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

"You don't need to worry about my affairs, and I don't need a resume to prove anything." He deliberately lowered his voice, full of anger and oppression.

Jian Jianing wanted to say something else, so Teng Zihang pushed Luo Liyan out of the store in a wheelchair.

When you walked to the door, you could still hear his gentle and serious instructions: "In the future, you should ignore anyone who talks to you. If you want to avoid being hurt, you must first learn to distinguish between what is a good person and what is a good person." You are a bad person, so that you can isolate those factors that will hurt you from your life in advance."

Such words are equivalent to saying that Jian Jianing is a bad person with evil intentions.

She only felt as if she had been slapped hard by Teng Zihang and Luo Liyan. Her face, which was just plain, instantly became twisted and twisted together.

"Doctor Teng, that is your junior sister after all. Is it really okay for you to treat her like this?" Luo Liyan lowered her head slightly, her eyes tightly wrapped around her two twisted fingers.

"So are you worried about her now? Or do you think what we just did was a little too much?" Teng Zihang asked curiously.

"I'm just worried that she will get angry and report you." Luo Liyan's voice was still aggrieved and pitiful.

Although Teng Zihang felt the change, he still resisted checking her expression.

After all, she was too wary of herself, and trying to find out the truth would be counterproductive.

"We are not lovers. If she really wants to report it, she will only get burned." Teng Zihang stretched out his hand to rub Luo Liyan's furry head.

But before his hand touched the softness, he was stunned as if he had been shocked by electricity.

Then he just touched the hair silently through the air, and then took his hand back.

"But not now, maybe it will be in a few days. After all, you are already moving into my house, so I can always get the moon first." Luo Liyan seemed to be very proud of it.

"Aren't you angry with her?" Teng Zihang asked curiously.

"Do you think I will be angry?" Luo Liyan turned around and placed her arms on the backrest of the wheelchair.

Then he rested his head on it and looked at him with blinking eyes.

That little appearance is so cute and docile, like a coquettish little fox that makes people want to pinch it.

Teng Zihang pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Based on your condition, you should have calculated dozens of ways to make her die. But I want to believe you, so I think You’re not angry.”

"Tsk~" Luo Liyan narrowed her eyes, feeling a little bored.

It's really hypocritical for him to act like he trusts himself so much that he lets his guard down.

If he was really so crazy that there was no cure, then he would just follow his wishes and make him happy for a while.

It's a pity that he is only interested in me who is sick, so she can only tell the truest answer that comes to her mind and the answer that interests her the most——

"How could I be angry with someone like her? In fact, she suddenly appeared in front of me and jumped around. I thought it was pretty interesting." Luo Liyan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of her mouth raised a smile. A cruel and bloodthirsty sneer.

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