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

Even a weak scholar would not be able to do such a dangerous thing alone.

However, his grandfather and father seemed to have already planned to drag Yi Zehao into trouble.

It was true that he didn't plan to go by himself, but it was also true that he wanted Yi Zehao to go.

If he hadn't said so readily that he wanted to go in person, and had given examples to prove that he had the ability to fight, I'm afraid they would have made the other side declare that Yi Zehao was his fiancé and go to the rescue on behalf of the Luo family.

If he is successfully rescued, it means that he is capable, rich, and willing to risk his life for himself.

If he couldn't be rescued and was thrown into the bucket together, he could only sigh that it was a pity. It was regarded as repaying the kindness of that family with his life.

Even if he is not killed in a fight, if he comes back, is healthy, has money, and is willing to take risks, he is still worthy of trust.

If he is not healthy anymore, he still has to repay the kindness to that family, but they may prevent him from being with Yi Zehao regardless of face.

After all, the original owner’s grandfather and father had already planned everything out.

Although there is no problem in doing this from their point of view, to Luo Liyan, the people who are more affectionate to her are her own men, so she still feels a little uncomfortable with this kind of calculation. Pleasant.

"Don't worry, he will definitely agree. But after this, no matter what the final result is, I will be with him." Luo Liyan suppressed her face that was almost cold and looked at it seriously and seriously. My own grandfather and father.

The two of them were stunned for a moment, as if they didn't expect that Luo Liyan would know their suspicions. They were a little embarrassed for a while, but in the end they chose not to take the initiative to admit anything and nodded in agreement.

"That's natural. If he is willing to go through life and death for you, no matter the outcome, we are willing to entrust you to him."

Luo Liyan said nothing, curled her lips stiffly, and then went upstairs.

But when they couldn't see their expressions, their faces suddenly darkened.

I couldn't recover until I went back to the room.

"Are you angry?" Yi Zehao poured her a cup of tea, used magic to warm it, and then handed it to the little girl who was so angry that her face bulged.

"You're not (very) angry (weird)!" Luo Liyan grinded her teeth secretly and drank the cup of tea in one gulp.

The warmth did not extinguish the anger in her heart at all, but Yi Zehao pulled her onto his lap, then chuckled and pecked him on the face.

"I'm very happy." The tepid voice was filled with unconcealable joy.

Luo Liyan raised her eyebrows and looked at him as if he were a fool, "You were tricked, are you still happy?"

"Your relatives have plotted against her, and it's for your own good. I'm so happy." Yi Zehao's lips touched her cheek as smooth as snow, full of pathos and beauty.

At least her relatives in this life are much stronger than those from a thousand years ago.

And more importantly, she cares about herself, especially her relatives.

Luo Liyan's face turned red, but she couldn't refute it. She could only secretly decide in her heart that she must treat him better.

He only has himself in this world. Even if he is tasked with taking on the family business and doing better and better, in the end he is just guarding a small antique shop. Now that he has these things, he has completed the task.

As long as people are rescued this time, all that will be left should be sweetness.