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

When Luo Liyan woke up in the morning, Mo Jingxuan was already sitting at the dining table waiting for her.

Without saying much, he just handed her the neatly arranged schoolbag with the same gentle smile.

This made Luo Liyan feel very guilty.

She thought about it all night last night, and she always felt that this Mo Jingxuan not only had an intersection with her in the original world, but also probably had a very close relationship with her in the previous lives when she was doing the mission.

Otherwise, he wouldn't deliberately do actions that could easily evoke his memories.

Therefore, he was probably forced by the rules of the Rebirth Club and could not explain it to himself.

In this case, he would look like a bad guy who always gives up.

This time, Mo Jingxuan did not let Luo Liyan take the initiative to speak, so he very considerately dropped her off at the intersection yesterday.

Luo Liyan bit her lip gently, looking at the back of the nanny car as it drove away, she felt a little disappointed.

Although Mo Jingxuan was as gentle as ever today, he no longer took the initiative to tease him. He behaved well all the way, making it impossible for him to say anything nice to him.

Forget it, don’t think about it anymore!

The more I think about it, the more annoying it becomes, so just take care of your own tasks first!

Luo Liyan kicked the stones at her feet irritably, then turned and left with her schoolbag on her back.

***

"Jingxuan, are you having trouble with your little wife?" An Haoyi handed Mo Jingxuan the notebook and professional headphones he had prepared last night and asked cautiously. .

"Do you think it's possible?" Mo Jingxuan raised his eyebrows and looked at An Haoyi as if he were a fool.

How could he be willing to quarrel with Xiao Liyan? Even if he was angry again, as long as he hugged her and kissed her, all the resentment would be gone.

I won’t talk much today, I just want her to calm down and think.

If she pushed too hard, she would probably short-circuit her little brain that was not very bright at all.

After plugging his YY account into the empty channel of "Yao Yao Zhuo Hua", Mo Jingxuan ignored it and started his busy day's work.

***

It was almost 8 o'clock in the evening, Luo Liyan abandoned most of his homework and connected YY to the club's channel on time.

The message at the top that more than 8,000 people were online shocked her. She thought she had gone to the wrong channel and hurriedly logged out.

When I came in again, I realized that I was not mistaken. There were indeed so many people coming to the channel.

Yaoyao Zhuohua @Nuomi Tuan: Boss, what happened to the reception channel today? So many people came?

Time flies like water: Take a closer look at this channel yourself.

Liu Nian Xi Shui said calmly, obviously he was too frightened and had reached a state of numbness.

Luo Liyan clicked on the management channels one by one, and a yellow vest called "Shan Hai Silent" suddenly appeared in her sight.

Yaoyao Zhuohua @Nuomi Tuan: Boss, this...could this be a silent SAMA? !

Xingluo: clang clang clang! Congratulations on getting the answer right! Today, after being baptized by several great masters in the ancient style circle, I have determined that this is YY from Silent SAMA, but I don’t know why he suddenly appeared in our channel. Moreover, Silent SAMA was already here today before we came. Until now, we haven’t said a word or dropped the line.

so? !

Luo Liyan scratched his head and felt strange.

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