Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

The other person’s cold and faint eyes looked over, and the hand closing the bedroom door did not hesitate.

Shen Mubai, "Hey?" Sao years, do you really not consider warm beds?

A cat stood quietly for a few minutes at the door. Finally, it was a desolate turn and ran back downstairs.

There was a nest in the living room, but Shen Mubai couldn't adapt to that feeling. In the end, he had to sleep on the tatami and made a small cry.

In the morning, when I opened the curtains, Jiang woke up. The glare white light came in from the floor-to-ceiling window. Shen Mubai blinked slightly, then stretched a lazy waist and made a soft snoring in his mouth.

"Good morning."

Of course, the other party could not understand her words, but turned to look at her and then walked in the direction of the kitchen.

Determined to start today without missing any chance to brush the feelings, Shen Mubai quickly jumped out of the tatami, and then followed closely.

Jiang Yiran is doing omelettes and toast today. She rolled up her sleeves meticulously, and her movements were clean and neat, but she did not bring out a little wrinkles.

The indifferent teenagers who are doing breakfast give a pleasing elegance.

Shen Mubai looked up and stared at the two omelettes that were placed in the dish. Then he walked over the doglegs and licked the man’s legs, making a cry of screaming.

It doesn't matter what you do when you eat cat food.

I don't know that this body sound is softer and sounds more like a spoiled owner.

Shen Mubai obviously didn't realize this. Seeing the man's action was only a slight pause, and did not take her to the side, so he rubbed his leg again, "Hey~"

Ask for an omelet!

Without paying attention to the cat at the foot, Jiang Yiran took the omelette toast on the table and poured himself a glass of milk.

Shen Mubai disappointed the cat's head, but she did not feel discouraged, but instead abandoned the festival and followed the man, squatting under the table, then looking up at the forty-five degree, in the green eyes Full of pleading, a soft voice, "Hey!"

Give it something to eat!

Can't ignore the cat that was screaming underneath, Jiang Yiran once again raised his brow slightly, and felt more and more that he made an impulsive decision.

But he still coveted the past. When he was facing the watery green scorpion, the hand holding the knife and fork was slightly tight.

Taking back his eyes, Jiang Yiran unconsciously divided one of the fried eggs into another plate, then pushed it to the end of the table, and looked at the cat on the ground with a cold voice. "Trouble."

Shen Mubai’s eyes were slightly bright, and he was very happy to lick his calf. “Mi Mi~”

Then I jumped on the chair at the other end and stared at the golden and delicate omelet in front of me. The saliva almost didn't flow out.

After licking your eyes and eating this meal happily, Shenmu Baimei’s thoughts seem to be absent when it is necessary to exercise this kind of thing.

When Jiang was ready to go out to school, she followed the past, and when she stopped, she looked up at her innocently.

The face is very indifferent, and the indifferent boys are slightly bowed, and the light is cold. "Stay at home, don't go anywhere."

Shen Mubai, ".. 喵呜?"

Jiang Yiran looked at her, and the tone was cold and cold, "Go back."

The tip of the white wood tail was smashed.

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