Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

"Dongfang Aoshi, where are you going?"

"When does this king need to report his whereabouts to you?" Dongfang Aoshi paused, but did not turn around.

"You—you—you—" Wen Ziye talked for a long time, but he couldn't come up with a reason.

He was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at his eyes, his face turned blue and white at times!

Damn!

He shouldn't have married Wen Wan to the palace in the first place!

If Wen Wan hadn't married into the palace, she wouldn't have been insulted like this today!

Wen Ziye was so angry that his whole body was shaking, and his chest heaved violently.

Several times, I was almost out of breath.

Huangfu Hao and Wen Wan kept comforting, patted their backs and poured tea and water, which made Wen Ziye look better.

Looking at it tenderly, his chest was tightened, and he was very worried——

I want to go over and ask, how is Wen Ziye's situation, is there anything wrong...

But in the current situation, Ruan didn't dare to take any action at all, and could only watch helplessly.

Under the care of Huangfu Hao and Wen Wan, Wen Ziye finally managed to get along.

Sitting in a chair panting.

Wen Rou secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly looked back to avoid being discovered.

When she retracted her gaze, she gave Huangfu Hao a gentle and nostalgic glance——

In the next second, the waist suddenly tightened violently!

Dongfang Aoshi's sinister gaze pierced like a sharp arrow.

Wen Rou froze fiercely, turned away his eyes, and pretended not to see anything.

Damn woman!

She thought she could escape like this?

Dongfang Aoshi sneered coldly, walked out with tenderness in his arms.

Wen Wan looked at their receding figures, and a hint of malice flashed in her eyes.

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in the sedan.

Dongfang Aoshi's actions became more and more excessive.

At first, it was just kisses on the cheeks, neck, and collarbone.

Slowly, she began to tear her clothes dissatisfied...

Clothes in ancient times were folded, and as long as the belt was pulled open, everything was exposed.

At first, Gentle clenched her fists tightly and endured.

I have been enduring it.

In my heart, I counted silently.

1 minutes.

2 minutes.

3 minutes.

……

……

……

15 minutes!

Counting to the 900th second, take a gentle and deep breath, and make a bunch!

Unexpectedly, Ruan would make such a movement, "Boom—" Dongfang Aoshi slammed into the sedan chair.

Just now, Dongfang Aoshi didn't have any defenses, and the impact was very painful.

There was a big bump on his forehead.

He, who has always been cold and arrogant, didn't have much expression, but his thick eyebrows frowned slightly.

Wenrou saw that, instead of showing sympathy, she even mended her feet hard!

It's best to kick him to death!

Gently tightened the clothes and was about to go out.

The neck suddenly tightened.

Rourou felt her throat suffocated, before she realized what was going on, she fell into the clutches of the devil again.

"Want to run?" Dongfang Aoshi's eyes were dark, his thin lips slightly upward, like a falcon's vicious and sharp.

"Go away!" Gentle struggled, and then kicked him hard to discourage him.

"Don't keep the promise in the front hall?" Dongfang Aoshi's eyes were sharp and more and more sinister.

"Following a beast requires integrity?" She pulled her lower lip gently and mockingly, and sneered.

That's right!

Gentle has no intention at all, keep the promise.

The words said in the front hall were just to get out and deal with Dongfang Aoshi.

Being scolded, Dongfang Aoshi not only didn't get angry, but even smiled.