Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

“Good night, Dr. Shen.” The teenager stood up and gave her a gentle smile.

Shen Kibai stood up as soon as he saw the rest time.

At this time, the maid brought the milk, and the teenager reached over and brought it. She didn't move. She looked at it in confusion, “Dr. Shen? ”

Shen Mu hesitated in his heart, didn't catch on, obscured, “I'm a little uncomfortable, I don't really want to drink it today. ”

Chu Bai Mo was stunned, “I'll send someone over to see Dr. Shen. ”

Shum Wood waved his hands quickly, "No, I'll just get some sleep.” When she thinks of her suspicions, she always finds herself forced to flee in the eyes of a teenager.

“I'm going up first, Young Master Bai Mo. ”

The other side didn't force her, just smiled lightly, "Okay. ”

Returning to his room, Shen Wood's heart pounded and jumped. While feeling guilty, he couldn't help but wonder, and the whole person was about to score.

She had to pick up her phone, tap on the text, and found it as if the pervert had never texted again since she returned to Chu's house.

Is this a coincidence? Or when they succeed, they lose their freshness and change their goals?

Shen Mubai could not guarantee that she grabbed her head, the bias system had not returned, and there was no one to speak to.

I rolled around in bed agitated and remembered something. Shen Kibai lit up his phone and logged into the forum last time.

Less than a few months later, her original post is now more than a thousand floors long.

In addition to some people who care about the follow-up, there are also those who doubt the authenticity of the matter or ask her to explode or something.

Many of these insulting words were neglected by Shen Wood White.

She pressed the keyboard and edited a message.

1113L (Owner): That worries you, the owner is fine now. But the owner is now deeply involved because the owner is not sure if the pervert is who he thinks he is?

Immediately after sending out the details of his suspicion of Chu Bai Ink, he lay down in bed and played the game for a while.

Almost an hour apart, there were dozens more responses downstairs.

1114L: Oh, my God, the owner's back, so I've been worried about him for months.

1115L: Wow, you said the patient was suspicious, I doubt he was the pervert who followed you, maybe he had a premeditation, including you being his psychiatrist. Think about it, it's terrifying to think about it.

1116L: The owner, I doubt you, but is there really such a perfect person in the world?

1117L: I always thought the owner didn't make it clear, was afraid to expose the patient's identity?

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1189L: Actually, I don't think the owner has to tangle. If that pervert is really your patient, then if he moves out now, he will definitely try to keep you and check the room for CCTV cameras and stuff.

Shen Kibai, who was brushing the building's occasional reply, saw the reply and his eyes lit up.

Why didn't she think of it.

Shen Kibai was in a sudden exhilarating mood, but then came intense anxiety and anxiety. If that person was truly the target of Chubai Ink, how could her task go on?

The whole night was tangling with the matter, and when I woke up in the morning, I had a thick dark circle hanging under my eyes.

So much so that at breakfast, Chubai Mo sitting across from her couldn't help laughing softly, “Dr. Shen, you didn't sleep well last night? ”