Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

The girl still sleeps very heavily, the redness on her cheeks still does not dissipate, and her snow-white skin appears more and more delicate.

Roselle put her in bed and went to prepare a glass of warm milk.

Half lifted the girl in the bed, the brunette fed the milk in her hand to her lips, and lowered her voice to her master.

Shen Mubai half dreamed half awake and drank this cup of milk.

Reaching out his fingers to wipe off the milk on his lips, Roselle gave a duvet, stood up and looked at the person for a while before turning away from the room.

“Mr. Roselle, what about the chocolate in the car?” The driver came in with a bunch of boxes and asked.

“Leave it to me.” Roselle stopped walking.

“Do you need my help?” The driver asked symbolically.

“No need.”

Bring these chocolates back to the room and the dark-haired man doesn't have to open them and knows they have cards in them.

Instead of opening them, he went out and summoned the maid.

“Mr. Roselle, what can I do for you?” The maid said.

“Dispose of those chocolates.” Roselle flanked herself, and her tone was not faint.

The maid was a little surprised, "Should we get rid of all this? ”

Roselle nodded.

The maids didn't think much of it. They just did what they were told. They didn't think about the reason behind it, and smiled, "Okay. ”

Shen Kibai took a nap.

By the time she woke up, her mind had cleared up a lot. She rubbed her temple, remembered why things were happening, and hurried to prove it.

“Roselle. ”

She shouted.

The dark-haired man opened the door and came in, "You're awake. ”

"Is that box of chocolate in my car still there? ”

“Yes, would you like me to bring it for you?” Roselle asked.

Shen Wood nodded white, "Go get it. ”

Wait for Roselle to bring her that box of chocolate.

Shen Mubai couldn't wait to take it from his hand. When he looked at the word "wine heart" on it, there was a momentary impulse to help.

God knows she can't touch alcohol at all, not at all.

But it's a little embarrassing to think of anything like that. You can't let anyone know if you're drunk with two chocolates, even if that person is Roselle.

She snuck a glanceless look at Roselle.

The other side caught her gaze, looking straight at it.

“Cough.” Shen wood white against his lips, a little vain, “Roselle, did I do anything strange yesterday after I fell asleep. ”

“No,” replied Roselle, "you slept very heavily. ”

Shen wood white relaxed his breath, “Is that so? I don't know why I always want to sleep lately. ”

“You're probably a little tired of learning.” Roselle lifted her eyelids.

“That's right.” Shen Ji Bai pretended to play a disguise, shifting the subject, “Is it dinner time? ”

“I've ordered the kitchen.” Roselle replied.

Shen Mubai lifted the quilt and said, "I'm hungry. Let's go eat. ”

At the end of the meal, Roselle accompanied her upstairs.

Shen Mubai went into the bedroom, and before closing the door, he seemed to think of something, turning to ask, "By the way, Roselle, have you had those chocolates? ”

She doesn't know if she likes this sweet food yet.

Roselle looked at her and still had no half-dozen expressions on her perfectly flawless face, "It tasted good and I loved it. ”

Shumwood nodded with a smile, "Good night. ”

“Good night, master. ”