Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

After that, Yan Jianyuan was confessed by Jiang Lang every day. Every morning, at noon and at night, Jiang Lang's essential thing is to say a lot of love to Yan Dianyuan.

Not only that, he has to look at Yuan's reply. It's like the reply of watching yuan waiting for him to bathe that night. Yan Dianyuan sometimes sleeps half awake, but he has to respond to him.

After being satisfied, Jiang Lang can still talk for another half day, unless Yan Guanyuan, who is very tired, blocks Jiang's mouth in a way that Jiang wants.

So that night, the temperature rose sharply, and they didn't have to sleep again.

At Mao, they set out to go to court.

Jiang languo is full of spirit, waiting for Yan Dianyuan to eat breakfast. Yan Guanyuan bit the cake to half, slowly closed his eyes, sleepy to sleep.

The carriage suddenly bumped, which made Yan Kan yuan feel a little energetic. He took a deep breath and continued to eat smartly and hard.

Jiang languor looked at the brow of his own little sufferer. He was angry in an instant, lifted up the curtain, and angrily said to the coachman, "the line is more flat."

The coachman shuddered: "my Lord, villains are steady on the road. It is only when someone is riding a horse that the villain reaches the uneven edge of the road."

"Who is it?" Jiang languishes his teeth.

A faint voice rang out: "isn't this too Fu? What a coincidence."

Looking at the past with white eyes, Jiang languo is, of course, Fu Cao ran. Damn it, it's coming back. Seeing his "what can you do to me?" Jiang Lang wanted to blow people up.

"Come in, my Lord." Yan Dianyuan obviously heard the voice of Shizi. He was worried about Jiang languo's temper and couldn't help his provocation.

Fu Cao Ran's surprise spread on his face: "so, brother Yan is also in the sedan chair?"

"Don't be strict, brother Yan's cry. His name is Yan Dianyuan, and there's a word" Yuan ". Do you have no culture to miss it I don't care about the way I call Yuan zaoshuang.

Fu Cao Ran's horse gradually slowed down. His mouth was filled with a smile: "this is my son's nickname for Dianyuan. It's my son's appreciation of Dianyuan's integrity. People who want to come to Taifu's thoughtfulness will not understand."

Nickname?

Love, weigh!

Jiang Lang's whole body was so angry that he suddenly returned to the sedan chair when he was ready to get up. That looks like someone pulled back.

Yan Zhanyuan took a sip of warm tea and gargle.

Yuan languor hugged his chest and sulked alone. "Why should I take my official into the sedan chair? Is yuan'er worried that I can't win that guy?"

Yan Guanyuan came forward, knelt down, hooked Jiang languo's neck, left a kiss on his lips, and said, "are you still angry?"

Yuan languid muddled circle, but he still quite understand, because he shook his head.

Yan saw yuan's face was a little red, and he stuck to Jiang's lips. He was kissing him like before.

The lips of the daughter-in-law are soft, fragrant and soft to the touch. After a while, Jiang's spirit disappeared. With his arm around Yan Dianyuan's waist, he began to gnaw his lower lip violently, and made a strong strategy.

The people in the sedan chair were panting and those outside were frowning.

Fu Cao ran saw that the hot Tai Fu didn't rush up to beat him. One thing was missing, which made him a little reluctant.

"Is that enough?" Yan sees yuan soft in Jiang languo's arms, still murmurs a way.

Ginger languid affectionate embrace him, return: "not enough."

If it was not for the arrival of the palace gate, he would really like to put Yan Yiyuan in the right place.

Yan Zhanyuan smiles: "well, stay up late tonight."