Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

The other person's cold and faint eyes looked at him without a trace of hesitation in closing the bedroom door.

Shen Kibai, "Meow?” Succubus, are you sure you don't want to warm up?

A cat stood quietly at the door for a few minutes before turning back downstairs in desolation.

The living room still had its former nest, but Shen Wood White could not adapt to that feeling. Finally, she fell asleep in a group of tatamis and made a small snoring noise.

He woke up in the morning when the river suddenly opened the curtains, and the pungent white light came in from the floor window, and Shenmu white slightly squinted his eyes, and then stretched a lazy waist, making a soft meow in his mouth.

“Good morning. ”

Of course, they couldn't understand her, just turned around and looked at her and walked towards the kitchen.

Determined to miss any opportunity to brush your senses from today onwards, Shen Mubai hurriedly jumped off the tatami and followed closely.

Jiang once made fried eggs and toast today, meticulously held up his sleeve, the action was clean, but did not bring out any wrinkles.

The desolate teenager who cooks breakfast gives a pleasing sense of elegance throughout.

Shen Kibai raised his head and gazed covetously at the two fried eggs placed in the plate, then walked over very dog legs and rubbed the man's legs, making a mimmy cry.

Rather than eating cat food, it doesn't matter what you do.

I wonder if this body's voice is already softer and sounds more like it's spewing delicacy to the master.

Shen Mubai obviously didn't realize this. When he saw the man's initiative, he just slightly paused and didn't throw her aside. Then he rubbed his leg again, “meow ~”

Fried eggs!

Ignoring the cat next to her, Jiang suddenly took the fried egg toast to the table and poured himself a glass of milk.

Shen wood white disappointed to drop the cat head, but she didn't feel discouraged by it, but rather abandoned the rhythm to follow the male lead, squatted under the table, then looked up at the 45-degree angle, green eyes filled with the color of begging, making a soft and spongy scream, "meow! ”

Give me something to eat, boss!

Can't ignore the cat screaming below, Jiang once again slightly frowned, more and more feeling that he made an impulsive decision.

But he glanced at the past, holding the knife and fork slightly tight in the face of the watery green eyes.

Retracting his gaze, Jiang split one of the fried eggs into another plate with no expression, then pushed to the end of the table and looked at the cat on the floor with a cold voice and said, "Trouble. ”

Shen Wood white eyes slightly shined, very happy to rub his calf, “Mi Woo ~”

Then he jumped onto that chair and stared at the golden, delicate fried eggs in front of him, almost drooling.

After eating this meal with narrowed eyes happiness, the thought of the white beauty of the shrimp tree seems to exist when it is necessary to fuck this kind of thing.

When Jiang was ready to go out to school, she followed the past in a far-fetched fashion. When the other person stopped, she looked up innocently and looked at the past.

A boy with a clear face lowered his head slightly and a cold glance, “Stay at home, don't go anywhere. ”

Shen Kibai, "... meow?” Why?

Jiang glanced at her and said ice-cold, "Go back. ”

The white tail tip of the sandwich tree is stuck.