Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

When the representative of simple decoration, generous pattern, bright and spacious house, song Zhenzhen felt sad.

"Representative, I think I'd better go back."

When a college student is near graduation, the biggest difficulty encountered in practice is to compare with the outstanding students of the same age.

The man hung up the umbrella and closed the door. When song came to the door, the door needed to be unlocked by fingerprints.

"On behalf of..." The tone of song's request.

Finally, this simple minded male college students hook up with their own home, how can Jiang languo be so simple to let him go.

"What would you like to drink?" The man goes into the kitchen, or somewhere else.

Song Ken was so flustered in his heart that he had to come in too low to say, "representative, I don't need to drink, I just want to..."

Well, why did he follow.

No, it's not a kitchen. It's a bathroom.

No, no, no, he should have closed his eyes at this time. It's right to close your eyes.

It stands for strong and strong bare arms, smooth and straight back, clear texture of waist, and clear abdominal muscles.

Song Ken realized that not all men at his age were of the same stature. Thin and tall, no belly, but not the abdominal muscles of dreams.

"A big man, what are you shy about?"

In front of me, it seems to be the representative. Song Ken, with his eyes closed, retreated quickly.

What did he knock? Song Ken fell.

A pair of big hands around him in time, and he fell with him just hit the place.

Song Ken opened his eyes. The place he knocked into was the big sofa representing his family. This is a soft, wide Chinese sofa.

Song Keng is still very rare to see such a wide sofa. It may also be due to his poverty and narrow vision.

On his body is a representative of the hot, strong body, pressing him tightly. Song Zhen's face turned red all at once, and his voice was waxy for some reason: "on behalf of you, you pressure me out of breath."

"Then you have to practice the ability to be oppressed." The man's mouth with an inexplicable smile, up.

Song Ken sat up slowly, his cheeks red and hot: "why?"

"Develop the ability to withstand the hardships of life." The man's words came and he went into another room.

System: "I believe you ghost!"

Song Ken did not dare to follow. He hesitated on the sofa, his eyes were too nervous to know where to stare.

The man soon came out with two cups in his hand.

"I don't know what you like to drink. I made you a hot drink."

Song Ken took the cup from Jiang's hand, nodded politely and said, "thank you, representative."

He took a sip, then corrected Jiang languo seriously and said, "I'm 22 years old, the same age as the representative, not a child, but a man."

With a long ending, "Oh ~"

then the representative sat beside song Ken with a hot drink, and his half thin lips uttered a low voice: "so, Xiao Song has done everything he should do to become a man?"

Song Ken thought that it was the love between men and women. He almost got angry, coughed a few times, and quickly replied, "I haven't, I haven't done this kind of thing."

"Oh." Men only say this word again.

With his hands on the sofa on Song Ken's shoulder, Jiang languo said again, "little song is very conservative."

Song Ken's eyelashes trembled slightly and gave a low "um" sound.

In fact, the main reason is that he is more interested in the game, so is the woman, plain light.