Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

"Mo Zhu, where are you going if you don't go home?" Jiang languor lets Mo Zhu pull him, ask.

Mo Zhu did not respond, thinking that the desolate dead end lane, and then into a seemingly dilapidated yard outside, actually full of flowers. Many flowers, colorful, especially beautiful.

"This is what you planted..." Jiang's words have stopped.

Mo Zhu kisses him, the posture is very urgent. While kissing, while taking ginger languidly to the room full of flowers and unexpectedly clean, and then push down.

"Young master, you have tasted the dried fruit." There was a strong emotion in his eyes.

Jiang languo licked his lips with interest and said, "it's very sweet."

"Young master Can I... " Mo Zhu was slow and hesitated for what he said later. He was more afraid of the young master's refusal.

The young master stroked his shoulder, his eyes bent, and said, "yes, Mo Zhu can do anything to the young master, but he is at the mercy of Mo Zhu."

"Is sleeping, sleeping young master OK?" Ink bamboo stutters, eyes with expectations.

The young master nodded.

"Body, is that all right?" Mo Zhu is still worried. If he confuses the young master again, he will feel guilty.

"Mo Zhu, are you doubting your man? It's unforgivable." Jiang languor hoops his waist, then two people then changed position.

"The young master is much better, and he can definitely bear the black bamboo like a tiger. Do you want to try it

Mo Zhu's eyes and eyes are slightly open, and he actively leans back to the body and pours on Jiang languor. "Yes," said some impatiently in a hoarse voice

After that, it's not a question of trying bamboo. In this world, this kind of thing happened once in 30 years. On the whole, bamboo suffered.

They stopped at the end of the night. Jiang Lang put on his clothes. When he wanted to pick him up, Mo Zhu shook his head. "Mo Zhu can get up by himself. Young master, go out first."

How can Jiang languo go out? Mo Zhu is still clinging to him. How can he refuse to touch him.

Ginger languor Mou son tiny turn, pretend to get up, go out of the room. In Mo Zhu, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the bloodstain on the bed sheet. He was ashamed and painful. At this time, Jiang languo turned back.

Mo Zhu is nervous, continue to use the body to block. But at this time, he could not resist the young master's strength. He was hugged by the young master. The young master was still staring at the couch list.

"You're hurt. You don't talk." I think his action is urgent and rough.

This Mo Zhu did not say, Jiang Lang thought that he had excellent bearing capacity. Impulsive, but completely forget that this little guy is also the first time.

"Young master said, let me control. I Ink bamboo red face, close to the young master's heart, listening to the powerful heartbeat, continued: "I naturally by the young master do what he wants."

Ginger languid helpless, and by the bamboo this crooked gas smile, "after uncomfortable, there is pain, want to say you know?"

Mo Zhu's eyes suddenly open to see the young master. This is not the last time. There will be another one in the future. That's what you mean, right.

Secretly happy in the heart, Mo Zhu nods fiercely in the young master's arms. It's very kind of you to be in good health.

Originally, I wanted to go back to Jiang's house and his house directly with Mo Zhu. However, before entering Jiang's house, Mo Zhu is in Jiang's arms.

Shyly poked at Jiang Lang and said, "young master, go ahead first, and I will come later."

It's a way to take the overall situation into consideration. Jiang languo is not very happy. He is greedy, want to and ink bamboo in the public's sight, magnanimous.