Chapter 4629: Her Royal Highness Princess Always Pampers Me 86

"Yunxiangfu ..." Luo Liyan thought with a crooked head, then said a little vaguely.
Yi Rongrong looked at her nodded and red lips, moved it, and wanted to bite it hard.
But just before bowing his head, Luo Liyan slapped his face aside.
"Don't give you a kiss, you have to kiss ... kiss the young lady of the Prime Minister's House." She mumbled softly, and the mist of aggrieved flickering in those sharp eyes.
Yi Rongrong felt like she was being tossed back and forth, obviously being bullied and dying, but she was wronged first.
He froze his lips, Yi Yirong hugged her and leapt back to the room.
Although not high, Luo Liyan felt like he was sitting on a paraglider and cheered happily.
"I want to fly, I want to fly." She raised her arms and wrapped around Yi Huarong's neck, but the whole person fell backwards.
Yi Yanrong let her go out of her arms little by little, and then leaned her waist, like pressing a little cub, and pressed her back to the couch.
"Fly later, first explain to me, what exactly do I and the young lady in the Prime Minister's House have?" Yi Qirong snorted coldly.
He doesn't even remember the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister ’s House, why in the eyes of this little guy, he has a relationship with the woman himself.
"Just ... just go to the Prime Minister's House the most number of times, definitely to see her." Luo Liyan lifted his feet, and impatiently directed at Yi Yirong who was holding him.
He was so big that he was about to get hurt internally.
"Be good." Yi Yanrong let her disobedient little hoof kick on her leg, clasped her ankle, and gently hooked, "You just go the most because of me. , So I think I have something to do with the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister ’s House? There are more than one young lady from the Prime Minister ’s house. Why is she?

The touch on his fingertips made him reluctant to just let it go, and hugged the little girl who was lying down, then twirled the tenderness like the white sheep's fat and tapped lightly.
Luo Liyan looks like a cat scratching his belly, his comfortable eyes are half closed, and the whole person curls up into a ball, nestling in Yi Baorong's arms.
"That Xuan Xuan is the first talented woman in Beijing. You must be for her." Her little hand, holding Yi Yirong's plaque, seemed to be pulling vigorously.
This made Yi Rongrong cried and laughed a little. He was trying to grab money. This talented woman is not talented, and it has nothing to do with herself.
"I'm superficial, and I don't like any so-called talented girl." He said, regardless of whether the little drunk cat in his arms could understand his explanation.
The reason why he went to the Prime Minister's Mansion more often was because he was the main drum of Wenchen. According to his counsellors, if he could not recruit him, he would have to fight him.
Yi Anrong didn't bother to do it, but he was still good at finding faults, so I went a bit more.
"Then you like my half-sister?" Luo Liyan shook his head, thinking of Luo Peiyun's troubles with Yi Huarong over and over again, and an instant of irritable anger was raised in her heart.
Resisting twisting her body, she wanted to squeeze out Yi Yirong's arms, but this made the man who had been suppressing the affection itself, like a match being struck, and instantly ignited.