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

"The Prime Minister's Mansion..." Luo Liyan tilted her head and thought for a while, then said vaguely.

Yi Shurong looked at her red lips, which were not dotted but were moving, and wanted to bite them hard.

But just as he lowered his head and leaned over, Luo Liyan slapped his face aside.

"I won't kiss you, but you have to kiss... kiss the eldest lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion." She muttered in a low voice, with a mist of grievance shining in her bright and clear eyes.

Yi Shurong felt like she was being crushed and pinched back and forth by her. She was obviously being bullied to death, but in the end she felt aggrieved first.

Pursing her lips tightly, Yi Shurong hugged her, jumped up, and floated back to the room.

Although it was not high, Luo Liyan felt like she was paragliding and she cheered happily.

"I want to fly, I still want to fly." She raised her arms and wrapped them around Yi Shurong's neck, but she fell backwards.

Yi Shurong let her come out of his arms little by little, then pinched her waist like a chicken and pushed her back onto the couch.

"Fly later, please explain to me first, what do I and the eldest lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion have?" Yi Shurong snorted coldly.

Now he doesn't even remember who the eldest lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion is, so why in the eyes of this little guy in front of him, he has something to do with that woman.

"Just... you go to the Prime Minister's Mansion the most, and it must be to see her." Luo Liyan raised her foot and impatiently kicked Yi Shurong, who was restraining her.

He was so big and so heavy that he almost suffered internal injuries.

"Be good." Yi Shurong let her disobedient little hooves kick on her legs, grabbed her ankles, and gently hooked her, "You go there the most because of me. , so you think I have an affair with the eldest lady of the Prime Minister’s Mansion? Then there is more than one young lady from the Prime Minister’s Mansion, why is it her?”

The touch on his fingertips made him reluctant to let go, so he picked up the lying little girl, then circled the tender and smooth body like mutton fat and white jade, and rubbed it gently.

Luo Liyan was like a cat whose belly was being scratched, her eyes were half-closed in comfort, and she curled up into a ball, nestling obediently in Yi Shurong's arms.

"That Mi Zhixuan is the most talented woman in the capital. You must be here for her." Her little hands grabbed Yi Shurong's skirt and tugged hard as if she was very angry.

This made Yi Shurong dumbfounded. She was here to grab money. What does this talented woman have to do with her?

"I'm a superficial person and don't like so-called talented women." He didn't care whether the little drunk cat in his arms understood his explanation or not, and said to himself.

The reason why he went to the Prime Minister's Mansion more often was because he was the backbone of the civil servants. According to his advisers, if he could not recruit him, he would be suppressed until he was unable to fight back.

Yi Shurong was too lazy to do anything about recruiting people, but he was still good at finding trouble, so he went there more often.

"Then you like my half-sister?" Luo Liyan shook her head. Thinking of Luo Peiyun's time and again making things difficult for Yi Shurong, uncontrollable anger instantly rose in her heart.

Resisting and twisting her body, she tried to squeeze out of Yi Shurong's arms, but this made the man who had been suppressing his feelings feel like a match was struck and was instantly ignited.