Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Shenmubai couldn’t help but draw a hand. "Yes, I’m tired of being careless."

Ogud didn't care about her rude behavior, she regained her sight, and her tone was faint. "Well."

"Then I went down, Master." Shen Mubai cautiously.

Ogud’s eyelids are not lifted, “follow you.”

She breathed a sigh of relief, closed the door and retreated.

The man's hand was a bit cold, and the skin was cold. Shen Mubai thought of the bowl of duck blood in the morning, and could not help but reveal a suspicious look.

No, no, it should not be a vampire. Maybe it is a rich man who is a good man?

But...the bowl of duck blood looks like human blood.

Shen Mubai lived in a heart that was stimulated by himself, constantly hypnotizing himself, not a vampire, not a vampire, and certainly not a vampire.

After the door was closed, Ogud looked up at the blood on his finger, and the twilight gradually became deep.

Then the spurt was pushed down.

Someone will send fresh duck blood every day. I heard that this was specially prepared by Mrs. Elisa in the main house.

Shen Mubai left his eyes when sending breakfast.

When she was not paying attention to the chef, she sneaked out her fingers and rubbed it into the nose and smelled it.

With a bit of astringency, but it is not easy to distinguish.

Shen Mubai hesitated, still did not stick out his tongue, after all, she could not pass her psychological barrier.

"Sana, what are you doing? Don't send breakfast to the young master." The chef's voice came from behind.

Shen Mubai was shocked and quickly picked up the breakfast and walked toward the living room.

Ogud had already sat in his seat. After the things were put down, it was rare to first touch the bowl of duck blood, but to move the knife and fork to eat other food.

His movements are not too slow, but they are very pleasing to the eye.

After eating the food, Ogud wiped his lips and stood up. From the beginning to the end, he did not touch the bowl of duck blood.

Shen Mubai just wanted to open his mouth, remembered the instructions of the old housekeeper, and slowly swallowed it.

"From tomorrow, you are responsible for asking me to get up and dress for me." Ogud said.

Shen Mubai was slightly surprised and nodded.

"Are you very curious why I didn't touch it today?" The boy's voice came.

She looked up and smiled at each other with a slight smile. "I don't like what others have touched me."

Shen Mubai’s heart was almost scared to stop.

After speaking this sentence, Ogud did not care about her and walked upstairs.

How did he find out when Shen Mubai was full of brains? Is it a mistake to leave any traces?

Pressing the horror of her heart, she swallowed involuntarily.

O'Grand's daily life is simple, not a study or a garden.

There are large roses in the garden, and the flaming colors are easy to think of some bad thoughts.

Shen Mubai could not help but shake his head and take out those incredible ideas.

Ogud is drinking black tea. "Are you called Shana?"

"Yes, Master." She hurried back.

Ogud put down the teacup and said in a soft tone, "I don't like people who lie."

Shen Mubai scalp is tight, "Young master?"

Ogud didn't talk any more, stood up and walked in the direction of the study.

She couldn't help but blink, and then she thought, can the other party still see that she is not Shana?

This house is like a closed house. Even a maid can't go out. It needs the approval of the old housekeeper. It can only go back once a month, and the work is confidential. It can't be revealed.

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