Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

When Jiang languo walks out of the studio with his salary, the whole person is almost zombie. He didn't know that it was true to get cramps.

Those who paint are people who love art or make a living with art. Jiang is so awkward that he feels like he is making a fool of himself in front of them.

"Lin Yu, here and here." All of a sudden, a handsome young man beside a luxury car is waving his hand towards him.

Jiang Lang originally did not pay much attention to, that is, the boy named "Lin Yu" walked by him and said, "affectation."

Jiang languo's heart is not happy, this voice is still inexplicably familiar. Is this the guy who make complaints about the noise in the studio?

, Lin Yu, who was carrying a kit, was too lazy to know how to make complaints about the adults who worked hard for their lives.

"I'm an adult, and..." "Let go of your hand," he said

The boy in front of him has a delicate face, beautiful and white facial features, a cold look and high temperament.

Jiang langong lost his mind, like the first time he saw Xicha, he could not help murmuring: "Xicha..."

"What?" Lin Yumei frowned more.

The man didn't let go of his hand. He had to push it away.

As soon as the hand touched the man's hand, the man hugged him. Lin Yu's pupil opens slightly, push ginger languidly with all his strength, "you, in, do what."

Liu Yimiao, the handsome boy who just waved to Lin Yu, came up and waved at Jiang.

Jiang Lang was beaten without paying attention. The strength of his hand made him back several steps in a hurry, forced to release Lin Yu. He stepped on a stone and fell directly. Jiang Lang is very dishonorable in front of his own small suffer this pair of advice like.

Liu Yimiao didn't expect to be so powerful. He said with a smile on his face: "Lin Yu, someone will bully you later. You tell me that I will protect you."

"Let's go." Lin Yu's expression was flat and light, and he did not look at Jiang languo again.

"Surprise, it's whiter and more tender." This time, the little thing knows to stay away from the host, so it flies very high.

Jiang languor looks at it with white eyes and picks up the money that has just been scattered on the ground for life.

"What poor role have you assigned me this time?"

The little thing pinched his waist and became angry: "a few rare times, it was called" Du "by the host. His face was very aggrieved."

Jiang languor is lazy to pay attention to this ghost thing's attire pitifully, asks: "male Lord basic information."

"System data is updating

The basic information of the male owner is as follows:

the name of the male owner is Lin Yu

the identity of the artist is small, and the Lin family's father Laolai son is very doting on

obsessive-compulsive disorder and irritability

host love enemy: Liu Yimiao, a bamboo horse who grew up with Lin Yu. "

Jiang languor waved only a few hundred pieces in his hand, and then recalled the car of his little rival.

The fact that he opened Bentley at such a young age made him a nobody in the bottom society how to compete with the rich man.

"Are you sure you're not playing with me?" Jiang Lang put the money into his pocket and, with the memory of the owner, got on the bus home.

"In fact, the host should not feel inferior. Male Lord, it's very good to leave the upper class alone, and occasionally go down to earth. "

Jiang languor is speechless. He just thinks that the smell of the bus is very stuffy, just like who farted.

"Doesn't the host want to see the beautiful white man stained with mud?"