Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Shen Mubai began to live a life of frightening fear that one of the bad luck bastards would be killed by the left.

But the most important thing now is how to defuse each other's grievances.

Shen Mubai fell into deep contemplation, the death of Zuo Fuzhong and the affairs of Chen Jiahui were over, the progress bars reached 20%, how much is the resentment.

She dared not think too much, but thought that the task was full of malice to her, a snot, a tear and a ghost to live with, and to be eaten tofu, no human rights, no say, it was too bad.

Ultimately, the fate of the left, most importantly, is related to his growth.

So Shen Kibai thought about it and decided that starting today, it would be good for all of us to feel left, so that he could have an abortion sooner.

Dreams are good, reality is backbone.

Don't say it's a temperament, Shen Mu Bai didn't even look at him more afraid to tremble.

She lay in bed and looked at it almost eleven o'clock. The hand in her clothes had not been taken out yet. Shen Mubai raised his courage and called him, "Left encounter. ”

Left encounter with her earlobes, hand fine without || touching her waist line.

His tongue was cold, and he shook a shake and he grabbed him with his hand.

Her legs sat on the left side of her body, and Shen Wood blushed and blushed. She tried to climb down with shame, but was held down by the left side.

Her gloomy, dark eyes stared at her instantly, her cold hands touching her cheeks and forcing her to lean down and kiss her lips.

Shen wood white was so cold and shivering, in the ice and fire heaven, the nerves were numb.

Ambiguous water stains rang in the bedroom, she was kissed for a while, panting on her left chest, slowed for a while to think of her own business, “Left encounter, I want to take you to a place. ”

She dared not say where it was, but looked at each other with anticipation, a little nervous and a little grumpy.

She touched her waist on the left, as if she loved this place so much, her dark eyes stared straight at her, “Where are you going? ”

Shen Mu white-hearted, looked away, obscured, "Go and you'll see. ”

Left doesn't talk, just looks at her.

He slowed down when Shen Kibai was about to defeat. "When? ”

Shen Wood was delighted, but calmly said, "Saturday. ”

On Saturday, she took left to the playground.

Shen Kibai was a little nervous, staring at the left encounter beside him, trying to see something from his face.

But the left encounter just lowered her head slightly and looked at her with pitch-black eyes and said, "What's wrong? ”

Shen Kibai saw that there was no discomfort between his eyebrows and relieved himself. Although his heart was a little scared and shivering with Cersei, he nevertheless raised his courage to stretch out his hand, “Give me your hand. ”

She stared straight at her left until she looked at her scalp and stretched out her hand.

The left-handed man now has a meter and eight, and his fingers are also much longer than before, slightly pale in colour, but beautiful.

If his destiny is the way it is, even if it is not loved by heaven, it will not go far.

But Left is dead, and his life is miserable.

Shen Kibai recalled those things and his hand, which he had intended to retract, became firm again.

People looked at her strangely, but Shen Mubai didn't care, he just took his left hand to the ticket office to line up.