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

Luo Liyan quickly stood up, pushed him away slightly, and then looked up and down at Yi Zehao.

"What? I'm going to be your husband soon, and you don't know me?" Yi Zehao spread his hands, turned around in front of Luo Liyan, and asked jokingly.

"Bah, I just want to see how you have the nerve to lie to two such innocent and honest people as my grandfather and father." Luo Liyan stared and closed the door with her backhand.

But before she could turn her head, she was tightly hugged by the man behind her.

His slightly cool lips rubbed against the side of Luo Liyan's neck, with a strong taste of infatuation.

Luo Liyan was teased until her legs were a little weak, and she leaned most of her body on his slender arms.

Yi Zehao felt the temperature of the little guy in his arms rising in vain, and couldn't help but let out a pleasant chuckle.

The deep laughter was muffled in the chest, like a small subwoofer, deafening.

Luo Liyan's head buzzed, and then she pushed the man behind her with her elbow in embarrassment.

"Didn't you say you've bought the house next door? Why don't you go and live there?" She coughed lightly and asked angrily.

Yi Zehao rested his chin lightly on Luo Liyan's shoulder and said lazily: "I just bought it and hired workers to knock out the decoration on the opposite side. You can first think about what you want to pretend to be. "

Luo Liyan was stunned for a moment. She never thought that he could be so considerate. She was just about to be moved, but then she realized that he was not considerate at all, but that he was so stupid that he didn't like to use things that others had used. .

But when I thought about the fact that because I sell antiques, all the decorations in my home are in Chinese style, my eyes immediately lit up, "Then let's go with European style. I like the white pastoral style."

"Okay." Yi Zehao wasn't sure what she meant, but he still readily agreed.

"No!" Luo Liyan suddenly seemed to have thought of something and tsked softly, "Are you taking out the antiques in your tomb and selling them?"

"No." Yi Zehao hugged Luo Liyan tightly and rubbed it gently, "When I was buried, I sold a lot of gold bricks. I found a place to melt those bricks. , and then sold it.”

"You can even afford to buy a villa. How much gold did you get from selling it?" Luo Liyan suddenly felt that she was not very good at math, and she couldn't even calculate clearly.

"I sold gold for 300 gold. The current price of gold is 350 per gram. After buying the villa, I still kept 35 million. Now it is in the bank card. We can exchange it for another one." Yi Zehao said and took the 35 million from his pocket. A card was taken out.

Luo Liyan felt his eyes hurt when he saw it, "Are you taking out all the gold bricks in your tomb and selling them?"

"No, I only sold less than one-tenth of it." Yi Zehao answered casually, as if he was talking about something particularly worthless.

Luo Liyan's heart trembled when she heard this.

Even if it's a tenth, wouldn't it cost more than 500 million to sell the entire gold bricks in his tomb? !

Tsk, am I really here to make a career, not just to hug someone’s lap? !

Luo Liyan expressed deep doubts about this mission.

But they are all men of his own family. He will not dislike him for being poor, nor will he dislike him for being too rich.

"You don't need to give it to me. You can keep it. If you want to do something else in the future, this can be regarded as your starting capital." Luo Liyan resisted the urge to collect the card and moved his hand to the side. Pushed.

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