Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

"Shen Shen, please here." The middle-aged man in suit shoes has no extra expression on his face, but he has a gentleman's breath. It is hard to imagine that he is just an ordinary housekeeper.

Shen Mu, who was dressed in a white coat, nodded. Under his leadership, his footsteps followed slowly.

This is a private villa with a quiet surrounding. The spacious grass and garden fountains symbolize the extraordinary identity of the host who lives here.

Chu family, with absolute heritage and family history, even in the emperor of the dignitaries, the status can not be underestimated.

The only thing that regrets is that the only heir to the Chu family has a rare syndrome from a urinary tract. He has been searching for famous doctors for many years and has never cured his illness.

Chu Baimo, the heir to the Chu family, is the male owner of this world. Because the fate line has been affected by the collapse, it has become the present. The task of Shen Mubai is to help him cure the disease and overcome the real psychological roots.

The iron gate was opened, the statue of the fountain was not the slightest, and the garden was filled with large red roses. At first glance, it was a thrilling beauty. The morning dew dripped from the petals, the air was fresh and aromatic. I can't help but feel good.

From the exterior, the private villa is designed in a European style. The entrance from the main entrance and the decoration and decoration give a sense of classical elegance.

The servants are doing the work in their own hands, and they do not emit any extra noise. The marble floor is clean and spotless. For a moment, Shen Mubai feels that his arrival is out of place. unexpected.

"Dr. Shen, can you wait a moment here?" The housekeeper told her that from the etiquette, there was no mistake at all.

Shen Mubai nodded.

She sat down on the sofa and immediately a maid came over with a snack tea.

"Please use it slowly." The sweet voice was very soft, and the maid screamed at her. "Whatever is needed, though."

Shen Mubai couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This is simply aristocratic style, completely different from those of the nouveau riche, "Thank you."

Rose tea and delicate pastries are a taste of taste. What's more, this pastry is slippery but not greasy, and the soft taste makes people want to eat it all the time.

Shen Mubai really wanted to eat more, but in order to make a good impression on the other side, after eating three pieces, he reluctantly removed his gaze.

"Are you Dr. Shen?" There was a gentle voice behind him, which was as soft as a bathing spring.

Shen Mubai quickly put down the teacup in his hand and turned around.

The opposite boy has a very delicate face, milky skin, light brown eyes with a faint smile, beautiful as if coming out of the painting.

The other person sat in a wheelchair and Qin Guanjia stood behind him.

The wheelchair slowly slipped over and finally stopped in front of her, and the sinking wood was white.

"Hello, Dr. Shen, I am Chu Baimo." The teenager reached out and brought with his innate elegance and extravagance, and his lips smiled shallowly.

Shen Mubai could feel the alienation of the other person. She stretched out her hand and touched away.

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