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

"Don't be hospitalized." Le Bonan's expression suddenly became anxious.

The big palms, as white as paper, were tightly clasped against the huanghuali wood dining table, and the fingertips left light scratches on them, which obviously seemed to be a sign of illness.

The servants beside him suddenly became wary, and each one wanted to remind Luo Liyan not to speak so seriously.

Their young master has a very good memory. He has only been admitted to the hospital once since he was a child. He was so injured that he almost died, so he has a particularly bad impression of hospitals.

Luo Liyan was actually startled, but trying to force a snail to lean out was inherently dangerous, so she was willing to take a bold gamble.

"I don't want to be hospitalized, but I also want Nan Nan to come and sleep with me at noon, so that I won't be alone without anyone watching." She tilted her head and continued to look at Le Bonan sweetly. It was as if he didn't notice the change in his current mood at all.

The people on the side were so nervous that they were about to break out in cold sweat, but none of them dared to interrupt in the middle, so they could only stare at them nervously.

Lebanese's rounded nails clicked on the table.

It's not that he doesn't want to accompany Xiangxiang, it's just that he rarely goes out and has an instinctive resistance to going out.

The air was frozen for a moment, and Luo Liyan just watched him quietly with his head lowered, and his nails scraping on the dining table.

Luo Liyan felt that she had waited for ten minutes this time before Le Benan nodded honestly, "Okay."

What's good?

Brother, did you just agree to take a nap with other girls?

Lexueqin's eyes widened in horror. She looked at her brother, then at Luo Liyan, and suddenly felt that the two of them were clearly driving.

It's just that the speed is too fast and too fast, and there is no time for myself to get on the bus.

What are they doing running so fast?

Can’t you afford a platform ticket yourself?

Lexueqin clenched her fists excitedly, feeling that she might be an aunt soon, and her parents could have a grandson smoothly.

Although my brother and sister-in-law are a bit young, it doesn't matter, their family can do it.

At worst, it would be better to get married abroad.

Well, India is good.

India has such young brides.

Maybe Le Xueqin was too excited, and it was difficult for Luo Liyan to ignore her, so he could only look back at her.

That too hot and bright gaze made the hairs on her body stand up uncontrollably.

After Le Bonan finished speaking, without waiting for Luo Liyan's answer, he saw her look at Le Xuequin sitting next to her, and her expression suddenly darkened.

Was it because he answered too slowly that Xiangxiang didn't want to talk to him?

Le Bonan wanted to say something to make up for it, but the language was too poor. He didn't know what to say, so he could only scratch the table anxiously.

The sound that suddenly became stronger drew Luo Liyan's eyes back.

She looked at Le Bonan's hand that was getting harder and harder, and screamed inwardly. She wanted to hold his hand subconsciously, but she was afraid that she would scare him, so she stopped halfway.

"Don't you want to go back on your word? I don't agree. You promised to take a nap with me at noon. We must keep our words." Luo Liyan spoke softly in a soft voice. It's like the tinkling sound of spring water, which is particularly beautiful.