Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

The man sat at the table with a silver knife and fork in his hand, and the clothes were ironed without a trace of wrinkles, neat and neat. Although he is over forty years old, the face is faintly able to see the handsome shadow of youth.

I swallowed the food in my mouth without hesitation. The eyes that precipitated many things made people look at them and felt endless force. Yadfu was carrying him, with the momentum of the superior, slowly facing the maid on the side, "Miss?"

The maid said slightly, "Mr. Back, the lady is still resting."

Yadf frowned at the invisible, and couldn’t hear the tone of his voice. "What about Allen?"

The maid replied truthfully. "Last afternoon, Miss Lonne drove Alan away."

Yadf put down the tableware in his hand, "call her over."

"Okay, sir."

The maid grabbed the skirt with both hands, walked on the mahogany ladder, crossed the rug carpet with velvet hair, and finally stopped in front of a bedroom, carefully knocking on the door, and a pleasant voice in the mouth, "Miss Lonnay, You should get up, and Mr. is waiting for you below."

On the big bed in the middle of the bedroom, the soft sheets sagged with a trace, the owner's arm sticking out of the bed, and after a few seconds, still indifferent.

The maid standing outside the door waited for a while, without the slightest anxiety, but knocked on the door again and tirelessly.

Rao is a good sleeper, can not help such a toss, the owner climbed up impatiently, and then got out of bed and opened the door, rounded a pair of eyes, "Fu Liya, I did not explain, no my instructions Can anyone come over and bother me?"

There is no slight change in the look of the maid named Fu Liya. The temperature is gentle. "Miss Lockay, Mr. is waiting for you."

Shen Mubai, "....." Oh.

Her honest wash has gotten up.

The maid took out the clothes from the closet and was ready to serve. Shen Mubai refused. "You go out."

She really doesn't like the feeling that she needs to be served when she breaks her feet. Although this body is only twelve years old, hey, in simple terms, there is still one month and eleven days.

"He is really annoying." Shen Mubai complained with the system that he was heartbroken. "I am still a child, how can he be so cruel."

The system’s expressionless way back, “Do you dare to speak in front of him?”

Shen Mubai, ".. not dare."

Out of the bedroom, down the stairs, the middle-aged man sat motionless at the table, apparently had finished eating breakfast.

Shen Mubai walked a little bit in a treacherous way, sitting opposite, and then staring at the big eyes.

"Do you know what time is it?" Yadev looked over and still had no tone, but the sense of oppression was straightforward.

"Hey, go back to my father, it’s 7:35 in the morning." Shen Mubai took a discourse.

"Why should I drive Allen away?" Yadf frowned slightly. "If I remember correctly, this is already the third."

Shen Mubai said, "He is ugly and will affect my mood."

This similar excuse Yadev has heard countless times, he said with dissatisfaction, "You are already twelve years old, it is not the age of being playful."

"Father, there is still one month and eleven days." She corrected.

In fact, Shen Mubai wants to say, no, I am still a child.

But she didn't dare, because the man in front of him was the ruler of the Harriman family. The real big man, there are countless industries in his hands, and the clean and dirty are under his eyes.

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