Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

Just as Jiang languo was about to climb the wall in the dark of the moon, he heard the dialogue when he put the wall on.

He immediately widened his eyes, one did not pay attention directly fell down.

"It turned out to be miserable. Several models walked in and went out lying down."

The servant's conversation drifted away.

Jiang Lang, who also wants to save the man, puts down his heart and immediately feels that he should save himself first.

His waist seemed to flash.

I'm old. It's hard to do such a sneaky thing.

When Jiang Lang sneaks into the gallery of the studio, the door opens. The model came out with a bruised face. Even with the money, the mood doesn't look good.

Looking at the exposed places of his face, hands, thighs and exposed places, Jiang languo, who hides in the corridor, feels a little frightened.

Lin Yu was not like this when he was around him. Although the cold light, sometimes also good and clever, make people pity.

When the studio is dark, Jiang languo doesn't wait for Lin Yu. So he walked to the door of the studio. I caught a glimpse of the boy sitting in front of the drawing board in the moonlight.

Half of the body illuminated by moonlight is particularly good-looking. The strong eyelashes on the high nose bridge sweep ginger languid's heart like a small brush when gently moving.

Just when Jiang languo wants to come in, Lin Yu feet a close, and then a is staring at the drawing board and the shelf in front of him to kick out. The strength of the painting board shelf fell apart when it hit the opposite wall.

Jiang Lang's back suddenly became a little chilly. He should be glad that he had not been treated in this way when he took advantage of Lin Yu, otherwise he would be abandoned.

Lin Yu's temper was silent and vocal. He smashed the studio all over, but he just didn't say a word.

Tired, he lay on the ground, panting slightly.

This villa should be specially built for Lin Yu. The bedroom is not far away. Lin Yu doesn't know what to take and walks out of the studio.

Jiang Lang hides in the corridor again. He didn't find out. He thought he had the talent to be a thief.

He followed Lin Yu and walked into his bedroom door, which was only half closed. Jiang Lang heard the familiar sound of hum.

Seeing the situation inside, Jiang languo widens his eyes. This little guy actually took a picture and started

If you take a closer look at it, isn't it just a headless self?

At the end of the bed, I don't know when the painting he didn't hang last time he came. Jiang languo turns his eyes. He is the protagonist of the large and small paintings in the bedroom.

There are some in Luo Huafang's studio, as well as his ordinary life. There are also some memories that he is not familiar with. I think it should be the former university life or something.

There are

The painting is very detailed, even his happy and unhappy, frown arc are drawn.

"Jiang Yong..."

"Jiang Lang!" Lin Yu low voice, fierce tremor a time, fell into the soft bed in immobility.

There is still no one to replace Jiang, and even when he is about to accept the touch of others, he only feels a sense of nausea.

So he hit people.

After that, if he doesn't draw well, he will beat people.

"Lin Yu."

Suddenly, a warm body approached him, hugged him and held him warmly.

Lin Yu's body trembled and startled. When he turned his head and saw that it was Jiang languo, his first reaction was to look at the whole room and see the proof of his life.

"I'm not a pervert. I'm not really a pervert," he explained

The little guy is so anxious that he has already cried.