Quickly wear the crazy batch of bosses, stop being lazy

Chapter 2295: Entering the world of cultivation, picking up a demon emperor as a pet

At this moment, after Song Wanyin was driven out of the palace, she had nowhere to go for a while.

She gritted her teeth, thought of something, and went to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

When Zhao Ziheng, the second son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, saw Song Wanyin appear in front of him, his face was immediately filled with heartache, "Yin'er, are you okay?"

Song Wanyin bit her lip stubbornly, as if she had suffered a great injustice. "I have nowhere to go now. Can you take me in? Don't worry, I will pay for accommodation when I have money!"

Hearing this, Zhao Ziheng felt even more distressed. "Yin'er, you don't have to pay for accommodation. From now on, the Prime Minister's Mansion is your home. You can stay as long as you want! Don't worry, as long as I'm here, no one will dare to bully you!"

When Zhao Ziheng thought of the woman who had taken away Yin'er's identity and harmed her like this, he felt disgusted.

After that, Song Wanyin settled down in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

When Prime Minister Zhao learned about this, his face turned black.

Song Wanyin was driven out of the palace, and then she moved into his house! What would others think? Those who didn't know would think she had some relationship with him!

Thinking of the rumors outside that Song Wanyin was the child of the Queen and another man, Prime Minister Zhao's face turned even darker.

He turned around and went to the yard where Song Wanyin lived now.

Seeing that Song Wanyin was actually here, Prime Minister Zhao looked grim and walked in directly with his butler.

Hearing the footsteps outside, Song Wanyin's eyes flickered, and she found a suitable angle by the window to sit down, and then began to recite Li Qingzhao's "Wulingchun. Spring Evening", "The wind has stopped, the dust has fallen, the flowers have faded, and I am tired of combing my hair at dusk.

Things are people and nothing is done, and tears shed first.

It is said that Sungai Spring is still good, and it is also planned to go boating.

I am afraid that the small boat in the two streams cannot carry so much sorrow...”

Hearing Song Wanyin's voice, Prime Minister Zhao paused, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he continued to walk inside. "I didn't expect Miss Song to have such talent." Prime Minister Zhao praised with admiration.

Seeing that the person coming was not Zhao Ziheng, Song Wanyin frowned subconsciously, turned her head and found that the person coming was Prime Minister Zhao. She frowned and sat there without moving, waiting for Prime Minister Zhao to come and salute her as usual.

Seeing her like this, the slight bit of goodwill that had just risen in Prime Minister Zhao's heart disappeared without a trace.

He frowned and asked Song Wanyin, "I wonder what business Miss Song has in my house?"

Seeing that Prime Minister Zhao dared to be so rude to her, Song Wanyin's face turned bad. She frowned and said coldly, "The Prime Minister has nothing to do with this matter."

Prime Minister Zhao, "......?"

"Miss Song, this is my Prime Minister's residence. It's not a place where just any Tom, Dick or Harry can appear!" Prime Minister Zhao's tone became even colder.

Hearing this, Song Wanyin suddenly felt humiliated. She looked at Prime Minister Zhao and asked coldly, "What do you mean by that!"

"Hmph! You..." Prime Minister Zhao snorted coldly and was about to say something, but the next second, he was interrupted.

"Dad! What are you doing here!" The next second, Zhao Ziheng, dressed in green, strode in, stood in front of Song Wanyin, and stared at his father with a vigilant look.

Seeing this scene, Prime Minister Zhao frowned so hard that he could almost pinch a fly to death. Facing his son's angry eyes, he looked grim, "What are you doing?"

"Dad, what do you want to do to Yin'er? I'm telling you! Yin'er is my beloved girl, I will never allow you to do anything to her!"

Hearing this, everyone present had different expressions.

Song Wanyin, who was standing behind Zhao Ziheng, had a slight smile of complacency on her lips. As for Prime Minister Zhao opposite her, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Rebellious son! What did you say?!" Prime Minister Zhao felt that his son was out of his mind.

"Dad! No matter what you say, my son will not be separated from Yin'er!" Zhao Ziheng said in a firm tone.

Prime Minister Zhao, "......"