Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

His hands were not idle, the brush was dipped in ink, and he carefully traced out the words that had just been memorized in his mind, one stroke at a time.

"Steward, this word...is pronounced 'Ya'?" Wen Rou asked.

The steward came over and looked at it again and again.

"How about it?"

"This word..." The steward scratched his head in embarrassment, "This subordinate doesn't know..."

"I don't know you?" Ruan was taken aback, she never expected to hear such an answer, "Didn't you know 'Rou' before?"

How can I change a word and not recognize it?

Could it be that the steward only recognizes one word?

Tenderness is really puzzling.

"That's a coincidence..." The steward explained, with a drop of cold sweat rolling down his forehead.

When Gentle is not paying attention, quickly reach out and wipe it away.

"By coincidence?"

"Well, before this subordinate, I have seen the calligraphy of the word 'soft' in the big seal script in bronze in other places."

"Is that so?" Gentle was dubious.

"Yes." The steward bowed his body respectfully, with a very sincere attitude.

Rourou thought about it carefully, and felt that it was just a word, and there was no need for the steward to lie to herself.

Besides, although the stewards and maidservants in the palace can understand some characters, they have never been to school or received formal education after all, and the big seal script in bronze is not a font used in daily life——

It is human nature that the steward does not know what the word reads.

Wenrou said nothing more, folded the paper and put it away.

Just because the steward doesn't know, doesn't mean others don't know either.

The palace is so big, Wen Rou believes that there must be someone who knows this word.

The map paper on the table was almost flattened.

Gentle removes the chess pieces, one by one, and puts away the pieces.

The pattern is clear, set aside.

It has been soaked in water, and the pattern has been somewhat blurred, so put it on the other side.

After sorting into categories, Gentle started to stitch together again.

Many of them were dizzy from the blisters, and the contents on them could not be seen clearly.

Wenrou had no choice but to fight according to the shape, comparing and ranking one by one.

Very, very low efficiency.

It took almost half an hour to spell out a piece the size of a palm.

Gently raised his head, took off the homemade ice pack on his leg, and was about to stretch his muscles...

The door squeaked open.

Dongfang Aoshi walked in with a breeze.

Rourou hurriedly covered the things on the table, "The wind is coming in, Dongfang Aoshi, close the door quickly!"

Dongfang Aoshi took a deep look at her, without saying a word, and closed the door with his backhand.

Gentle breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to puzzle the map.

In the ear, I heard footsteps approaching.

You don't need to think about gentleness to know that it is the pride of the East.

She ignored it and continued with her own business, so as not to quarrel again later.

Dongfang Aoshi didn't seem to be interested in what Wenrou was doing, he glanced lightly, then turned and walked away.

Next, all of Wenrou's energy was focused on the jigsaw puzzle, and she didn't care about what happened to the outside world at all.

Time passed quietly like this...

***********************Special dividing line for Dongfang Aoshi******************** ***********

It was almost an hour after Rou Rou finished spelling out the map.

Dry eyes, back pain.

Gently stand up and stretch your muscles.

In my ear, I heard the sound of "哗哗哗..." water.His hands were not idle, the brush was dipped in ink, and he carefully traced out the words that had just been memorized in his mind, one stroke at a time.

"Steward, this word...is pronounced 'Ya'?" Wen Rou asked.

The steward came over and looked at it again and again.

"How about it?"

"This word..." The steward scratched his head in embarrassment, "This subordinate doesn't know..."

"I don't know you?" Ruan was taken aback, she never expected to hear such an answer, "Didn't you know 'Rou' before?"

How can I change a word and not recognize it?

Could it be that the steward only recognizes one word?

Tenderness is really puzzling.

"That's a coincidence..." The steward explained, with a drop of cold sweat rolling down his forehead.

When Gentle is not paying attention, quickly reach out and wipe it away.

"By coincidence?"

"Well, before this subordinate, I have seen the calligraphy of the word 'soft' in the big seal script in bronze in other places."

"Is that so?" Gentle was dubious.

"Yes." The steward bowed his body respectfully, with a very sincere attitude.

Rourou thought about it carefully, and felt that it was just a word, and there was no need for the steward to lie to herself.

Besides, although the stewards and maidservants in the palace can understand some characters, they have never been to school or received formal education after all, and the big seal script in bronze is not a font used in daily life——

It is human nature that the steward does not know what the word reads.

Wenrou said nothing more, folded the paper and put it away.

Just because the steward doesn't know, doesn't mean others don't know either.

The palace is so big, Wen Rou believes that there must be someone who knows this word.

The map paper on the table was almost flattened.

Gentle removes the chess pieces, one by one, and puts away the pieces.

The pattern is clear, set aside.

It has been soaked in water, and the pattern has been somewhat blurred, so put it on the other side.

After sorting into categories, Gentle started to stitch together again.

Many of them were dizzy from the blisters, and the contents on them could not be seen clearly.

Wenrou had no choice but to fight according to the shape, comparing and ranking one by one.

Very, very low efficiency.

It took almost half an hour to spell out a piece the size of a palm.

Gently raised his head, took off the homemade ice pack on his leg, and was about to stretch his muscles...

The door squeaked open.

Dongfang Aoshi walked in with a breeze.

Rourou hurriedly covered the things on the table, "The wind is coming in, Dongfang Aoshi, close the door quickly!"

Dongfang Aoshi took a deep look at her, without saying a word, and closed the door with his backhand.

Gentle breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to puzzle the map.

In the ear, I heard footsteps approaching.

You don't need to think about gentleness to know that it is the pride of the East.

She ignored it and continued with her own business, so as not to quarrel again later.

Dongfang Aoshi didn't seem to be interested in what Wenrou was doing, he glanced lightly, then turned and walked away.

Next, all of Wenrou's energy was focused on the jigsaw puzzle, and she didn't care about what happened to the outside world at all.

Time passed quietly like this...

***********************Special dividing line for Dongfang Aoshi******************** ***********

It was almost an hour after Rou Rou finished spelling out the map.

Dry eyes, back pain.

Gently stand up and stretch your muscles.

In my ear, I heard the sound of water "哗哗哗...".