Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Undoubtedly, when Ireland, packed up properly to go out on a date to pick up a girl, sees the person behind her, she gets the look of a fly.

And he was green-faced, "Ronald Harriman, don't you know that you can't bring another man on a date? ”

Shen Mu white-faced, “Roselle is not another man, he is my bodyguard. ”

Ireland had nothing to say but to hold back the depression and invite people into the car.

They date at a top restaurant.

Before going in, to consider the face of Ireland, Shen Mubai said to Roselle Dao, "Will you wait outside for me to come out? ”

“Are you dating him?” Roselle stood in place with a cold tone.

Those deep eyes looked over, and the blue smear on the bottom of the eye seemed to infect the surrounding color, thick and clumpy, indistinguishable.

“Lornai Harriman, remember, your date is with me.” It was too late to wait for someone else in Ireland to turn around and look at the dark-haired man with a bit of hostility.

“I get it, you go in first.” Shen Wood swing his hand in white.

“Hmm." Ireland turned reluctantly.

“It's not what you think.” Shum Wood stopped whispering, "I went in first, Roselle. If you're bored, you can go back to Harriman's house first. ”

The black-haired man did not answer her words, but sent her away quietly.

Shen Kibai looked back and still found his eyes following closely. He had to laugh a little.

This guy, Roselle, has suddenly become like this since the last time she was kidnapped, and he can't help but watch.

Ireland saw the arrival of a young girl, her face slowed down slightly, and the gentleman seated her first, so she went across the street.

“Do you like wine or wine? This restaurant is top notch. ”

Shum Wood white face is stiff, this kid, wasn't he a gentleman? Order wine as soon as you come up.

“Can I have a juice, please? ”

Ireland sneered and said, "Ronald Harriman, do you still think you were that 12-year-old girl? ”

The sunken wood turned green a little bit, biting his teeth off, “That's wine. ”

Ireland handed over the menu satisfactorily, "Want something to eat? ”

Shen Mubai is also polite, dedicated to the precious and expensive points of death, although this is nothing to the Augustine family.

Cut a steak, Ireland put a small bite in its mouth, but its eyes looked blindly at the girl across the street.

Shen Kibai noticed, looking up at his eyebrows, “What are you looking at me for? ”

“Can't we get along better?” Ireland swallowed the food in its mouth and slowed down, “when you don't talk, it's still very pleasant. ”

In fact, he was the only one who understood that he was lying, from entering the restaurant to not knowing how many sights fell on the girl.

Her beauty resembles a blooming rose, so gorgeous that one can't help but notice that her snow and white skin has no flaws at all, that one cannot help but want to leave a mark on it.

Ireland carelessly thought and noticed a very dangerous gaze, and he raised his face and frowned slightly unconsciously.

“What's the matter?” Shen Kibai asked casually.

“Someone tried to kill me.” Ireland frowned.