Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

"I I'd better get up. " This time, Mo Zhu deliberately avoided the sight of the young master, grasped the young master's wrist with both hands and forced to get up.

His coat was slightly straightened, and he retreated to one side. I can feel the burning on my face.

Jiang languo looked at his flushed cheeks and grinned at the corners of his mouth. The skin of this face is still very thin, so don't tease him.

When he was full of food, Jiang languo just wanted to suggest going out to eat, and immediately someone sent him a pile of account books.

"Young master, this is the general account book of the last month. Please check it."

Jiang languo looks at this pile in front of him, very depressed. The last world did not escape the account book, at least later there was a man to help him, he did not pay any attention to it. How can the world still have these things.

With his account books higher than those sitting there, Jiang languo sighs. Life is not easy. Is it really good to treat a critically ill patient like this.

"Bamboo, can you read the account book?"

Ink bamboo hand suddenly a tight, in the eye flashed the astonishment. Blink an eye to restore the usual look, the way: "young master, you are in charge of the family, or do not let other people review such important things, better."

"You and I have thirteen or fourteen ideas." Jiang languo held his jaw and looked at him with a smile: "is this still an outsider?"

Mo Zhu frowned: before, although the young master was weak, his vigilance was very high. Was he testing himself?

"Not family is better than family, but there are some things that family shouldn't get involved in." Mo Zhu lowered his body.

Jiang languo, like a heavy child, faced with complicated homework, reluctantly said, "well, I'll see for myself."

At this time, we can see the depth of the night. Finally, after reading the account book, Jiang Lang stretched himself.

Smell the smell of food between the nose immediately, this glance, the figure of black bamboo is sure to be at the table again. Jiang laid down his pen and slid in his wheelchair.

This time, Mo Zhu was on guard. At the moment when the young master arrived at his back, he immediately turned to the other side.

Ginger languid smile: "rest assured, this kind of strategy makes enough once, I, will not make the second time."

Unless, at that time, there was no better way.

Mo Zhu breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Lang: hum, there are ways to take advantage of you.

Jiang languor looked at this little water, suddenly lost his appetite. He moved his chopsticks and stopped.

Mo Zhu came forward and asked, "what would you like to eat? I'll cook for him." He simply thought that Jiang was tired of stretching his chopsticks.

"No more." Jiang Yang shook his head and turned his wheelchair. I just pushed it a few times, but I couldn't push it any more. Turning around, it was mo Zhu who held the wheelchair.

He did not recognize the way: "you only ate two mouthfuls, how can you be full?"

"If I don't eat, you can't force me?"

Young master's words embarrassed Mo Zhu. He really can't do anything to Jiang Lang.

"Tonight, I sleep in the outer room. If the young master is hungry, please call me." Mo Zhu released his hand and spoke with respect.

Jiang Lang waved his hand, which was an answer to him.

After the bath, is also one of the ink bamboo. Jiang languo looks at the person who washes his body for himself, with a serious look on his face.

"Black bamboo."

"Well?"

"I think we look like an old man and wife."

Mo Zhu's heart palpitations, smile slightly, but not reach the bottom of the eye: "young master is today's Wang family to stimulate to it."

Thinking about this day, Mo Zhu felt that he had found the source of something wrong with the young master.

But the young master straight Ning Ning's looking at him, the words said with a smile: "not necessarily."