Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Also, she was so late and mistrusted each other. Why did Cheng Yibei wait so long?

Shen Kibai sucked his nose and looked at his phone.

The messages sent were not answered and the telephone was not answered.

Is Cheng Yibei angry?

Anger should also be.

Shen Mubai is like a lost child, looking around, not knowing where to go, helpless.

At this point, the phone rang the message.

She's a little nervous to look at.

Then there was another disappointment. Cheng Yinan sent it. Asked her if she was home?

Shen Kibai looked at the series of bombings and paused, returning to the past,

Then he took the little cake and took a few steps.

Hands are blown a little stiff by the cold wind.

She sucked her nose and sat in the side seat. She thought, is Cheng Yibei home now?

At this time, slight footsteps are coming.

Shen Wood raised his face slightly and saw a familiar figure touch her. He lowered his head and said softly, “If you can't find me, why don't you go back? ”

She revealed her surprise and stood up, “Yibei. ”

Cheng Yibeiding looked at her for a while, sighed slightly, and took off his coat.

The body was covered with a warm layer, the shenzhen wood white was a bit lukewarm, and some of the favorite handed over the little cake, “Happy birthday, I can't find the big cake, I was afraid you'd leave, sorry. ”

Cheng Yibei took the small cake and looked at it for a while. He said, “I like it, big or small. ”

Seiki's white eyes are a little sour, and she feels even more guilty.

She'd rather ask her why she didn't keep the time and why she was here now. But the other party didn't say anything about it, and it overwrote the past in a slight way.

“... sorry.” Shen Kibai whispered again in a low voice.

Cheng Yibei covered her head, but didn't say anything.

She looked somewhat indifferent.

The boy's eyes dropped slightly and there was no look on his impenetrable face, but his gaze let her settle down slightly, "Where's my gift? ”

Shen Jibai immediately took out the things, and in the eyes of the other party, he slightly behaved, "Give me your hand. ”

Cheng Yibei Weiton reached out his right hand.

Shen Mubai tied the red rope to the boy's wrist with a weak tone, “I don't know what to buy, as if you didn't lack anything. ”

Cheng Yibei glanced at the red rope for a very, very long time, "I will cherish it. ”

It was a chilly birthday, and the two of us sat on the street, blowing the cold wind, splitting the little cake together.

No candles, no wishes.

That sweet, big strawberry was eaten into the stomach by the sunken wood white.

The slightly cooler hands were held and the hot temperatures carried over.

Cheng Yinan pinched her flesh, twisted her lips with one finger and kissed her down.

Means a little harsh.

...

When Cheng Yibei returned, the people who looked exactly like him on the couch were very excited. He was clearly playing games, but he didn't know how many times he had died. He laughed at his lips for a while and stared somewhere out of his mind for a while, and his eyes fluttered.

He took off his coat, hung it aside, changed his shoes, blushed, “When did you get back? ”

Cheng Yinan glanced at his brother, “A little earlier than you came back, brother, did you go on a date too? ”