Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

Mo Zhu's high fever subsided, and when she woke up again, Jiang's family was in chaos.

Due to his health and the poor business of the Jiang family caused by the famine, Jiang Lin was finally overwhelmed and left.

At the moment of mourning, Jiang languo stayed in the house for three days and nights without eating, drinking or persuading. Until the moment of his father's funeral, he came out, and his face was completely pale.

When he woke up, he was asked to do things by his servants. When he was washing young men's clothes, he saw Jiang Yong, and he could not remember who this man was

Later, there was a familiar voice in his memory, and said to him, "you can go and stay with the young master, gain his trust, and let him eat the medicine and the food at the same time."

"I, but the one who took you back to the Jiang family, you boy can't be ungrateful."

In the impression of Mo Zhu, I really heard the sound. Later, he saw that the man stuffed some steamed bread for him, and said, "what's the matter, do it, you'll have food, otherwise, you'll be starving to death."

Steamed bread

Carriage

This man's voice

The young Mozhu decided that the second leader of Jiangyan was his benefactor. As my parents said, we must know how to repay them.

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Mo Zhu suddenly opened his eyes, and the sweat on his forehead infiltrated into his eyes with his soberness, causing his eyes to be particularly astringent.

He's in a mess right now.

In the dream, he seems to mistake people as saviors.

The brain suddenly started to ache again. When he was five years old, Mo Zhu's memory was restored. It's not a dream, it's a real reality.

He poisoned his true benefactor for nearly fifteen years.

Eyes unconsciously fell tears, ink bamboo staring at the front, eyes empty.

"Mo Zhu, you finally wake up." After a busy night's work, Jiang is so tired that he sleeps beside the couch and wakes up with wet drops. He rubbed his eyes and looked up. The ink bamboo was sitting.

When he got up, he hugged Mo Zhu, and Jiang languo said in a relaxed voice, "but I finally wake up. I should be hungry. I'll bring it to you..."

Ginger languid corner of the mouth can not help but smoke, "estimated that porridge has been boiled rotten."

When he rubbed Mo Zhu's face, he found that he was crying. Jiang languidly kisses the wet corner of his eyes and comforts him: "is it still painful? Let me see... "

"Young master..." Mo Zhu grabs his hand, in the heart a meal is afflicted. He is really ashamed of the young master.

"I won't make you that long next time, I promise." Close to Mo Zhu, Jiang Lang repeats what he might not hear when he was confused.

Wronged Baba lay on the shoulder of Mo Zhu, Jiang languo said: "can Mo Zhu not be angry, do not refuse young master's next happy."

Mo Zhu has been guilty, but the young master has been pulling his mind, recalling his indulgence at that time. Arrhythmia, Mo Zhu slightly hot red face: "young master, I am not angry, also It won't be rejected. "

Jiang languor rubbed his earlobe, "the black bamboo ear lobe is soft, it feels good. Black bamboo It's good to feel the body, too

"Young master." Mo Zhu slightly stares at him, the words are powerless.

"Well, don't say, I'll bring you some food and wait for you. Don't go down on the ground, you know?"

Mo Zhu nods cleverly.

Looking at the back of the young master leaving, the black bamboo covered the painful heart.

"What to do..."

"How can I, who have done such a thing, be entitled to enjoy young master's love."