Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

Dongfang Aoshi is tall, a full head and a half taller than her, it is difficult for Gentle to stand on tiptoe to help him dress.

Had to climb onto the soft couch.

As soon as Wen Wen went up, Wen Wan was driven down.

Looking at Wen Wan's gentle eyes, she became more and more vicious and hateful.

Gently ignored, focusing on changing clothes.

Suddenly, Gentle saw that on Dongfang Aoshi's left back arm, there was a small tattoo, which seemed to be a word——

The word is crooked, it looks a bit like a twist, and it looks a bit like a pattern...

Wenrou didn't recognize whether it was a word or a picture.

Just when she wanted to take another look, write it down, and ask the steward what it was when she went back, Dongfang Aoshi pulled up her clothes.

Rou Rou subconsciously reached out to stop her, but it was a step too late.

Dongfang Aoshi had already pulled up his clothes, as if he wanted to avoid it.

Ruan felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what was wrong...

For some reason, at this moment, Wen Rou suddenly turned her head and took a look at Wen Wan——

Wen Wan's expression is stiff, and her eyes are very strange.

Originally, Wenrou just thought that it was just a tattoo, so there was no need to pay too much attention to it.

The gentle expression made Rourou feel that things were not as simple as she imagined.

Unfortunately, Dongfang Aoshi has already put on his clothes.

Otherwise, she must write down the picture, study it carefully, and see what secret is hidden, which makes Wen Wan's expression suddenly change.

His gaze was fixed on Dongfang Aoshi's back.

Dongfang Aoshi's face was gloomy, and his cold tone was always domineering, "Come here."

Wenrou was stunned for a while, and walked over, "Dongfang Aoshi, what I just said..."

Dongfang Aoshi stretched out his hand, Wenrou staggered, and fell into his arms.

A strong masculine breath enveloped her, like invisible hands, trapping tenderness.

Gentle frowned, not liking this feeling.

Struggling, remembering.

With only one hand, Dongfang Aoshi held Wen Rou down, preventing her from moving, let alone getting up.

The maid cleaned up the wine on the table and replaced it with delicious food.

Mostly seafood.

The method is mainly light.

The main dish is lobster, which is opened and topped with garlic oil. The whole one is steamed, which is very delicious.

Others are fish and shellfish.

You can tell by the color that these are all freshly cooked——

It's winter, but Dongfang Aoshi can still get these seafood, which shows how extravagant he is.

Rourou always likes to eat seafood, now it's noon, it's lunch time, and with all the tossing and tossing just now, I'm already hungry.

Sit down automatically, grab a bowl and get ready to eat.

"This king asked you to sit down?" Dongfang Aoshi frowned, his face completely cold.

"That's right! The prince didn't even let you sit, so you dare to sit?" Wen Wan looked for Wen Rou's objection, in short, she just didn't like Wen Wen's eyes.

gentle:"……"

If you ask her to come over and don't let her eat, then why do you ask her to come here?

Playing with her?

Gentlely groaning, she stood up slowly.

Dongfang Aoshi raised his eyebrows.

The maid immediately brought a plate of shrimp to Gentle's hands.

"What are you doing?" Wen Rou was annoyed.

Shouldn't she be allowed to eat?Then why give her the plate?

"Shelling."

It's fine if you don't let her eat, but you still want to enslave her?

The tenderness is simply infuriating!

This person really has no humanity at all!

"Don't you have hands yourself?"

"Is the prince's hand used for rough work like peeling shrimp shells?" Wen Wan jumped out impatiently, pretending to be powerful.