Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

There is also the forbearance of the king, the attitude of the queen mother...

With all these things connected, Tian Jin suddenly felt that what Dongfang Aoshi said just now did not seem like a joke.

Thinking of this, Tian Jin finally couldn't help it, and shuddered fiercely.

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

The steward left the hairpin stubbornly and left.

Rourou studied and recalled seriously, wondering if she really had such a hairpin.

But after studying it all night, I didn't remember where I saw the hairpin brought by the steward——

Strange.

The steward obviously lied, saying that the hairpin originally belonged to her.

The strange thing is, no matter what Wen Rou thinks, her head is about to burst, and she can't remember when she had such a hairpin.

It stands to reason that it is impossible for her to forget such a precious thing.

But, she just couldn't think of anything.

There is no sense of familiarity with the hairpin.

Could it be... is she thinking too much?

Didn't you really say that you slipped your tongue on the day you were in charge?

impossible.

If it was really a slip of the tongue, how could the manager's attitude be so panicked.

At the time of Wenrou, everyone saw cold sweat dripping from the steward's forehead.

This shows that the steward really lied.

This hairpin is not freshly made at all——

Judging from the supervisor's reaction, the hairpin should have belonged to her originally.

But Wen Rou couldn't remember when she bought such a hairpin.

Damn!

what is going on?

Gently run your hands through your hair.

irritable.

"Second Miss wants to become a monk?" Dongfang Aoshi's deep and pleasant voice rang in his ears.

Gentle paused, and looked up.

Dongfang Aoshi came in at some point and stood in front of him.

He was dressed in black, and around his waist was a dragon-shaped jade pendant that symbolized his status.

Backlit, the facial features appear deeper, as if carved out.

Gentle calmed down, with an unnatural expression, "What do you mean?"

Dongfang Aoshi sat down, raised her black hair with his slender fingers, twisted it repeatedly, and played with it, "Didn't the second miss want to rip off her hair and marry the monk?"

Why do you worship a monk?

Is he cursing himself to be bald?

Gentlely lowered her face, "I'm thinking about something."

"Why are you so serious about it?" Dongfang Aoshi looked at her with light in his eyes.

"This is my business, there's no need to tell you." Gentle snatched her hair back.

He also gave Dongfang Aoshi a vicious look——

The act of playing with hair is too intimate. In my tender impression, only couples would do this.

She has nothing to do with Dongfang Aoshi!

Instead of forcefully asking Wenrou to accept any of his actions as usual, Dongfang Aoshi hooked his lips and stopped.

Gentle frown: Dongfang Aoshi didn't force or get angry?

It's so abnormal!

Normally at this time, shouldn't Dongfang Aoshi forcefully persecute her in various ways?

how……

"Everything is ready?" Dongfang Aoshi's dark eyes swept lightly.

The steward stepped forward respectfully, "My lord, please wait a moment. This subordinate will tie up the princess's hair before we can go."

Say it, and act.

Dongfang proudly waved

The steward handed over the comb to Dongfang Aoshi, and moved a chair over.

Dongfang Aoshi sat down.

Wen Wen was stunned, her expression was shocked - and the king's forbearance, the Queen Mother's attitude...

With all these things connected, Tian Jin suddenly felt that what Dongfang Aoshi said just now did not seem like a joke.

Thinking of this, Tian Jin finally couldn't help it, and shuddered fiercely.

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

The steward left the hairpin stubbornly and left.

Rourou studied and recalled seriously, wondering if she really had such a hairpin.

But after studying it all night, I didn't remember where I saw the hairpin brought by the steward——

Strange.

The steward obviously lied, saying that the hairpin originally belonged to her.

The strange thing is, no matter what Wen Rou thinks, her head is about to burst, and she can't remember when she had such a hairpin.

It stands to reason that it is impossible for her to forget such a precious thing.

But, she just couldn't think of anything.

There is no sense of familiarity with the hairpin.

Could it be... is she thinking too much?

Didn't you really say that you slipped your tongue on the day you were in charge?

impossible.

If it was really a slip of the tongue, how could the manager's attitude be so panicked.

At the time of Wenrou, everyone saw cold sweat dripping from the steward's forehead.

This shows that the steward really lied.

This hairpin is not freshly made at all——

Judging from the supervisor's reaction, the hairpin should have belonged to her originally.

But Wen Rou couldn't remember when she bought such a hairpin.

Damn!

what is going on?

Gently run your hands through your hair.

irritable.

"Second Miss wants to become a monk?" Dongfang Aoshi's deep and pleasant voice rang in his ears.

Gentle paused, and looked up.

Dongfang Aoshi came in at some point and stood in front of him.

He was dressed in black, and around his waist was a dragon-shaped jade pendant that symbolized his status.

Backlit, the facial features appear deeper, as if carved out.

Gentle calmed down, with an unnatural expression, "What do you mean?"

Dongfang Aoshi sat down, raised her black hair with his slender fingers, twisted it repeatedly, and played with it, "Didn't the second miss want to rip off her hair and marry the monk?"

Why do you worship a monk?

Is he cursing himself to be bald?

Gentlely lowered her face, "I'm thinking about something."

"Why are you so serious about it?" Dongfang Aoshi looked at her with light in his eyes.

"This is my business, there's no need to tell you." Gentle snatched her hair back.

He also gave Dongfang Aoshi a vicious look——

The act of playing with hair is too intimate. In my tender impression, only couples would do this.

She has nothing to do with Dongfang Aoshi!

Instead of forcefully asking Wenrou to accept any of his actions as usual, Dongfang Aoshi hooked his lips and stopped.

Gentle frown: Dongfang Aoshi didn't force or get angry?

It's so abnormal!

Normally at this time, shouldn't Dongfang Aoshi forcefully persecute her in various ways?

how……

"Everything is ready?" Dongfang Aoshi's dark eyes swept lightly.

The steward stepped forward respectfully, "My lord, please wait a moment. This subordinate will tie up the princess's hair before we can go."

Say it, and act.

Dongfang proudly waved

The steward handed over the comb to Dongfang Aoshi, and moved a chair over.

Dongfang Aoshi sat down.

Gentle startled, with a shocked expression——