Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Shen Mubai began to live a life of horror, fearing which hapless was killed by the left.

But now the most important thing is how to resolve the other party's grievances.

Shen Mubai fell into deep meditation. The death of Zuo Fuzhong and the events of Chen Jiahui came to an end. The progress bar was only 20%. How much grievance is.

She didn't dare to think too much. She only thought that this task was full of maliciousness to her. She had a snot and a ghost with a ghost. She still had to eat tofu. No human rights have no right to speak. It’s too damn.

In the final analysis, it is still the fate of the left, and the most important thing is related to his growth.

Therefore, Shen Mubai thought deeply about it and decided to start from today, to influence the left encounter, and let him reincarnate as soon as possible. This is good for everyone.

The dream is beautiful, and the reality is the backbone.

Not to mention the probation, Shen Mubai even looked at him and was afraid of shaking.

She was lying on the bed, and it was almost eleven o'clock, and the hand in the hem was not taken out. Shen Mubai got the courage to call him, "Left."

The left side contains her earlobe, and her hands are thin and sloppy || I touch her waistline.

His tongue was very cold, and Shen Mubai took a nap and he was caught by his hand.

Her legs straddle the left side of the body, Shen Mubai blushing red, full of shame to climb down, but was left to hold down.

The gloomy black scorpion stared at her for a moment, her cold hands touched her cheeks, then forced her to lean down and kiss her lips.

Shen Mubai was so cold that he was snoring. In the ice and fire, the nerves were numb.

The sound of the water ripples in the bedroom, she was kissed for a while, panting and squatting on the chest of the left encounter, slowed down for a while before I remembered my seriousness. "Left, I want to take you to a place." ""

She didn't dare to say which place she was, she could only look at the other side with great expectations, and she was nervous and awkward.

The left side touched her waist, like a place of love, the dark scorpion stared at her straight, "Where?"

Shen Mubai’s guilty conscience, moving away from the line of sight, with vagueness, “You will know when you go.”

The left side did not speak, just looked at her.

Just when Shen Mubai was about to lose, he slowly said, "When?"

Shen Mubai’s heart was happy, but he pretended to be calm, “Saturday.”

On the day of Saturday, she took the left to the playground.

Shen Mubai was a little nervous, staring at the left side of his side, trying to see something from his face.

But the left side just lowered her head slightly and looked at her with a dark scorpion. "What?"

Shen Mubai saw no displeased look between his eyebrows. He breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was a little scared and shivering, he still bravely reached out and said, "Give me your hand."

The left side stared at her straight until she saw the scalp numb, and then extended a hand.

The left-handed man is now one meter eight. His fingers are also a lot longer than before. The slightly pale color is beautiful.

If his destiny is the same, if he is not favored by God, he will not be worse.

But the left encounter is dead, his life is miserable.

Shen Mubai recalled those things, and the hand that he wanted to retract was firm again.

Someone looked at her with a weird look, but Shen Mubai didn't care, just holding the left hand to the ticket office.

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