Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

Dongfang Aoshi, what kind of posture is this?

Could it be that he wants to comb his hair?

Thinking of this possibility, Wen Rou couldn't help trembling, her scalp numb.

A demon like Dongfang Aoshi actually wants to help her comb her hair...

This kind of thing is scary no matter how you think about it.

Wen Rou subconsciously moved aside, and stretched out her hand, "Give me the comb, and I will do it myself."

Dongfang Aoshi glanced at her, and said softly, "Second Miss, can your hair be tied up?"

"..." Gentle was silent for a moment.

After living in ancient times for such a long time, she is almost used to everything.

Only the matter of combing hair, no matter how gentle you are, you can’t learn——

The ancient hairstyles are very beautiful, and the styles are changeable. It is often necessary to twist the hair around. It is impossible to do it without special learning.

Even if you want to specialize in learning, you must have the root of wisdom.

Gentleness belongs to the kind that has no roots of wisdom and cannot be learned no matter what.

"If you don't, then don't waste my king's time, sit down." Dongfang Aoshi said with a cold expression.

Wenrou didn't want to be angry, but when she saw Dongfang Aoshi's natural expression, she became angry and couldn't help mocking, "Could it be that the Ninth Prince will meet?"

Dongfang Aoshi hooked his lips, with a confident expression, "What does Second Miss think?"

Gentle frown——

Could it be that he really will?

impossible.

How could a demon like Dongfang Aoshi, who can cut people with a knife, comb his hair?

Moreover, it is still the complicated hairstyle of ancient women.

Gentle doesn't believe it at all.

"Second Miss, don't you know if you try it?" Dongfang Aoshi could see through what she was thinking at a glance.

Gentle glanced at him and sat down.

She would like to see how Dongfang Aoshi can live up to this lie!

Wenrou thought it over, if Dongfang Aoshi doesn't know how to comb, she will laugh at him severely!

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

After half an hour.

Wen Rou widened her eyes, looking at herself in the bronze mirror, with an expression of disbelief——

Never thought that Dongfang Aoshi could really comb his hair!

Not only can he comb, but his skills are no worse than stewardship!

During the whole process, she didn't hurt her!

Even the familiar steward would occasionally pull her hair carelessly.

The Oriental Proudness...

The tenderness was a little shocked.

The lower jaw is held.

Dongfang Aoshi looked around, and inserted the hairpin into the gentle hair, finishing it perfectly.

Gentle stayed there, as if struck by lightning, unable to recover.

how is this possible……? !

Dongfang Aoshi actually knows how to comb his hair...

"What? Are you frightened by this king's craftsmanship?" Dongfang Aoshi curled his lips evilly.

Yes.

Not only frightened, but also very frightened.

Of course, it is impossible for meekness to express my true inner thoughts.

Staring at her eyes, she came back to her senses, and deliberately said contemptuously, "It's not just combing your hair, there's nothing to be scared about."

Dongfang Aoshi raised his eyebrows with interest.

Wen Rou guessed with her toes, everyone knew what his expression meant!

Dongfang Aoshi was laughing at her duplicity——

He was obviously frightened, but he refused to admit it.

This is indeed the case.

Wenrou was frightened by Dongfang Aoshi's hair combing skills.

But she will never admit it.

I don't want to see Dongfang proud and triumphant.Dongfang Aoshi, what kind of posture is this?

Could it be that he wants to comb his hair?

Thinking of this possibility, Wen Rou couldn't help trembling, her scalp numb.

A demon like Dongfang Aoshi actually wants to help her comb her hair...

This kind of thing is scary no matter how you think about it.

Wen Rou subconsciously moved aside, and stretched out her hand, "Give me the comb, and I will do it myself."

Dongfang Aoshi glanced at her, and said softly, "Second Miss, can your hair be tied up?"

"..." Gentle was silent for a moment.

After living in ancient times for such a long time, she is almost used to everything.

Only the matter of combing hair, no matter how gentle you are, you can’t learn——

The ancient hairstyles are very beautiful, and the styles are changeable. It is often necessary to twist the hair around. It is impossible to do it without special learning.

Even if you want to specialize in learning, you must have the root of wisdom.

Gentleness belongs to the kind that has no roots of wisdom and cannot be learned no matter what.

"If you don't, then don't waste my king's time, sit down." Dongfang Aoshi said with a cold expression.

Wenrou didn't want to be angry, but when she saw Dongfang Aoshi's natural expression, she became angry and couldn't help mocking, "Could it be that the Ninth Prince will meet?"

Dongfang Aoshi hooked his lips, with a confident expression, "What does Second Miss think?"

Gentle frown——

Could it be that he really will?

impossible.

How could a demon like Dongfang Aoshi, who can cut people with a knife, comb his hair?

Moreover, it is still the complicated hairstyle of ancient women.

Gentle doesn't believe it at all.

"Second Miss, don't you know if you try it?" Dongfang Aoshi could see through what she was thinking at a glance.

Gentle glanced at him and sat down.

She would like to see how Dongfang Aoshi can live up to this lie!

Wenrou thought it over, if Dongfang Aoshi doesn't know how to comb, she will laugh at him severely!

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

After half an hour.

Wen Rou widened her eyes, looking at herself in the bronze mirror, with an expression of disbelief——

Never thought that Dongfang Aoshi could really comb his hair!

Not only can he comb, but his skills are no worse than stewardship!

During the whole process, she didn't hurt her!

Even the familiar steward would occasionally pull her hair carelessly.

The Oriental Proudness...

The tenderness was a little shocked.

The lower jaw is held.

Dongfang Aoshi looked around, and inserted the hairpin into the gentle hair, finishing it perfectly.

Gentle stayed there, as if struck by lightning, unable to recover.

how is this possible……? !

Dongfang Aoshi actually knows how to comb his hair...

"What? Are you frightened by this king's craftsmanship?" Dongfang Aoshi curled his lips evilly.

Yes.

Not only frightened, but also very frightened.

Of course, it is impossible for meekness to express my true inner thoughts.

Staring at her eyes, she came back to her senses, and deliberately said contemptuously, "It's not just combing your hair, there's nothing to be scared about."

Dongfang Aoshi raised his eyebrows with interest.

Wen Rou guessed with her toes, everyone knew what his expression meant!

Dongfang Aoshi was laughing at her duplicity——

He was obviously frightened, but he refused to admit it.

This is indeed the case.

Wenrou was frightened by Dongfang Aoshi's hair combing skills.

But she will never admit it.

I don't want to see Dongfang proud and triumphant.