Eat a sugar, immediately cough up, stomach a burst of contraction, that bitter meaning and pan on the mouth, ginger languid lying in front of the couch, vomiting. The sweet preserved fruit was stained with blood and rolled on the ground for several times.

"Young master." Ink bamboo immediately squatted down, with a handkerchief, gently wiping the corner of Jiang's mouth.

Ginger languid is really feel this body weak, empty to what extent. He waved his hand to show that there was no need to wipe it again. Lie back on the couch, speechless. Silent, silent, very sad.

"Go down." Mo Zhu ordered several servants to clean up.

Although he was also a servant, he also had different ranks. He had been in the Jiang family for a long time than his housekeeper. He was also a close servant of the eldest young master and had a deep experience.

At this time, there is the sound of firecrackers outside the door, accompanied by the noise of people.

Jiang languo grabs the bedding. He has five tastes in his heart. The world wants him not only to abstain from meat, but also from life. Grievance: can't and male lord love each other.

The voice of the eldest young master was stuffy and stuffy. "What's the joy outside?"

"It was Mr. Wang from the next door who married his aunt in the 19th room." The ink bamboo cleverly returns.

The eldest young master made a gesture to get up, and Mo Zhu rushed to support him. He raised his eyes and said, "I'm going to have a look."

Mo Zhu nods, and then pushes to Jiang languo a although very chic, but also can see is wheelchair thing.

The male Lord gestured to support Jiang languo to sit up. Jiang langong was muddled, "can't I even walk?"

"Sit still, lest you faint like last night." Mo Zhu's tone of discussion.

Jiang languor sinks a tone, still have to sit in a wheelchair with the help of the man, and then the man pushes it out for him.

After thinking about it, Jiang languo muttered in his heart: "I thought I would be one of those books with sick seedlings in it. In fact, it's very fierce. One day when I pushed down the man, I looked at his surprised eyes and ate him completely."

Jiang languo helped his forehead and was very disappointed with the body: "as a result, I'm really short of body and life."

"Don't worry about the host. There's still a year to go." The system comforts Jiang Lang in surprise.

Jiang languor waited, and sure enough, he mended the knife: "although it has not been cured for more than ten years."

Jiang Yan: "it's just

Mo Zhu pushed Jiang languo out of Jiang's house and watched the red sedan chair carried by people from the side door of the king's house.

The young master who looked at this scene with emotion suddenly opened his mouth: "little bamboo, I also want a bride."

Mo Zhu said in a low voice: "young master, don't make trouble. Your physical condition is not allowed."

Jiang Yang: "I'm sorry But I'm an adult, and I have needs. "

Black bamboo frowns.

It seems that the question baffled him. Jiang languo's corner of his mouth rose in an arc, and pointed his wheelchair. He went up along the edge of the wheelchair and touched the ink bamboo's hand. Ginger languor jokingly said: "or, bamboo, you solve for me?"

Mo Zhu's hand was closed, and the original meditation was completely dissipated by Jiang languo.

"Young master..." Mo Zhu looked at him in disbelief.

Jiang languo even smiles at him and says in the right way: "you are also 19 years old and have no daughter-in-law. You won't I don't know how to do it without experience. "

By the young master's words, the calm look on Mo Zhu's face was a little broken, and his non answer explained everything.

Jiang Lang immediately laughed.

Laughing Very good-looking.

Mo Zhu slightly a Leng, drooping eyes, "young master, this firecracker taste is too strong, I push you home."

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like