Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

“You seem to have forgotten your last appointment.” Roselle lifted her eyelids and looked at him, opening her eyes.

Jenny remembers his duty, stopping in front of a blonde teenager, looking at each other with a little vigilance, thinking a little headache, if this man is going to do it, he should save which part of Young Irish Master first.

Ireland got angrier, but nobody helped him.

Besides, he is at least the successor to the Augustine family. Since force cannot solve the problem, he is also the kind of honorable young master.

So he chewed his teeth, “Of course Master Ben remembers. ”

Then he turned around stubbornly.

Ireland's first love has faded without a chance of hope.

Shen Mubai finally managed to relieve his breath. After all, this young master is really a headache.

...

The knife and fork collided with the slightest sound of porcelain, and the person sitting at the table looked at the dark-haired man standing beside him.

“Can I help you?” They looked up slightly and the tone remained unchanged.

Shen Mubai dropped what was in his hand and said, “Roselle, can you leave the restaurant first? Come back in five minutes. ”

“Okay.” Roselle followed orders and turned away from the restaurant.

After the other person's figure disappeared, she quickly stood up from her seat and summoned the maid to begin the next scene.

Less than minutes and seconds later, Roselle returned to the restaurant on time.

Shenggibai sat in his original position, pointing to something on the table, “Can you open it for me? ”

Roselle walked over, glancing slightly, reaching out one hand and picking up the cover on the table.

A sophisticated and beautiful cake appeared in his line of sight and the faint font was clearly reflected in the curtains.

Shen Mubai stood next to him, a little embarrassed, “Happy birthday, Roselle, I hope my unauthorized opinions won't upset you. ”

The maids next to him clapped their hands.

Roselle's eyes lingered on the cake for a while, and this raised her face, "Thank you, I love it. ”

His eyes turned deeper, and the blue on the bottom of his eyes seemed to melt towards the surrounding area, revealing an astonishing colour.

Though there is still no divine color on the face, the sunken wood white on the back of the neck feels that this moment Roselle seems a little different than usual.

The cake is not very big, but enough for a few people.

Shen Mubai split it it up and said, "Although I don't know if the chef is delicious or not, I don't think the taste is going to be too bad. ”

“Is this... what you do?” Roselle, not knowing when, stood beside her and lowered her head slightly, looking at her nicely.

Shen wood nodded white.

She wanted the chef to prepare it, but she didn't know why she did it herself, so she probably panicked.

Think about it. A few months ago, she was a college student who did all the work herself.

“Can I finish it? Master.” Roselle asked.

Shen Mubai looked somewhat surprised and hesitated, "This cake is quite small. ”

“As long as you do it, no matter how much, I'll eat it up.” Roselle's tone is faint.

Shen Mubai is a little lucky that he didn't do much, otherwise it would be miserable to put the male lead to death.

But now it's less than that.