Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

Jiang Lang is a new teacher, but he is idle when he has classes. And music teacher, art teacher together idle.

It's normal in the interim.

Bored, he went to BEIMENG's desk again. Seeing the lunch box that BEIMENG had eaten clean in the dustbin beside his desk, he was smiling.

At a casual glance, he caught a glimpse of BEIMENG's work permit on the table. It should have been taken shortly after graduation from beimenggang University.

"The 22-year-old BEIMENG looks very young." The art teacher drew a few base pictures. When he was bored, he also approached Jiang.

In the photo, BEIMENG has a faint smile. The whole person's temperament is clean and his appearance is irrefutable.

Seeing BEIMENG's work permit, Jiang Lang only feels fresh and delicious. He returned to the art teacher's words, "the 27 year old BEIMENG also looks very young."

"Unexpectedly, BEIMENG has been a teacher for five years. I thought he would be a model or a film maker because of his appearance The music teacher joined in.

Jiang languo slowly put down the photo of his daughter-in-law, thinking in his eyes: no matter what he wants to be, he should not be a public figure, because he does not want to be discovered by himself.

This man has been hiding from him for five years.

"After work, is Mr. Jiang going to eat?" The two free teachers have already carried their own bags.

Jiang languor looked at BEIMENG's empty desk and shook his head, "no, I'll wait a moment."

"Let's go first."

Jiang Lang: "good."

After waiting for a long time in the office, he couldn't wait for the person he wanted to wait for. Jiang languo thinks fiercely that BEIMENG will not even return to the office, but go home directly.

He got up and opened the door of the office. Outside, BEIMENG, holding a stack of homework, is thinking about how he can open the door.

"Jiang Yong..." BEIMENG looked at him in a daze.

Jiang languo hugged him tightly for the first time. Across the tall stack of exercise books.

"Let it go, let it go." BEIMENG is in a hurry.

Ginger languid obediently released him and took over the homework book in his hand. Turn around, hard work, no words for the North Meng hold to his position.

"You, why haven't you left yet?" BEIMENG saw that all the people in the office had gone, leaving him and Jiang languo alone. He was a little uncomfortable.

Jiang Lang picked up the necessities on the table of BEIMENG, put them into his briefcase, and said simply, "wait for you."

"No need to..." Two words have just been said in BEIMENG dialect.

Jiang Lang followed his words just now: "go home."

BEIMENG was stunned.

Jiang Lang looked at him and repeated, "wait for you, go home."

When he was in college, BEIMENG often said to Jiang Lang, "in the future, we will have a small family and do our favorite jobs, but you must wait for me to go home, whether you leave work first or after work."

At that time, Jiang languo still tangled: "after I leave work, how can I wait for you to go home? Shouldn't you wait for me?"

"I don't care. You have to wait for me anyway."

Jiang languor laughs: "you are domineering."

BEIMENG soft temperament with a trace of Ao Jiao: "that is, I am the man of Jiang languo."

Time goes back to now.

Jiang Lang put away his things, took the briefcase of BEIMENG and held BEIMENG's hand. "BEIMENG, let's go home."

"You and I can't go home together for a long time." BEIMENG took out his hand and took away his briefcase on Jiang languo's hand. He said bleakly.

Jiang languo's heart and mouth is very uncomfortable, can't force the male Lord to be too tight, but this kind of getting along with the pattern, let him suffocate quickly.