Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

"Frankly speaking, fans are here to listen to this concert. It's all publicity. You don't sing? You want to die. "

Xia Zhiyan took the case and said with a smile, "old Dai, don't be angry. There are wrinkles."

Dai Yan immediately took out the small mirror in his pocket and pulled the skin of his eye tail.

"I'll go..." Duan Yang lowered his head and thought for a long time.

Dai Yan smiles, and instantly the fold recovers, "that's right. I'll talk about everything when I have a meal with the person in charge."

Clapping his hands, Dai Yan said, "OK, the meeting is over. Don't disturb my spa time

Remembering Xi's gritting teeth, he turned his head and said nothing.

What are the terms of the deal, isn't it obvious.

Just did not expect, Jiang languo asked him to come to the western restaurant. Is it really just a meal?

Melodious music and lively melody are scattered in every corner of the restaurant.

Duan Yang, led by the waiter, sits in his seat. Soon, a man with a rose and a mask came to him.

"For me?" Duan Yang looked at the flowers in front of him, some slightly Leng followed.

The masked man took a violin from the waiter and played it gently and slowly. A piece of clear and crisp music is interwoven with the scattered piano.

In an instant, the notes are more flexible and jump in the heart of each audience.

Duan Yang listens, also a little into infatuation. Until the end of the song, stop. The man was in front of him and took off his mask.

It's ginger.

Duan Yang was shocked and began to be nervous and uneasy.

Men in suits, meticulous hair, walking hormone charm, is a good-looking gentlemanly old rascal.

Jiang languo came over, stood behind him, gently close to his ear and said to him: "just now, is it good to hear?"

The rampant breath beat in the ear, as if the next second dip skin. If he gets closer, he may kiss himself.

Duanyang slightly lost his mind, "good."

"If you like it." However, Jiang Lang chooses to go back and sit down. Like a gentleman, he raises his glass gently and sips it slightly.

After a long dinner time, a candle was lit in the middle of the long table, swaying along with the red wine in the man's cup. It looked very romantic.

Duan Yang's heart has been beating wildly for some reason.

When it was almost time, he put down his knife and fork and Duan Yang said, "brother Jiang, I want to talk to you about dawn's concert."

Men double fingers and up, in the lip, "when eating, don't talk about work."

"But I'm here because of this?" Duan Yang bit his lips and murmured between them.

One night's careful, in Duanyang this sentence burst dike. The man gets up, slender fingertips knock on the long table, slowly, with a gentle voice to Duanyang in front of.

Stay low, get close. The tip of his nose was against his neck and breathing, "let's get started."

The man put his hand in front of him and unbuttoned. Duan Yang holds and stops, "brother Jiang, this is the restaurant..."

"Do you see anyone around?"

The second floor is empty. Even the waiter just now doesn't know when it's gone.

"But

Jiang languor pulled his hair and forced him to look up. Their lips and teeth were intertwined.

Overbearing and overbearing, he is still like this.

No matter how Duan Yang refused, it was useless to ask for mercy.

The poor man, with his things flowing in his mouth, dared to say, "I hate you so much."