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

Not to mention that Luo Liyan, who was connected to him, could feel the strong murderous intent. Even Zou Xiangming trembled from the pressure.

But such a reaction did not make him restrain himself. Instead, as if his self-esteem had been trampled, his hateful eyes became even more sinister.

Luo Liyan raised her head, looked straight at him, and then sighed helplessly.

If he really wanted to commit suicide, there was really nothing he could do.

"Zou Xiangming, our two families are family friends. I hope you will be more careful before doing or speaking, so as not to hurt the feelings of the previous two generations for temporary gain." Luo Liyan still warned.

In the end, her words were like the last straw that broke Zou Xiangming's back, causing his expression to quickly return to the soft and humble look of the past, "Li Yan, what are you talking about? We grew up together, and I love you Don’t you know what kind of feelings you have? Don’t listen to outsiders’ instigation of discord.”

As he spoke, he looked pointedly at Yi Zehao, who was hugging Luo Liyan.

"Heh." Yi Zehao snorted disdainfully, like a cat with fried fur.

Luo Liyan quickly stretched out her hand and patted his back gently, "Okay, don't be angry anymore. What kind of relationship do we have? How could I believe that others don't believe you?"

Yi Zehao didn't explain, but hugged her tighter.

The distressed Luo Liyan couldn't care less about whether she was from an aristocratic family or not. She could only look at Zou Xiangming coldly, "Since Mr. Zou said this, we have nothing to talk about. Please come back."

Zou Xiangming's lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something more, but Luo Liyan didn't want to listen to his nonsense anymore, "Mr. Zou, I think you should have the most basic courtesy. Didn't you see me and my boyfriend?" Are you friends cultivating feelings now? Is it possible that you want us to put aside each other now to deal with you?"

Zou Xiangming's expression became a little embarrassed, and his sharp eyes swept over her and Yi Zehao's bodies, and finally chose to leave first.

Looking at his back, Luo Liyan always felt inexplicably uneasy.

"Still looking at him, is there such a sweetheart who can't bear to leave you?" Yi Zehao said coldly, with so much jealousy that his teeth were about to fall out.

Luo Liyan couldn't help but chuckle, leaned against the wall, and glanced at the man who was about to die of soreness, "I told you that he is not a bamboo horse, he is more ordinary than me. Not as good as classmates.”

"But you kept staring at him." Yi Zehao emphasized in a calm voice.

He also wanted to say that this man had too many things in mind when he wanted to marry her.

But he didn't want to emphasize other men's thoughts in front of his little queen, so he could only grit his teeth and fight back.

Luo Liyan almost died of soreness when she looked at him, her beautiful eyebrows curled up with a smile, "Why are you jealous of everything? I only looked at him because I felt that he was here to block the two of us." It's simple, his and Huo Zhishan's behavior is too weird, I suspect that the two of them are working together to plot against us."

"They're just two losers. Are you afraid of them?" Yi Zehao bent down, lifted Luo Liyan's chin, and rubbed it lightly.

Luo Liyan felt comfortable and wanted to close her eyes and snore, but she immediately woke up and quickly slapped Yi Zehao's hand away.