Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

Jiang languor faces his second aunt's question without expression.

There was no difference between the two aunt's words and Jiang Yan's words just now. She was a white eyed wolf and how could she be so cruel and so on.

Jiang languo choked on his second aunt with only a slight word. "I don't know if my second aunt has heard the second uncle say that I went to see the second uncle last night. At that time, a beautiful young woman was coming out of his room

The second aunt was completely stunned.

Jiang Yan created people who love his wife and son, so it is very difficult to overthrow him. But if there's evidence, it's easy.

"How can it be? Jiang Yan only loves me all his life. Don't fool me." If my second aunt didn't believe it, she didn't want to believe it.

She fell to the ground for a moment. Her husband was no longer her husband in her mind. Her son, however, was so frustrated.

"How can I live for the rest of my life..." The second aunt was in tears and suffering.

In this era, women are attached to men. Without a husband and son, there is nothing.

Jiang languo comforts, "second aunt, take advantage of the age is still young, remarry."

The second aunt looked at him with red eyes You're not kidding

"Well The second aunt can be a joke. The money left by the second uncle is enough for you to live. If you live alone or two, look at your aunt. "

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Jiang languo returned to his own yard and sat down beside the tables and chairs in the courtyard, holding his cheek as if he were meditating.

If it was the original owner, would it not be as merciless as him. Ren with the second in charge of the home so broken down, he is not too cruel

"Young master, take the medicine." Black bamboo suddenly appeared.

Ginger languid slightly scared a jump, "bamboo, you walk silent ah, silent, frighten the young master, but to be responsible."

"It's the young master who is so absorbed in his own affairs that he doesn't notice that the ink bamboo has come to the young master."

"It's my fault. How can I admit my mistake so that Mo Zhu can forgive me?" Jiang languor reaches out his hand and moves it to the waist of Mo Zhu. The bamboo will lean against him.

Mo Zhuer slightly red, "young master or drink medicine first."

Ginger languid nods, "also, drink medicine, that energy will be exuberant, otherwise, can not satisfy the appetite of Mo Zhu."

"Nonsense..." Mo Zhu retorted in a low voice, "Mo Zhu, when does your appetite need more vigorous energy from young master. Mo Zhu, with a small appetite... "

Jiang Lang was holding the medicine bowl, and his lips were smiling: "why is the bamboo so lovely, eh? I'm fascinated by the young master. "

"The young master is exaggerating."

Ginger languor a mouthful to drink that bitter medicine, look to Mo Zhu, is very obvious hint: "that try?"

"What about the day..." Mo Zhu didn't refuse. He was much better. It's the abdomen. It's still scarred. If the young master sees it, how can he explain it to him.

The coat has been lifted up, the bamboo stopped the young master's hand, unconsciously has soft voice: "young master, let's go back to the room."

"No Jiang languor then refused, staring at the sight of Mo Zhu: "I want to see more clearly the expression of Mo Zhu, how charming."

"Young master, how can this be so?" Mo Zhu made the last resistance, "then you can't lift my clothes."

"Shy?" Jiang languor gently touches the waist of the man and goes down.

Mo Zhu bit lip, "people always point to the skin of the face."

"Well, you sit up."

"Good..."