die of grief."