Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

Ji Zian was angry with his friend, and when he returned to the inn, he decided to turn grief and anger into appetite.

He asked the handsome waiter to set himself a big table of delicious food, and ate it downstairs. He was not in the mood to go back to his room.

But just as the meal was on the table, and he was about to clip a chopstick on the pig's elbow, someone came back with his wife in his arms.

Ji Zian was startled and his chopsticks fell to the ground.

"Rong Qing, how dare you be? Master Lin must not run to break your leg if he knows that his son has been brought to the Inn by you." Ji Zian looks scared. He has a lot of information in his hand.

His father's name is Lin Pingshun. When he was young, he was famous. When he was old, he was restrained. But if someone touched his scales, the old man would be serious.

Lin Pingshun really has two pieces of scales on his body, which are his two sons.

But the eldest son is an official in the imperial court, and they can't provoke him. But the second scale is held by Rong Qing in his hand.

Ji Zian's eyes were sharp. He saw that there were ambiguous marks on the skin of the young master. He didn't have to think about it. It must have been Rong Qing's doing it.

A good friend is really a blockbuster. When he doesn't look for a wife, he is very abstinent, just like a monk with seven passions and six desires.

But after this is found, it's not a monk. What he does is very bold.

Ji Zian asked himself that he shouldn't have brought his brother-in-law to the couch by the way.

Wait a minute. It seems that Rong Qing didn't take the young master to the bed. They went to the boat.

Boat?!

Ji Zian took the blame with envious eyes to Rong Qing's body to see, the boy is too good to play, but not very pitiful.

If he likes a person, he must take him to the couch with silk quilt.

Lin Jinan said hello to Ji Zian and was taken upstairs by Rong Qing. Before leaving, Rong Qing also told the waiter to bring some food to his room.

Ji Zian's good appetite was disturbed by this pair of wall people who showed their love.

"You, you come here and help me take everything to my room upstairs." Ji Zian called the handsome waiter and touched his chin.

He and Rong Qing's room is next to each other, just can go eavesdropping on the corner.

Hey, hey!

The handsome bartender, obediently answer, his strength is not big enough, so little by little to move things upstairs.

Ji Zian sits on the stool, looks at the shop small Er Qing thin back, estimates his small waist actually how thin.

It was not enough to estimate. Ji Zian held out his hand when people came up to him.

"You, what are you doing? My guest... " The response of the bartender was very big. He was afraid that others would touch his waist. As long as he was touched, he would be flustered.

The bartender doesn't look like a man. There are also skinny men, but none of them is as thin as a bartender and has no sense of disobedience.

"Well, I'm lonely when I eat wine. You don't have anything to eat. Why don't you accompany me to eat upstairs?" Ji Zian felt hurt and needed a person's company.

The bartender is different from the other clerks in the inn. He is the most beautiful and endurable person in the inn. He is very much in line with Ji Zian's mind.