Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

What Lin Jinan wants to do is to pick up the stars.

The original owner was a sophomore. The school was no longer forced to live on campus. So he took his luggage and rented a small apartment near the school.

Renting their own house will be relatively free. First, the original owner can wear whatever she wants; second, it is convenient for him to make videos and broadcast live.

The original owner is a contract anchor of Apple video. After a live broadcast, he can make a profit of 450000 yuan.

A considerable income, plus the allowance given by parents, makes it 600000 or 70000 a month. The original owner's father is a company, and there is only one child in the family, which inevitably spoils a little.

In spite of this, the original owner's money is still not enough. He has the hidden shopping maniac attribute. In the wardrobe, there are expensive skirts, wigs, high-heeled shoes, and various famous brand bags and cosmetics.

"Mr. Lin, you must rely on women's clothing strategy song Huaiju, this is a daily and compulsory task." System road, it is dazzling, staring at the mainstream saliva.

Mr. Lin is very nice.

“……” Lin Jinan looked at a room full of women's clothes, and wanted to cry without tears. He picked up a black sailor's suit and thought with a frown.

Three hours later, the man Lin disappeared, replaced by a weak face of sister Lin.

The original owner's Adam's apple is not obvious. He looks like a girl. He has a slim skeleton, and women's clothes will not have a sense of disobedience.

Even his voice, between the boy and the goddess, belongs to the neutral tone.

To sum up, men can be men and women can be attacked and accepted.

Lin Jinan chose a black long straight wig, the original owner is not only a woman's wear boss, but also a makeup blogger.

Lin Jinan perfectly inherited his craft and dressed himself up like a fairy.

His height is 1.78 meters, a pair of long white and straight legs, very eye-catching, passing men are quietly looking at him.

From leg to waist, then to

A swan's long neck is a face.

The boys who saw their faces turned red, almost without losing face.

Good, beautiful

Lin Jinan pretended not to hear the air breathing around him. He was looking for people everywhere.

"Brother Tong, are you sure song Huaiju will pass this road?" Lin Jinan looked at the mobile phone. He waited for half an hour and didn't see the man coming.

"Soon, happy, soon, he will be out of the teaching building." The system looks at the host and warns, "Mr. Lin, don't be so bold. You're almost gone!"

Lin Jinan quickly stretched out his hand and pulled down the hem of her skirt.

Song Huaiju's left eye danced ceaselessly. When he was young, he listened to the elders.

The left eye jumps, good things come, either peach blossom or fortune.

He dissipated the unrealistic idea in his mind, which was palpebral tremor.

"Here it is, Mr. Lin. look to the right!" Exclaimed the system. It was so excited.

Just at a glance, Lin Jinan confirmed that song Huaiju was his man.

Cold and handsome, a pair of celibate appearance of no entry, not that dog man will be who.

Lin Jinan walked forward with a stuffy head. When passing by the man, he pretended to have sprained his foot. He grabbed the man's clothes and bumped into his chest.

Song Huaiju's papers were scattered all over the floor, and his hands, somehow, were placed on the girl's waist.

Not only that, he couldn't help rubbing it.

It's, like, hooliganism.