"You seem to have forgotten the last agreement." Rozelle raised his eyelids, his eyes fell on him, and he said.
Jenny remembered his responsibilities, and stood in front of the blond boy, looking at him with a little wariness, thinking with a headache, if this man wants to do something, which part of the Irish young master should he keep first.
Ireland was even angrier, but there was no one to help him.
Besides, he is the heir of the Augustine family after all. Since the problem cannot be solved by force, he is also the kind of young master who wants to save face.
So he gritted his teeth and said, "Of course my young master remembers."
Then he turned around stubbornly.
Thus was Ireland's first love withered, without even a chance of hope.
Shen Mubai was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, after all this little young master pestering people is really a headache.
...
The slight sound of knives and forks hitting porcelain sounded, and the people sitting at the dining table looked at the black-haired man standing aside.
"Do you need anything?" The other party raised his eyes slightly, but his tone remained unchanged.
Shen Mubai put down the things in his hands, and said, "Rozel, can you leave the restaurant first? Come back in five minutes."
"Okay." Rozel followed the order, turned and left the restaurant.
After the figure of the other party disappeared, she quickly stood up from her seat, then called the maid, and began to arrange the next scene.
In less than a minute and a second, Rozelle returned to the restaurant on time.
Shen Mubai sat at the original position, pointed at the things on the table and said, "Can you open it for me?"
Rozelle came over, lowered his eyes slightly, stretched out a hand, and picked up the cover on the dining table.
An exquisite and beautiful cake appeared in his line of sight, and the blurred font clearly came into view.
Shen Mubai stood beside him, and said a little embarrassedly, "Rozelle, happy birthday, I hope my unauthorized assertion won't make you angry."
The maids next to her clapped their hands.
Rozelle's eyes lingered on the cake for a while, then raised his face and said, "Thank you, I like it very much."
His eyes became deeper, and the blue in his eyes seemed to melt towards the surroundings, revealing a shocking color.
Although there was still no expression on his face, Shen Mubai, who was raising his neck, somehow felt that Rozel at this moment seemed a little different from usual.
The cake is not very big, but enough for several people.
Shen Mubai separated it, and said unintentionally, "Although I don't know if it tastes as good as the chef's, the taste should not be that bad."
"Did you do this?" Rozel stood beside her at some point, lowered his head slightly, and looked at her rightly.
Shen Mubai nodded.
She originally wanted the chef to prepare it, but she didn't know why she did it herself, maybe she was in a hurry.
Think about it, a few months ago, she was still a college student who had enough food and clothing by herself.
"Can I finish it? Master." Rozel asked.
Shen Mubai looked a little surprised, hesitantly said, "This cake is not small."
"As long as it is made by you, no matter how much it is, I will finish it." Rozel said lightly.
Shen Mubai was a little thankful that he didn't do too much, otherwise it would be miserable if he killed the hero.
But now the weight is no less.
------------