Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

"Is it my hands or my legs?" The ginger vinegar jar is not a little sour.

Cheng Ji holds Jiang languo's hand and holds it. To be honest, "it's OK, but it's not soft and hard."

Ginger languid breath is boiling hot, straight call in Cheng Ji's ear, the voice is gently low, "so dislike ah, sometimes you don't feel strong."

It's particularly intriguing.

Imaginative people already associate.

Robots, on the other hand, have 90 percent of the world's human imagination. According to Jiang's words, Cheng Ji's brain can reorganize pictures.

From the neck began to heat, Cheng Ji glared at Jiang languo, with a beautiful woman staring at him, "I don't want to talk to you, this smelly rascal."

Jiang Lang amuses him all the way and buys vegetables all the way. There are also charging heads for robot charging models in supermarkets.

"Which one do you think is comfortable? Our one is a bit old." Jiang is standing in the robot area, choosing.

Remember that in Cheng Ji's world, electricity is like the food they usually eat to supplement body energy. A good-looking charging head, can also be very happy. It's just like eating good food.

"I..." Cheng Ji doesn't know whether he is immersed in just being teased by Jiang languo, and his face becomes more and more red.

Suddenly, he was a little squeamish. He backed Jiang languidly. His voice was sticky to grandma's, "I like you..."

After sleeping so many times, Jiang Lang can't understand what Cheng Ji is saying. He couldn't hold back and laughed.

When Cheng Ji turns around, he slaps his hands hard, and the parts above Jiang's wrist become red and swollen gradually.

Cheng Ji a look, his hand heavy, heartache. But when he thought that Jiang languo had just laughed at him, he was so glum that he had to apologize.

"I can't always charge by your side, so, Cheng Ji chooses one, OK?"

Cheng Ji's heart is heated by Jiang languo's tone. He is a little shy and looks down at Jiang's hands. I'm very ashamed to choose a heart-shaped one.

At home, while enjoying the food cooked by his daughter-in-law, Cheng Jizheng nests in the sofa, charging with a newly purchased charger and watching weight loss advertisements.

Wondering if the robot needs to lose weight, Cheng Ji, who is lying down, has learned to move like the people in the TV.

However, the people on TV are drinking weight-loss tea and practicing yoga, and Cheng Ji squirms twice to show respect.

"Lazy, am I fat?"

"You're not fat."

Cheng Ji pulls his small head on the back of the sofa, and gets the answer that Jiang Lang sounds perfunctory. He slowly retracts into the sofa. It is concluded that Jiang's opinions have no reference value at all.

He took Jiang languo's telephone on the tea table and called the advertising hotline to ask the host whether he was fat.

People who sell diet pills, even if they are not fat, have to say that they are fat.

Some aspects of Cheng Ji are really simple. For example, the Advertising Hotline suddenly appears in TV, which makes you buy and buy all the time, which may be true or false.

He bought a large box for it.

At the back, Jiang languo leads the express delivery and looks at her daughter-in-law dismantling a pile of various weight-loss tea. She is puzzled.

"You didn't eat any food smell. If you drink these, what can you do to reduce your electricity?"

Sitting on the ground, with weight loss tea, Cheng Ji suddenly pursed his mouth, not happy.

"Here you are!"