Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

Jiang Lang: "it's cruel of you to say you. If you have been in it for ten years, when you come out, I am not forty years old. "

Pinching that only a little bit of meat face, ginger languo particularly uncomfortable voice: "so old, you don't want me, I can only be lonely for a lifetime."

"I want it, I'll..." Mo Zhu was anxious to export, and realized how ambiguous his words were.

Suddenly his face was even hotter. Mo Zhu took his face away and gently rubbed the man's hand. He also stroked his face's hand. In a very low voice, he said, "for three years, there is no one else, young master?"

Jiang Lang: "no interest."

The heart of Mo Zhu is even more beautiful. He also slowly has the pressure, that is the young master's body.

The young master said, "is that ok? If you can't, you'll be suffocating. At that time, little bamboo will have no happiness for the rest of her life. "

Jiang languo words just finished the next second, ink bamboo is active toward the ginger languid counter attack.

Jiang was slow. When he almost broke his old bone, he reacted and spread his hands and held the bamboo in his arms.

"Young master, don't you mind me? I ruined the young master for 14 years. I made him eat the light food and live in a wheelchair. I... "

The man gently kiss him, eyes full of obvious favor, "I don't mind. But for the rest of my life, moso bamboo must give me something with strong taste, and accompany me to surround the great mountains and rivers, how about it? "

Heart pumping, ink bamboo groped for the heart, here is faster.

A head directly bumped into the man's arms, Mo Zhu with the voice of crying and trembling: "how can you tolerate me like this, will connive me to become bad."

The man even said with a smile: "the ink bamboo is not bad, the young master does not love."

Young master likes real self

When he reached the depth, Mo Zhu was about to be relieved. The young master said seriously in his lips: "you have become the person on the top of my heart. You can't leave any more. If you leave again, my heart will disappear. Who can live without heart. "

Mo Zhu nodded, and then he took the initiative to approach the young master.

This initiative didn't hurt. I don't have a fever, but I can't move.

The man sat on one side with bare arms, just like a child who made mistakes, and looked at the ink bamboo whose eyelids were hard to open.

"I promised before, but I didn't do it. I'm sorry, bamboo."

Mo Zhu said in a hoarse voice, "what did you do to me?"

"I said I would stop making trouble with you. I didn't control it this time." Jiang Languang is looking at the ink bamboo full of traces of the neck, on the heart.

"Ink bamboo, like it."

The air was still for two seconds.

"What did you say just now?" said Jiang

Mo Zhu moved by hand, found Jiang languo's hand, slowly grasped his little finger, and then replied, "Mo Zhu likes to be like this with young master."

This word, let Jiang Lango this heart immediately soft.

Later, Jiang Lang looked at the place where he would clean up occasionally. I don't think it's enough to bring back the body.

After kissing Mo Zhu, he takes the initiative to hook up with his little hands, and Jiang Lang puts on his clothes for Mo Zhu. Then, carrying him on his back, he walked to the Jiang family.

"Young master, let's get in through the back door." Mo Zhu has no strength, simply bite ginger languor's ear, say words again.

When you are full of Qi and blood, it's like this for three years. Lian Ying said: "OK, where the ink bamboo let me go, I will go in."

When Mo Zhu sleeps in the past, he always thinks that the young master's words are strange.

What I said was strange.

I can't help learning from young master.