Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

After all, this dressmaker is naturally uncomfortable with this waste on weekdays.

Shen Wood White was not in a hurry, walking toward the woodshed, and after opening the old door, the wet and dirty bad inside of her eyes, she frowned slightly.

The choreographer behind her couldn't speculate about her true attitude for a while, cautiously, “Real people, this feast is probably cutting trees right now. ”

Shen Mubai turned around and looked down at him, "Go and get me someone. ”

There was a bad feeling when the miscellaneous heart paused, restless, "Yes, real people. ”

Not long later, the banquet was led to Shen Kibai by the miscellaneous servant.

The other party was still wearing the black suit, and the surrounding body breathed heavily. The eyebrows seemed to be filled with an indelible gloom. She was seen kneeling in the ceremonial ceremony, “Disciple banquet, met the master. ”

Shen Kibai said, "Get up. ”

“Thank you, Master.” The banquet stood aside and lowered its eyebrows, and those slightly rough hands could see the wind cream that had been abundant over the years.

Shen Wood couldn't help sighing, thinking that the male lead was really rough.

So she lifted her jaw slightly, “From now on, you will move to the master. ”

The body of the banquet was slightly tongued, then his eyes were raised, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes, and the words were calm, "Yes, Master. ”

The chores on the side were shocking and incredible to see.

Shen Kibai put his eyes on him and said coldly, "Go get all those people. ”

Those people, naturally, are those who bullied the banquet before.

The choreographer finally realized something was wrong, his teeth trembling, “Yes, real people, the dwarf is on his way. ”

From start to finish, the banquet stood beside him, his eyes half-moved, and his breath was still around him, as if everything here had nothing to do with him.

Shen Mubai worried about the system, “It's over, I'm afraid I can't remove this poisonous woman's impression for a moment and a half. ”

The system says, "Good job, you're the best. ”

Shen Kibai, "... me | day | your grandfather. ”

Less than a minute later, the chores gathered all the people together, and none of them knew what had happened, somewhat restless.

Shen Mubai walked a few steps from them and said softly, "Normally I don't pay much attention to Snow Peak, but that doesn't mean I don't know.” She turned her tone and smiled, “This one really thinks he's the owner, even if he's a piece of crap, it's not your turn to give him a face. ”

It's not her mouth, it's just that if you don't say so, people will collapse. If you want to help the male lead a little bit, well, that's probably not going to add much.

Those two platoons of miscellaneous servants saw Shen Kibai angry, both of them scared the cowards, hurriedly kneeling on the ground and crying, “Real people, we were wrong, please be happy. ”

The steward was a man of vision, and he came out and said, "Real people, what happened?” He said, slapping himself, "Blame me, I don't usually discipline these bastards. ”

It is absolutely impossible to say that the management does not know. He not only knew, but let it go. He usually took the benefit of those people and intended to close his eyes. Anyway, it would be a pleasure to have some more monthly salaries. This feast is a wrecked waste of spiritual roots. It's not as good as putting it on Snow Peak as fixing it for a servant. In that case, it's better to wrap up all the work and save food.