Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

"You seem to have forgotten the last appointment." Rozelle squinted, his eyes falling on him and opening his mouth.

Jenny remembered his duties, standing in front of the blond teenager, looking at the other side with a little vigilance, thinking a little headache, if the man wants to start, he should first save the part of the Irish young master.

Ireland is even more angry, but no one has helped him.

Moreover, he is the heir to the Augustine family. Since the force can't solve the problem, he is also the kind of young master who wants to face.

Then he gritted his teeth and cut his teeth. "Of course, this young master remembers."

Then I turned around with a reluctant look.

The first love in Ireland faded like this, and there was no chance of getting hope.

Shen Mubai finally got a sigh of relief. After all, this young master is entangled in people, which is really a headache.

...

The knife and fork collided with the slight sound of the porcelain, and the person sitting at the table looked at the dark-haired man standing by.

“Do you have any needs?” The other side was slightly lifted, and the tone remained unchanged.

Shen Mubai put down the things in his hand and said, "Rozelle, can you leave the restaurant first? Come back in five minutes."

"Good." Rozelle followed the instructions and turned and left the restaurant.

After the other person's figure disappeared, she quickly got up from the seat, then called the maid and began to arrange the next scene.

Time is not much more than a minute, Rozelle returned to the restaurant on time.

Shen Mubai sat in his original position and pointed at the things on the table. "Can you open it for me?"

Rozelle came over and squinted, holding out a hand and picking up the cover on the table.

A delicate and beautiful cake appeared in his sight, and the smudged font was clearly visible.

Shen Mubai stood by his side, a little embarrassed, "Roseel, happy birthday, I hope that my self-discipline will not make you angry."

Several maids next to each other raised their hands.

Rozelle’s gaze stayed on the cake for a while, and then he raised his face. “Thank you, I like it very much.”

His eyes turned deeper, and the blue of the eyes seemed to open toward the surroundings, revealing a shocking color.

Although there is still no look on the face, but the incarnation of the neck and the innocence of the neck feels that this moment Rozeel seems to be a little different from usual.

The cake is not too big, but enough people have eaten.

Shen Mubai separated it and said with no intention. "Although I don't know if there is a chef who is delicious, the taste should not be worse."

"This is.. Do you do it?" Rozelle didn't know when he stood next to her, bowed his head slightly and looked at her with a bad look.

Shen Mubai nodded.

She originally wanted the chef to prepare, but I don’t know why I’m going to do it myself. It might be a panic.

Think about it a few months ago, she is still a college student who is self-sufficient.

"Can I finish it? Master." Rozelle made a request.

Shen Mubai looked a little surprised and hesitated. "This cake is not small."

"As long as it is what you do, no matter how much, I will finish it." Rozel's tone is faint.

Shen Mubai is a bit grateful that he has not done a lot, otherwise it would be miserable to kill the male master.

But now this weight is not much less.

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