Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

"It's OK." Jiang languor sighed and replied.

In the room, when Jiang languo thinks of his body, his legs feel numb. He can't make a little strength. He feels strange pain. It's like a cramp.

Mo Zhu did not say a word, slightly bow the lower body, and picked up Jiang languo. But Jiang languor even put his arm around the neck of Mo Zhu. I think they should have done it many times.

But this time, when the young master lay back to his bed, he did not let go of his hand, but tightened it. Mo Zhu did not expect, the body a low, lips actually rub the young master that pale lips. The whole body of Mo Zhu was frozen.

The young master also licked Mo Zhu immediately got up, the action was a little flustered, "young master, I'll go to the kitchen to see if the lunch is ready."

Voice down, even if turned out to go out.

Stay ginger languidly lying on the couch, secretly happy. He just wanted to make the black bamboo closer to himself and tease the decent man a little, but he didn't expect that he didn't have any precautions against himself Touching his lips, Jiang languo amused himself.

The people in the kitchen are packing boxes for the young master. Take food to the young master's house, the heart of the mouth actually this time are not stable down.

Exhaled, Mo Zhu opened the door. The young master just sat down and saw him smile brilliantly. It can be seen that the young master is in a good mood.

"What about lunch?" Ginger languidly put food on the table in the dark bamboo at the same time, he got down from the couch, sat in the wheelchair, pushed over.

Push to the back of the man and further into the bend of his knee. Here, however, there is a conditioned reflex of immediate weakness.

Just put food ink bamboo suddenly sat down, sat in the back of a premeditated man's legs.

"Young master!" Mo Zhu wanted to get up, but the young master surrounded him and refused to let him up.

Ginger languid flicked the forehead of the person with anxious face, "don't move, there should be adverse reactions later."

"What not..." Mo Zhu's body suddenly became stiff.

The quality of the wheelchair is very good. There is no squeaking sound when two people sit. Jiang can push it close to the table with one hand.

"Young master, it's not good for your legs to sit down like this." Mo Zhu is a bit urgent, and he says every word.

But the young master shook his head, suddenly sad: "I die so fast, I haven't tried to hold other people's feelings, ink bamboo, give me a hug."

This makes Mo Zhu's attitude no longer so urgent, "against the rules..."

"No one can see it." Jiang languor tightens the arm that holds the black bamboo waist.

Ink bamboo instantly hooped into Jiang languo's arms, listening to the young master's strong son's heartbeat.

"Try it." The young master said, to the bamboo with light dishes.

Mo Zhu wanted to refuse, but the young master looked at himself with that sad look. Mo Zhu hesitated and opened his mouth.

"Is it delicious?"

When the young master asked, Mo Zhu nodded.

Jiang Lang immediately ate with the chopsticks. The ink bamboo saw it, and his indifferent look finally collapsed. He rose slightly and took a new pair of chopsticks in the food box, indicating: "young master, change a pair."

"No change." Jiang is stubborn.

Sitting back in Jiang's arms, Mo Zhu's back is tense. He said with some difficulty: "young master, let me go. You... "

"You move so much, I naturally have this reaction, normal normal, we continue to eat." Jiang Lang caresses his shoulder symbolically.

This is a good excuse to play rogue.