Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Ireland snapped a finger and a waiter with roses walked in.

“Flowers for you. ”

Shen Kibai took it, "Thank you. ”

The surrounding diamonds didn't blind her dog's eyes.

Ireland was upset by the calm reaction of the young girl, but she stood up and sent her to the door.

When he saw a dark-haired man, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and he had a hunch that the matter could not be undone.

“I won't send you back. We'll see you next time.” Irish Road.

Sunken nodded white, feeling that the faces of the blonde youth overlapped somewhat.

She shook her head.

One hand held her shoulder steadily and a slightly cooler voice came from beside her, "Are you uncomfortable? ”

Shen Wood shook his head and got in the car.

“Roselle, help me with the flowers.” She rubbed her temple.

Die, not even notice to drink that glass of wine.

The car was traveling smoothly all the way, and the white head of the shenzhen tree was getting dizzy.

A chilling aura approached and the man snuggled her body on his shoulder.

Shumwood opened her eyes and saw the face close to her. The man dropped his eyes slightly and his deep eyes fell on her.

“Roselle.” She smiled silly, “Do you know what Ireland told me? ”

The dark-haired man looked at her unmoved, his eyes getting darker and darker.

Drunk Shim Wood White didn't see, lay on each other's shoulders, little hiccups, "he said you liked me... haha stupid. ”

“Do you like me?” The young girl suddenly raised her face, her wet eyes filled with twilight, her delicate red lips spit out a word, "Do you like me...? ”

“He's right.” The black-haired man replied with a cool voice.

The girl opened her eyes slightly, suddenly reaching out, pulling his cheek, not pleasantly playing, and curling her smile, “Liar, you're not Rozelle, you must be an alien impersonator, Rozelle won't say anything like that. He's just a facial paralysis, Hiccup. Don't say he likes people. He probably hasn't even fired a gun. It's cold-blooded, you know? ”

After that, he fell asleep and passed.

The disciple left a blind man with dark hair and watched the girl quietly for a while.

It was put on a soft queen bed, the girl rubbed the sheets, and she said a fine word in her mouth, "Massive paralyzed man, Roselle... is just a cold personality, Ireland, your grandfather, scared the shit out of me... luckily I'm smart enough not to fall for you. ”

The elongated hand pinched her chin.

The girl opened her eyes slightly and smiled at the person in front of her.

“Would you like to try it?” The man said to her with a cold voice.

“Try what?” The girl blinked because she was somewhat unknown.

The dark-haired man leaned over and covered his lips, without a slight hesitation, into each other's teeth and swept through the aggression.

The teenage girl slowly revealed a blurred look, her back of her head was trapped by the other hand, and her snow white skin began to gradually stain a pale reddish layer, seductive and delicious.

“Hmm..." was tightly pinched by a man's things || The tangle allowed her to suck, and she reached over and refused, touching the hard chest, but the tattoo didn't move.

Roselle's unchanging complexion transformed an angle, invading every inch of each other's mouth, kissing the girl in her arms powerlessly.

“Let go of me...” the girl frowned, contradicting the thing that went into her mouth with her tongue.