Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

Jiang Lang opens the painting again and looks at the portrait of the man who is versatile and painted by himself.

Painted with black bamboo, the skin color is healthy, the facial features are handsome, thin body, calm and cool.

Such a person, ah, so lovely, so good-looking, he so love him, but he still did not give up the idea of his own life.

The people behind this, seen from today, is very obvious. At present, the urgent thing is to find evidence against the family in the gap between the two men.

Seduce men

Jiang Lang pushes himself, how should he lift it? Now he has a lot of pimples in his heart. It's uncomfortable to see the figure of the man.

The door was just about to be opened when it was opened.

Facing the sunlight outside, Mo Zhu came in and then turned to close the door. Should be thinking about something, otherwise why pestle at the door of Jiang languo, but he can not see half a minute.

Mo Zhu behind a sudden movement, the man used the last move, hit his knee bend. Ink bamboo can't help but bow the body, sitting in the arms of his descendants.

"Young master?" Mo Zhu is nervous and guilty.

"The body of Mo Zhu is really fragrant. It smells much better than that medicine."

The young master's words fell on the back of his neck with a tender kiss and murmured.

Mo Zhu's body trembled slightly.

Later, the young master seemed to punish himself, and bit the position of the original light kiss, which made the black bamboo body numb.

"Why don't you talk? What's on Mo Zhu's body that fascinates me so much?"

I'm not willing to even stab you. If so, you should have left me.

Mo Zhu, Mo Zhu, do you know how much I love you. How can you make my mind so firm that my feelings have not touched you at all?

"Why, my words are not clean, are you so quiet?" Jiang languid deep voice.

In thinking that he can't get the response from Mo Zhu, Jiang Lang is about to let go. Mo Zhu turned his head and met his lips. Sticking to the warm lips of the young master, he began to show off clumsily.

This is the first time that Mo Zhu took the initiative

Ginger languor slightly a Leng, drooping eyes, eyes tightly staring at the ink bamboo in love, get up and hold people on the couch.

When he was about to enter the main topic, Jiang languo suddenly felt a void and fainted.

Mo Zhu gasped for breath, and the young master who was just eager to tear his clothes suddenly fell on his body, startling him.

Mo Zhu put the young master well, and then went out to find a doctor, and was slightly conscious of the young master. "It's OK," he said in a stuffy voice

"Young master..." Mo Zhu was relieved.

Jiang Lang said that he had something to do with nothing. He said that he had something to do with it. In fact, he was the same as before. He had a problem with his body. He was autistic. The first time, the first time of Temo, when he was about to fight, he found that he didn't have the physical condition to fight.

How can a man bear it!

Shit!

"Young master, don't put your face in the pillow. It's easy to suffocate." Mo Zhu worried, gently pushed Jiang languo beside the couch.

Jiang Lang ignored.

Mo Zhu micro squatting body, will put the chin on the edge of the couch, gently stirred the young master's hair.

What's wrong with the young master? He's in a low mood.

Because of what happened just now?

Ink bamboo looks dignified up, is bound to let that medicine foam away from the young master's world. He Want to, want to and young master first taste that cloud and rain into smoke.

"Young master, you will be well. At that time, Mo Zhu will take the initiative again, eh?" The man's voice was soft and soft.

Jiang languidly moved, turned to look at Mo Zhu, squinting eyes and pouting. That's the expression when you want to kiss.

Mo Zhu came forward to answer him.

There's always someone who understands your weirdness.