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

"I'll make it back." Luo Liyan didn't elaborate, but the meaning of increasing the remuneration to 300,000 was very clear.

When those people heard this, their eyes immediately lit up with excitement.

They never imagined that the employer would take the initiative to increase the salary.

This has never happened to them in all their years in the industry.

But they were excited, and they also knew that this trip was full of dangers.

Several powerful people who were famous in the circle have left, and now among the remaining people, apart from being honest and hard-working, there is nothing else to be desired.

Luo Liyan did not say anything to dispel their worries, but directly let them drive three cars, and then a group of 10 people embarked on the road north.

The place they went to was not far from here. They drove at the maximum speed limit and it only took eight hours to reach their destination.

Luo Liyan was the investor, so there was no reason for her boss to drive by himself, and as a bodyguard, it was normal for Yi Zehao to stay by her side every step of the way.

The most important thing is that he can't drive yet. Even if it seems easy, who knows if he will encounter any unexpected situations.

Luo Liyan hugged the thick blanket and curled up on the chair. Yi Zehao just looked at her little face that was flushed from sleep, feeling warm in his heart and wanting to hold her on his lap. Come on, coax her well.

Thinking that he had promised Yanyan's father and grandpa, he hesitated again.

But while he was hesitating, Luo Liyan, who was sleeping beside him, suddenly tilted his head and slowly fell towards him.

Yi Zehao was afraid that she would hurt her if she knocked on his shoulder, so he quickly reached out to support her, and then gently let her sleep on his lap.

Those people glanced at them subconsciously. Seeing that the man's face was calm without any fluctuation, they couldn't help but admire his determination.

After all, the eldest lady of the Luo family is a well-known beauty in the antique world. Even in the entertainment industry, she is uniquely beautiful. But this little bodyguard who appears from nowhere is completely unfazed. Moving, really speaking about Liu Xiahui, it shouldn't be too much.

But they didn't know that Yi Zehao was just acting calm. In fact, his heart was beating out of rhythm, as if something was trying to break free from his chest and escape.

When no one could see it, he put his fingers on the soft flesh of Luo Liyan's neck and rubbed it gently.

The low-hanging long eyelashes completely concealed the deep concentration in his eyes, making him look like he was resting with his eyes closed.

Yi Zehao just looked at Luo Liyan quietly for eight or nine hours. It wasn't until he arrived at the small mountain village that he put the little girl on his lap onto the flat seat, while he Go down and pitch a tent with those people.

Those people themselves thought that since they were here, they would just go down while it was dark.

But Yi Zehao glanced at the moon hanging high in the sky and shook his head, "Have a rest. Only when you sleep well can you have the strength to deal with the situation below."

"But we won't fight until dawn..." A man was a little confused.

"If you don't fight back, we are going down to save people." Yi Zehao interrupted him.

He had a brief understanding of these people's industry customs, but he didn't care.