Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

"What do you know, what do you see?" Lin Yu's tone became gloomy.

That morning, he knew that Liu Yimiao had kicked open his door. But he was very tired and his body hurt. I don't want to move in the quilt with ginger languid breath. Knowing that Jiang Lang would handle it well, he didn't pay more attention to it.

Therefore, he ignored what Liu Yimiao might see about Jiang Lang.

Lin Yu steps toward Liu Yimiao, "what do you see?"

Liu Yimiao retreated for the first time when Lin Yu approached him, "what can I see?"

"His clothes were torn by me, and the quilt was covered by me. You absolutely saw something." Lin Yu was determined.

Liu Yimiao's heart is completely broken. From his conversation just now, he not only knows that Lin Yu is the one below, but also that he takes the initiative to be the one below.

"Why do you come again?" Jiang Lang took the stool that he bought from the convenience store from afar, put it in front of Lin Yu's drawing board, and walked towards them.

This time, Liu Yimiao did not open his teeth and claws. Instead, he shouldered his own Sketchpad and ran faster than anyone else.

Jiang languo scratched his head in doubt: something is wrong with the child.

"A few days ago, Liu Yimiao kicked open my door. What did you see to him?" A cold glance came.

Because he had the experience of being a model in public, Jiang Lang didn't think it had anything to do with it. He said, "if you don't see anything, you just have your bare arms. Then he scared himself away

Lin Yu's tone is not very good: "in the future, please pay attention."

"I've been a model. Apart from the important parts, I haven't been seen by strangers. It's nothing to show people the upper body."

"That's art. It can't be compared." Lin Yugang sits down in front of the drawing board and gets up again by Jiang languo's indifferent tone.

Jiang languo still didn't understand: "isn't this actually the same?"

"It's a lot worse. Your body belongs to me during non business hours. You show it to others, it's a provocation to me. " Lin Yu's words are very serious.

Jiang Lang can't help but be amused by this little clever.

"What are you laughing at? Answer your questions carefully." Lin Yu was a little impatient.

"Well, well, I'll be absolutely careful next time."

Lin Yu still stares at him, ginger languid immediately changes a way: "absolutely won't have next time."

Lin Yu picked up the pen and daubed it on the drawing board.

But it seems that they are not very satisfied. When they finish a piece of work, they tear off one. I finished a piece of work and tore another one off.

Back and forth, Jiang Lang sits on the ground and becomes a garbage heap. He has to accept his life to clean up and tidy up for the young master.

As soon as the wind blows, Jiang Lang still has to pick up the painting paper blown away by the wind, so as not to pollute the environment.

The paper fell on the sidewalk in the landscape area, and was picked up by a woman in high-grade clothes when Jiang languo trotted over.

"Thank you. It's mine." Jiang Lang runs over.

The woman looked at the picture above and thought it was pretty good. So he raised his head and handed it to Jiang Lang.

When she saw Jiang languo, her eyes were slowly stunned.

"Jiang Yong..."

"Well, you know me."

The sound of the car flute on the side of the road made a hasty sound. He poked out a bald head and said in a vicious way: "hurry up, waste some time."

"Good." The woman shivered for a moment, no longer reply to Jiang languo's words, and turned to the bareheaded car.

Jiang Lang is strange about this man. He doesn't say who he is when he knows him. Turning around, he found Lin Yu standing not far behind him. His eyes were slightly frightened at him.