Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

Jiang is lazy this moment oppressive feeling is full, in weekdays those hang son languid strength son all did not have.

After Yu chenheng felt something, his eyes were stunned. On the contrary, he struggled even more, "Jiang Lang, let me go, you, you, you are dirty."

Although he doesn't hate men, it's just Li Yingqi.

However, under Jiang's brute force, Yu chenheng could only be regarded as a weak resistance, but it was useless. Alcohol on the ginger languor, some sensitive.

Yu chenheng was suddenly grabbed by his waist and fell on the bed. Jiang languor attached to him, coagulated him, and pressed his lips tightly.

Yu chenheng throat knot uncontrollably rolled up and down for a while, tightly grasped the fist, "Jiang Well... "

Constant pushing and shoving can only make Jiang languo more insolent. He lifted up Yu chenheng's clothes and stroked his trousers.

Yu chenheng tightly grasped his hand, wronged to cry out a voice, sad with anger: "Ginger lazy, you can't do this to me."

Looking at the man with tears in his eyes, Jiang Lang suddenly wakes up. He held his hand in silence and clenched his fist. Then he climbed Yu chenheng's shoulder and buried his face in his neck socket.

Ginger languid hoarse voice line: "what should I do with you?"

The air was so quiet that only a slight gasp could be heard.

Soon, a light snoring sound sounded, Jiang languo was actually in this critical moment, was the alcohol squint nerve, automatically entered the sleep mode.

At this moment, the system thought: Damn it, the duck host at the mouth let him fly.

The next day, morning.

Jiang Lang suddenly opens his eyes. My first reaction is to feel my brother full of vitality.

So spiritual?

It seems that there was no thrilling romance last night.

"Ah Heng, how did I come to you?" Jiang languo's head hurt because he drank too much, so he acted quite well in the play.

Yu chenheng turned, not guest way: "I also want to know."

Jiang langong gets up and sniffs the faint taste of porridge. He can't help but follow Yu chenheng. They walked into the kitchen together and he hugged him from behind. "Let me see, ah Heng cooked something good, so fragrant?"

"Well..." After a little bit of friction last night, Yu chenheng suddenly said.

He quickly pushed away Jiang Yong, the fruit knife in his hand, when he turned around, unexpectedly scratched Jiang's face.

The sword fell to the ground.

Jiang was stunned. He touched his cheek. When he felt the blood, he felt that the innocence was about to collapse.

It's over. If you can't use this face to hook up with the man in the future, what charm does he have.

"Mr. Jiang, are you ok?" Yu chenheng immediately pulled Jiang languo out, looking for a medicine box to wipe the bleeding on his face and many scratches.

Jiang languo's face was as gray as death, shaking his head.

"If you want to blame me, just say so, and I can compensate." Yu chenheng cleans the bloodstain, and then puts a little bit of powder to cure the scratch.

At that moment, Jiang languo hugged the waist of the person in front of him directly, just like a child's coquetry way: "pain..."

Yu chenheng had no reason to push away Jiang. He Leng Leng Leng, the hand pats on Ginger languor's back, "don't ache, let me stick the band aid to your wound, good half."

"No, you have to kiss me."