Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

Young master holds cheek, can't mean way: "I also want to serve black bamboo."

Mo Zhu pauses for a moment, "must not think like this."

"Why, I have the same mind as Mo Zhu. How can I survive under the service of Mo Zhu like a waste man?"

Mo Zhu's face changed slightly, "young master is not a waste man. You can't say that again."

"What is not a waste man?" Jiang languo is not in the right mind and wants to talk.

How can Mo Zhu be a person who is easy to be stereotyped and gives a perfect answer: "which aspect is not a waste man."

Jiang languo dislikes this answer very much, no longer make a voice, chew his steamed bread stuffy.

"Young master..."

The air was quiet for a while. Mo Zhu was careful and noticed something wrong with the young master, so he responded to Jiang's mind and said, "young master's hand is very strong, Mo Zhu I can't stand it. "

Jiang languo's chopsticks are scared away by the words of tiger and wolf in Mo Zhu. When he raised his eyes and looked at Mo Zhu, he kept his head down to avoid the sight of Jiang languo. His face was red, and he couldn't believe that he would say such shameless remarks.

Head down, but can accurately take the new chopsticks, handed to the young master.

His hand was caught by the young master. When he took the chopsticks away, he scratched his palm. His words were low and charming with a smile: "bamboo, do you want to experience it again?"

Mo Zhu's hand, like an electric shock, has been a little stuttered, "little, young master, have a good meal."

"Little bamboo said."

Ginger languid chopsticks put down, very obvious threat, "otherwise, I will not eat this breakfast."

If Mo Zhu has no feelings for himself, the threat will not threaten him. But if you have feelings, you can't miss the sweetness after.

"Want to..."

"Little bamboo's voice is too low for the young master to hear." Ginger languid mouth crazy hook, inch advance.

Mo Zhu a clench teeth, wriggle Yang voice way: "want."

"What do you think?"

"I want the young master's hand to touch the ink bamboo again." As soon as this word comes out, Mo Zhu breathes a stagnation, shy and at a loss.

The air is not quiet, Mo Zhu Zheng, Jiang languo laughter can not stop, joking: "originally, small bamboo is fake serious ah."

He also kept saying: "I used to look at the shy appearance of Xiaozhu. I thought it should be a gentleman with pure mind and no matter about men and women. However, he didn't realize it. Xiaozhu has a lot of thoughts."

The young master didn't give the chance to fade the red color on his face. Mo Zhu lowered his head and gnawed at the steamed bread.

After that, Mo Zhu accompany Jiang languo to the account book silently, and then observe the business situation of the shop.

Night came slowly, and they went back to Jiang's house.

Jiang Lang stretched himself, but he was tired today. He was so tired sitting that he must be more tired.

Before eating, Jiang Lang calls others to bring hot water and low cask.

"Do you want to soak your feet?" Say, Mo Zhu already crouched down body, take off shoe for young master.

Jiang languor but way: "want to bubble you."

Mo Zhu's heart was hot, his eyes were rare with a smile, "how can you always talk like this, young master..."

There's a lot of Sao talk.

The four characters are too presumptuous to say.

Let the young master put his feet into the barrel, and he gently squeezed it to ease the young master.

"You get up."

"Is it so uncomfortable?" The ink bamboo pulled up by the young master did not know. He thought that he was not good at serving.

The young master sat down according to him, but lowered himself, and then untied his shoes.

Mo Zhu was flustered and took up his legs. "Young master, why?"

"Bubble you."