Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

The man sat at the table with a silver knife and fork in his hand and the clothes were ironed without a hint of wrinkles, neat and tidy. Though he was in his 40s, that face revealed a handsome shadow when he was young.

Swallow the food in your mouth not too slowly, those eyes that precipitate so many things make you feel endlessly compelled at a glance. Yadev lifted his eyes and slowly turned to the maid beside him, “What about the lady? ”

The maid saluted slightly, “Mr. Hui, the lady is still resting. ”

Yadev frowned unconsciously and said in a voice that he could not hear, "Where's Alan? ”

The maid replied honestly, "Yesterday afternoon, Miss Lornay kicked Alan out. ”

Yardev dropped the tableware in his hand, "Call her over here. ”

“Yes, sir. ”

The maid grabbed the skirt and walked up the mahogany ladder, crossing the long corridor carpet made of velvet wool, and finally stopped in front of a bedroom, knocking carefully on the door, making a pleasant voice in her mouth, "Miss Lone, it's time for you to get up, sir, waiting for you downstairs. ”

Situated on a queen bed in the middle of the bedroom, the soft sheets recessed and the owner's arms stretched out of the bed, still indifferent a few seconds later.

The maid who stood outside the door waited for a while, without the slightest agitation, but knocked on the door again, tirelessly.

Forgiveness is a man who sleeps better, and he can't help it. The master climbs up impatiently and then gets out of bed and opens the door with his eyes open. "Friar, I told you, can't anyone come and disturb me without my instructions? ”

The look on the face of the maid named Friar did not change slightly, and the tone was gentle, "Miss Lone, sir is waiting for you. ”

Shen Wood White, ".....” Oh, immunity.

She washed herself up honestly.

The maid took out her clothes from the wardrobe and was ready to serve. Shen Kibai refused, “Go away. ”

She really doesn't like the feeling that she needs someone to serve her, even though she's only twelve years old, well, simply put, one month and eleven days away.

“He's so annoying.” Shen Mubai complained to the system, “I'm just a kid, how could he be so cruel? ”

The system said unemotionally, “How dare you say it in front of him? ”

Shen Kibai, ".. dare not. ”

Walking out of the bedroom and down the stairs, the middle-aged man sat motionless at the table, apparently having finished his breakfast.

Shen Mubai walked over with a little fear, sat opposite him, and glanced at him.

“Do you know what time it is?” Yadev looked at it and still had no tone, but the sense of oppression came straight to him.

“Well, back to Father, it's 7: 35 am.” Shen Ji whitewashed his words.

“Why throw Aaron away.” Yadev frowned slightly, "if I remember correctly, this is already the third. ”

Shen Kibai said, "He looks ugly and affects my mood for the day. ”

A similar excuse, Yadev, has heard countless times, he said in disgruntled tone, "You're twelve years old, you're not old enough to be greedy. ”

“Father, there is one month and eleven days.” She corrected.

Actually, Shen Mubai wanted to say, no, I'm still a child.

But she didn't dare, because the man in front of her was the ruler of the Harriman clan, the real boss, with countless properties in his hands, all clean and unclean in front of his eyes.