Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

"Hurry up, then." Jiang said.

Seeing Mo Zhu nodded, he went in first.

The first time Jiang languo was hot water, a little clumsy.

To think of it, Mo Zhu's body should not be very comfortable now. After washing him, rub some medicine to let him rest quietly for a few days and recover.

"Young master, I will come." The servant walked into the kitchen and saw the young master doing such a thing.

Just as it happens, ginger can't cook. He got up, wiped the dust on his face, and said, "cook me some porridge with meat grains, and bone soup."

"Yes, young master."

Jiang Lang stands aside and looks at how this person boils. It seems that you can't learn from it. Then he felt that he had to go back to the room and have a look at the ink bamboo. He should have come back at the wrong time.

"Cook it first, then leave it. Don't tell me. Someone will bring it to my house."

"Good, young master." The servant lowered his head and sent the young master away.

When he was alone in the kitchen, he was relieved. The young master was there, so oppressive that he didn't know how much salt he should put.

Jiang languor returned to the room, but could not see the outside room, the figure of Mo Zhu. The whole body then burst into a cold sweat, he flurried out of Jiang's house.

Just as he was about to enter the garden yard of the dead end, he saw a man lying not far from them. Jiang Lang rushes forward, and it turns out to be a black bamboo.

"Black bamboo!" Jiang Lang picked up the man and rushed back to his house.

Originally thought it was after the event, so the body of Mo Zhu was very hot, but I didn't think it might be because of fever. It's getting hotter and hotter now.

Ginger languid flustered with cold water cloth applied to the forehead of Mo Zhu, and kept calling in his mouth, "Mo Zhu Black bamboo... "

"You little fellow, why don't you say you're uncomfortable?" Jiang Lang was a little angry, but also angry himself. The animal thinking in the lower body didn't take good care of the bamboo.

He went to the kitchen and brought a basin of warm water. He wiped, cleaned and changed his clothes.

During this period, Mo Zhu slightly frowned, but did not say a word. Jiang was so scared that he invited him in the middle of the night.

Seeing this scene, the doctor felt that he might be killed by the eldest young master as soon as he went out after he had made a prescription. He was more flustered than Jiang languo and asked, "young master, can I go out alive?"

"If he is good, you can. If he drinks the medicine you prescribed and there is no movement, then you can wait to die. " The cold in man's eyes.

Trembling, the doctor went to cook the medicine for the young master's personal servant.

After waiting for the temperature of the medicine to drop, Jiang Lang gave the medicine to Mo Zhu, and then kept changing the cold cloth on his forehead. After a busy night's work, his fever gradually subsided.

The next day when the doctor was bright, he was dizzy with dark circles and walked out of the void. He is very old. With the opportunity given by young master Jiang, he also experienced the feeling of staying up late.

I can't stand it when I'm old.

Jiang languor sits on one side, gently touching the hair of the ink bamboo moistening his face. "Next time, I will reduce the number of times, gentle action, do not make you. Mo Zhu, you wake up quickly, OK

The hand of Mo Zhu is clenched, close to his face, Jiang languo looks at Mo Zhu that pale lip color, the heart is always tense.

"Black bamboo..." Jiang Lang's heart of shame and regret.

System Mending: "now I guess that's just talking about it."