Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

Numb, crisp, addicted in general, so that he is willing to be attacked.

Song Ken didn't know whether the idea in his mind had gone out and affected the representative. The representative seemed to lean towards himself and was getting closer and closer.

"You know what? You look at me so directly that I want to kiss you The man pinched his chin and lifted it slightly.

Then, with warm lips have covered themselves.

Song Ken clearly heard his mouth swallowing voice. He stuttered: "Dai, representative, Tang crisp sugar is still ahead..."

By the man opened his teeth, song Ken's words were swallowed by men. The man unscrupulously turns over the volume, has the interest in teasing.

"Brother, do you want a sugar to prevent airsickness?" Tang turns around.

Song Ken blushed and was held in his arms by a man, listening to their conversation.

"Is brother song asleep?" Tang asked.

Jiang languo replied: "well, you can sleep if you have nothing. Don't wait for the jet lag."

"Brother, do you eat sugar?" Tang crisp sugar is still holding the sugar in his hands. This is his new purchase, plum flavor, sour and sweet, it is his new favorite.

"No

"Oh." Tangsu has a flat mouth. Brother's voice doesn't sound very happy.

The heart rate is still slowly accelerating. When the man lowers his head and says "continue" in his ear, song's heart stalls.

"No, No Song Keng retracted himself into the arms of men.

He felt that he was a little despicable at this time. He clearly knew that the representative had already had a boyfriend, and he still wanted to refuse and welcome him.

However, I can't control it.

I don't want to control the mind that wants to occupy him.

The man thought he wanted to sleep, so he didn't say it again. The palm of his hand was gently patting him.

How could such a gentle man let him go at the beginning. Song Ken fell asleep with regret.

A long time later, the plane went down to the airport.

Jiang is still holding two suitcases. Song Ken follows them, walking like a light bulb.

When they arrived at the hotel, the front desk told them that there were only two rooms left. One was a big bed room and the other was a single room.

Tang Su Tang thought, "brother, it's the peak season for tourism. It's estimated that there are no rooms in other hotels. Let's stay here. I don't dislike you and sleep with you."

After hearing this, song Xiang wanted to scold his mother and clenched his luggage tightly.

He recovered his normal eyes and glared at the hand of the representative who did not hesitate to pass the card.

"Rely on it!" Song Ken, who entered the single room, kicked his suitcase and got angry.

"Stink means death."

Kiss him on the plane so infatuated, get off the plane can be unscrupulous, heartless and other men live in the same room, the same bed.

Annoying!

Extremely annoying.

Song Ken stepped forward and opened his suitcase rudely, and a lot of small things slipped out of it. Song Ken looked at it carefully and found that it was lubricant and sleeve.

"Qi style!"

Song Ken gritted his teeth.

What's this silly fork for? Stuff your suitcase with all this mess.

He cleaned it up and took a bath with his clothes. Then he lay in bed and looked at the ceiling with his eyes wide open.

I don't know. It means what's going on there.

Jet lag is almost the same on the plane, this is a slow night, of course, to do what you like to do.

Song Ken gritted his teeth indignantly, turned over and over, got up and hammered the quilt.

He can't sleep.