Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Also, she was late for so long, and she lost her trust to the other party. Cheng Yibei had to wait for her for so long.

Shen Mubai sucked his nose and looked at the phone.

The message sent was not answered, and the phone could not be reached.

Is Cheng Yibei angry?

Being angry is also a good thing.

Shen Mubai is like a lost child, looking around, do not know where to go, no way.

At this time, the phone rang with a message.

She is a little nervous and excited to see.

Then some disappointing findings were another, Cheng Yinan sent it, asked her if she got home?

Shen Mubai looked at the series of bombings, paused, and went back to the past.

Then took a small cake and took a few steps.

The hand was blown cold by the cold wind.

She sucked her nose and sat down on the side of the seat, thinking, is Cheng Yibei going home now?

At this time, a slight footstep came.

Shen Mubai raised his face slightly, and saw a familiar figure in front of her, bowed his head and said faintly. "Since I can't find me, why not go back?"

She looked surprised and then stood up, "Easy."

Cheng Yibei decided to look at her for a while, sighed slightly, and took off his coat.

The body was covered with a layer of warmth, the sinking wood was a bit sloppy, and some pleasingly handed the little cake over. "Happy birthday, I can't find a big cake, and I am afraid that you are gone, sorry."

Cheng Yibei took the small cake and watched it for a while. He said, "I like it big or small."

Shen Mubai’s eyes were a bit sour, and his heart was even more restless.

She would rather ask the other person why she didn't follow the time, why come now. But the other party did not open the door to mention this matter, understating the past.

".. Sorry." Shen Mubai whispered again.

Cheng Yibei covered her head with a big hand, but she did not say anything.

She looked at it with some carelessness.

The boy lowered his eyes and looked at the impeccable face. The gaze of the eyes made her calm down. "What about my gift?"

Shen Mubai immediately took out the things. Under the other's eyes, he was slightly pleased. "Hands stick out."

Cheng Yibei Weidun, put his right hand over.

Shen Mubai tied the red rope to the boy's wrist, and his tone was weak. "I don't know what to buy, as if you are missing anything."

Cheng Yibei’s gaze was staying on the red rope for a long time, “I will cherish it.”

The birthday was very cold, and two people sat on the street, blowing the cold wind and dividing the little cake.

No candles, no wish.

The very sweet, big strawberry was eaten into the stomach by Shen Mubai.

The cool hands were held and the hot temperature was transmitted.

Cheng Yinan pinched her soft flesh and rubbed her lips with one finger and kissed it.

With a bit of fierce meaning.

...

When Cheng Yibei came back, the spirit of the person who was exactly the same on him on the sofa was very exciting. He was playing games, but he didn’t know how many times he died. He smirked for a while, staring at somewhere, and his eyes were faint. .

He took off his coat, hung it aside, changed his shoes, and said faintly, "When is it coming back?"

Cheng Yinan looked at his brother and said, "Before you come back, brother, are you going to date too?"

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