Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Shen Mubai couldn't help beating his little fist to the ground, it was sad, “The cat is so cute, why don't you want to keep me? ”

And the system said, "Probably because you look ugly. ”

Shen Mubai was angry, “You're ugly, you don't even have a face system. ”

Watching the man mainly go away, she hastily followed again.

Jiang obviously noticed that she had been following closely, but did not pay any attention.

Jiang Chan's residence was not far from the school. It would only take about fifteen minutes to walk, until he opened the door, and he looked back at the cat behind him and closed the door without mercy.

Shen Wood whispered, his eyes glanced at the closed door, then turned alive without any love.

Once Jiang entered the house, he changed his slippers on the front porch and then went upstairs and came down shortly after. Walked into the living room and poured himself a glass of boiling water and sat on the couch, picking up a book with the cover in French.

Shen Mubai pointed at the male owner across a layer of glass and deeply doubted whether the other person had not recognized himself.

But even if she recognized the consequences, she was even more discouraged when she thought about it.

Now the sky is getting late. Shen Wood is hungry and grunting. She stares at the flowers not far away. Her heart is very desolate.

When she was eating flowers and looking into the window, cutting the steak river, tears of sadness were shed.

The thick curtains were pulled up, the lights inside were dark, the sunken wood hiding in the corner was white in the dark, the voice was haunted, “System, where do I sleep? ”

The system says, "It's the same everywhere. ”

Shen Wood White shrunk herself into a desperate group and then wept in the corner of her eyes and fell asleep.

Shortly afterwards, a little snoring sounded.

Shen Mubai woke up hungry in the morning, and she opened her eyes confused and saw the river falling in the window eating breakfast at the dining table.

The other party sat in a very upright position, obviously an ordinary high school uniform, but he wore out the elegance of the aristocratic style. He could not see what emotions were in his slightly drooping eyes, adding a sense of distance to the cold divine colour.

Even when enjoying food, Jiang still looks like a man without feelings, his posture is too cold, but because of that unique aura, there is a charm that makes people look down on him.

Cut a small piece of toast out of the plate and then put it in your mouth with a fork, this series of moves looks incredibly elegant, chewing just the right amount and number of times before slowly swallowing it. Bone-split hands seemed to be carefully carved by God, and Jiang reached out to one of them, picked up a cup filled with milk and put it in his mouth for a sip, and then again picked up the knife and fork in the plate.

The whole journey is not slow, it is not sloppy, but it is pleasing to the heart.

Shen Kibai stared straight at the toast in his hand and snuck out his saliva.

When Jiang walked out of the house with his schoolbag, Shen Mubai, starving, immediately appeared in his sight and looked at the past with a poor Baba's eyes.

However, the other person looked at her and walked towards the school.

Shen Wood white bitter meat could not be counted. He followed the male owner.

She was starving, thinking about all kinds of breakfast, and then walked into school without dripping down the road with the male lead, still not through the front door, of course, but through the walls.