Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

Those punks who used to offend Jiang languo came to him. A group of people with all kinds of guys in their hands. Rushing over to Jiang Lang is a beating.

A little young master, originally gold branch jade is expensive, how can what fight. Even if it used to be arrogant and despotic, but now without that identity, nothing.

"Bah, how can you drag it?"

Then he kicked Jiang Lang, who was half unconscious for a while, and the group of talents left.

"Thunderbolt"

suddenly, dark clouds covered the ground, and heavy rain washed the scarred Jiang Yong on the ground.

At this time, in the atmosphere of sadness and despair, the system came late: "seeing that the host is so badly injured, the soft heart of the face and face has specially created a space-time tunnel for the host, so that the host can immediately go back to five years later."

With all his efforts, Jiang Lang can only erect his middle finger towards the system.

"Are you special..."

"Can't you come earlier?"

My hand is almost exhausted. As the words fall, it also falls.

The system looked at the comatose host and smashed it twice: "it is always necessary to experience the sufferings of this world."

Five years later.

The beauty of porcelain has become the largest drama club in Haicheng and has been transformed into a theater.

Each corner is more famous and more popular. Even some corners don't have to go to the stage and sit there quietly. With their elegant temperament, they can become a beautiful scenery in the theater.

"You Ming jiao'er, I heard that you like to eat steak. I wonder if I have the honor to invite you to the new western restaurant for a meal."

"Sorry." The invited person, you Lian Qingzhi, got on the rickshaw and left.

SHANGKAI waved his hand helplessly and failed again.

"Young master, how many women are waiting for you to go to the banquet? Why do you have to cling to the people in this theater?" The driver opens the door for shankai.

SHANGKAI only said, "this man has a taste."

What's the smell? It's the smell.

Not far away, Jiang Lang looked at all this, loosened his muscles and bones, and walked in the opposite direction with the man.

"Host, is there something wrong with your eyes? The man is not going this way." The system is worried about Jiang.

Jiang languo did not make a sound. When he saw the lost cigarettes on the roadside, he took them up and took a few deep breaths. There was no doubt that he had a poor temperament.

"Ah..." Jiang languo looks at the smoke on his hand, the smoke around him, and feels the bad taste.

Light way: "he is a real big horn son, I am just a person who may ask for food soon, what qualifications do I have to see him."

System: "host, don't lose heart. It's not the first time for a poor person to hook up with a man. Just get used to it."

To put it simply, but the original owner's self-esteem has a deep influence on Jiang Lang. Jiang languo fell into a deep inferiority complex and could not extricate himself.

Unconsciously walking, walked to the dock. Looking at the missing sign, he stepped forward.

"Are you all right?" The person in charge of the wharf porter looked at Jiang's clothes, which were ragged but still good cloth.

Which young master came out to play?

"Yes." Jiang Lang said, carrying the rice like others, two bags at a time, bending his waist, and he walked with his teeth clenched.

"All right, piecework. More work, more pay."

Jiang Lang grinned: "good."

When he said this, his breath leaked out. The rice bag crushed him, and Jiang languo directly stuck to the ground.

There was a burst of jokes at the dock.

Jiang Lang also smiles, two bags can't, then carry one bag after another.