Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

"Yes, I'm afraid, are you satisfied with this?"

"Finally remembered that I was a murderer?" Dongfang Aoshi's expression became colder and colder.

"Whatever you say."

Wenrou doesn't want to argue, she just wants to get out of here right away.

Taking advantage of the daytime, ghosts can't move freely, leave here...

I'm really afraid that at night, the ghosts of the former princess and the child will come out and entangle me!

Dongfang Aoshi raised his eyebrows slightly.

"boom--"

The maid immediately closed the door.

With gentle and angry eyebrows, "Dongfang Aoshi, what do you mean?"

Dongfang Aoshi seemed to have heard some joke, he raised his lips and smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, "I think you have expressed yourself clearly enough?"

"What exactly do you want?" Gentle looked around in horror, unable to keep calm anymore.

"This king is hungry." Dongfang Aoshi said calmly.

She glared at him tenderly and angrily, wishing she could stab this man with a knife.

But she knew that she couldn't beat him at all!

After breathing deeply, I tried my best to suppress my emotions, "Are you going to leave here after eating?"

"depend on mood."

"..."

Really really really want to kill him!

There was a mass of anger in Wen Rou's chest, burning fiercely.

But there was nothing he could do, he could only obediently go over and pick a seat farthest from Dongfang Aoshi.

Seeing her actions, Dongfang Aoshi's expression sank again!

"Princess, if the lord is hungry, his temper will be even worse." The steward was afraid that there would be trouble again, so he hurried forward and whispered in Wen Rou's ear.

After the reminder was gentle, the steward spoke to Dongfang Aoshi again, "My lord, calm down, don't miss out on important matters."

Dongfang Aoshi nodded slightly, expressing that he knew.

The steward took a few glances at them, made sure there would be no more trouble, and left with all the maids.

All of a sudden fell into dead silence.

In the beginning, Gentle could still remain calm, sitting motionless like a mountain.

As time passed bit by bit, Wen Rou couldn't sit still, and always felt that there was a dark wind blowing behind her.

Unable to bear it, he moved towards Dongfang Aoshi.

Dongfang Aoshi raised his thin lips slightly, watching her every move with cold eyes.

Gentleness is humiliating, the feeling of self-esteem being trampled on the ground.

As usual, Rourou could no longer hold back, got up and left.

How could it be possible to continue sitting here and humiliate Dongfang Aoshi?

But now...

Wen Rou looked around, feeling a heavy cold war in her heart.

This time, she no longer had any persistence or hesitation, and sat directly beside Dongfang Aoshi.

Dongfang Aoshi snorted coldly, his voice mocking.

Wenrou didn't give him a chance to speak, picked up the bowl, and flattered him, "Aren't you hungry? Eat quickly, the soup will be cold after a while, and it won't taste good."

Rourou knows that her attitude will definitely provoke the ridicule of Dongfang Aoshi.

But no way.

She is really afraid of ghosts!

In particular, this ghost has an indistinct relationship with me!

Sure enough, Dongfang proudly looked at the tenderness, and smiled coldly, "Don't you hate me very much?"

"No... Ninth Prince thinks too much..." Wen Rou forced herself to laugh, her entire face was stiff.

"Master Jiu." Dongfang Aoshi said suddenly.

"What?" Wenrou was stunned, for a moment, she didn't realize what the meaning of Dongfang Aoshi was.

"Jiuye." Dongfang Aoshi said again, with a heavier tone.

"What Jiu Ye?" Rou Rou was at a loss, completely unable to understand what he was talking about.