Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

"No Chicho replied quickly, "I care about you."

Liang Xin micro Leng, he looked forward to a long time from Ji Qiao's mouth finally said the time, why he was not so surprised.

"Is it? Now you see, I'm fine Liang Xin still passed him.

Kijo caught up. "There's going to be a business event tonight. Are you coming?"

At the thought of the beautiful man who picked up Jiang languo this morning, he must have a lot of skills to be his brother's assistant. So, do you need to develop in all aspects

"If only your brother could come." Ji Qiao was coolly watched by Liang Xin, and he immediately explained: "you know, your brother has rich experience in the field of business, which may help you. It's good to ask him to give you advice on what you can do after graduation. "

Liang Xin "Oh" and walked into the classroom. Ji Qiao sat beside him. When he wanted to talk to Liang Xin again, he saw that Liang Xin took out the recipe and looked at it carefully. He frowned strangely and stopped talking.

it's time to go home after class. Liang Xin went out of school to see the man in the driver's seat was a housekeeper, and he felt a little uncomfortable. Sitting in the back seat, he asked, "where's my brother?"

"I haven't come back yet. I should be working overtime."

Liang Xin is in the two ideas of whether to go home to cook for Jiang or go to the company to find him directly. After thinking about it, he still chose to be quietly sent home by the housekeeper.

Jiang Lang came back soon. Four people sat together and had dinner.

Liang Xin looked forward to watching Jiang languo eat and asked, "how about it?"

"A little salty." Jiang Lang answered honestly.

Liang Xin flattened his mouth and poked the rice in the bowl: "Oh..."

Looking at Jiang Lang eating another dish, Liang Xin regained his look of expectation. This time, there is no need for Liang Xin to ask. Jiang Lang's frown has told him that this dish is not satisfied with Jiang's meaning.

It's true that a patient is still picking and picking. What is there to choose from. Liang Xin put down the dishes and chopsticks, and his tone was a little blunt: "I'm full."

"Well, didn't you take a few bites?"

Ginger languid eyes light turn, "mother, I'll send it to him later."

"Good." Liang Juan added: "maybe he can't eat his own cooking. This child is also, can cook by himself, suddenly become so sensible, I am not used to

Ginger languor slightly Leng, looking at the dishes on the table, although the dish is not delicate, but the taste is not bad, murmured: "are all Xiaoxin made?"

Liang Xin's cooking is not bad, but her stomach is not suitable for Liang Juan's craftsmanship.

"Mm-hmm." Liang Juan some proud: "Xiaoxin looked at the menu several times can do it."

She suddenly thought of something: "Oh, yes. Last time, didn't he cook something for you. He enters the kitchen a few times and is inexperienced. He may not taste good. Please forgive me. "

Jiang is silent suddenly. If he doesn't speak, no one dares to speak.

The food was given to him by his family, but he stood on high and watched Liang Xin throw it into the garbage can.

Jiang Lang's mood at this moment is indescribable regret.

The door was opened without being knocked on. Liang Xin, who buried the whole person in the quilt, did not move. His dull voice came: "Mom, I'm in a bad mood. Can't I stay alone for a while?"

When the quilt was opened, the tearful face was held by Jiang Yong, who was kneeling on the bed. He gently wiped away Liang Xin's tears and asked, "how did you cry?"