The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

She reached out and patted Luo Liyan's shoulder.

"Don't think too much about this. Just go meet the great master and get some cultural inspiration! The great master Qibai is as talented as a tortoise's hair. There was a novel that was printed in the factory, but in the end he suddenly felt that it was not enough. Well, I just paid ten times the liquidated damages, broke the contract, and deleted the book. It is said that the publishing house has a close relationship with him, and he didn't even show mercy."

When Luo Liyan heard this, she slammed her head back on the desk.

So, did she die before she left the battlefield?

What happened next clearly explained to her what misfortunes never come singly.

I was stopped by the security guard and not allowed to enter the community. The phone given by the editor-in-chief was also turned off.

Could it be that he gave false information? !

Luo Liyan was a little frustrated.

However, since ancient times, there have been countermeasures from above and countermeasures from below.

Picking up two pebbles from the ground, Luo Liyan weighed them playfully in her hands and left slowly.

After a heartbreaking cup of coffee at the nearby Xingba, she wandered across the road in the most secluded corner of the community.

With a little force on the wrist, two stones as big as fingernails destroyed the surveillance in the community.

Ha... Even with such a simple defense, I can still stop this young lady!

Luo Liyan smiled triumphantly in her heart, quickly climbed on the wall twice, and then jumped directly over the three-meter-high wall.

*****

He's so good at being a thief?

The man leaned lazily against the window, the coffee in his hand following the rich aroma.

The man's deep and refined facial features appeared in the rising mist, making him even more attractive.

With a playful smile on his lips, he looked at the figure downstairs who was as agile as a cheetah.

The scattered dissatisfaction in my heart completely disappeared.

Since the little thief downstairs had successfully made me happy, I just turned a blind eye and closed one eye.

He withdrew his gaze, sat back on the sofa, looked at the reply on the mailbox, and casually closed the computer.

The sudden ringing of the doorbell made him pause for a moment before he stood up, and then some interest appeared in his cold eyes.

It seems that someone gave me a fun toy.

****

"Hello! I'm Luo Liyan from Yingdian Magazine!" Luo Liyan saw the door open and hurriedly lowered his head to introduce himself.

But after waiting for a long time and not hearing a reply, she cautiously raised her head.

I saw the man's straight suit pants and his clean white shirt, as formal as he was about to go out.

He is completely unlike the original owner of the body. Every time he rushes to write a manuscript, he squats in front of the computer with his head on his head, just like an Internet-addicted teenager with a demonic disorder. "Excuse me, are you Teacher Qi Bai?" Luo Liyan cleared her throat and asked again.

"So you are rejecting the manuscript if you have enough money, and you want to go to the door to cause trouble?"

The man's deep voice sounded cold and cold, with a hint of ridicule.

Luo Liyan was a little embarrassed, with a faint blush on her face.

"No, Teacher Qibai, it's me who's sorry for you! I've only been working for three days and I don't know anything. I blindly rejected your manuscript today, so I came here to apologize! I'm the only one who made all the mistakes. It’s my fault, I hope you, Teacher Qibai, will not remember the faults of villains and don’t blame Ying Dian.”

Her attitude was very sincere.