Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

Dongfang Aoshi lowered his eyes, glanced at her again, and finally spoke——

"Sugar."

"White sugar? What white sugar?" With a gentle and dazed expression, he couldn't react for a while, what did Dongfang Aoshi mean by this.

"Princess..." the guard called her in a low voice, pointing to his throat.

Gentle instantly understood, but at the same time was speechless——

Scaring the whole street like this, he still cares about taking sugar.

Gentle sighed helplessly, and asked Xiaoer for some sugar.

"Can we go?"

Dongfang Aoshi glanced lightly, and finally took her hand and walked towards the street.

Rourou let out a long breath from the bottom of her heart, and her mood became a little more stable.

When Dongfang Aoshi was not paying attention, he hurriedly turned his head and took a look——

The crowd began to move slowly and return to normal.

Shen Daijun is no longer in front of the stall, probably back to the restaurant.

Thinking of this, the tenderly hanging heart finally let go.

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

Dongfang Aoshi wants to continue shopping with Rourou.

But Ruan Rou refused to get out of the sedan chair because of the commotion.

Dongfang Aoshi didn't force it, and asked someone to buy some things to take with him on the way back to the palace.

"Where's the guard just now?" When getting on the sedan chair, Rou Rou found that there was one person missing in the team, so she asked casually.

Dongfang Aoshi glanced at her indifferently, but did not speak.

Don't say it, don't say it, what's the big deal!

Wen Rou glared at her and sat in the sedan chair.

As soon as he sat down, Dongfang Aoshi stretched out his hand.

"What are you doing?" Asking him a question without answering, Wen Rou has no good face.

"sugar."

Wen Rou rolled his eyes at him, and threw the small bag over.

In order to order white sugar, he made such a big deal, this man is very sick!

Gentle really despises him!

Suddenly, that bag of white sugar was thrown back again.

Gently frowned and threw it back.

In the next second, the thing returned to the hand.

Grab it gently and throw it away.

Dongfang Aoshi took the trouble to throw it back.

……

……

……

The two of them kept throwing each other childishly and repeatedly like this.

In the end, Wen Rou got annoyed, "Dongfang Aoshi, what do you mean?"

Doesn't this man want sugar?

Gave it to him, and kept throwing it over?

are you crazy! ?

Dongfang Aoshi glanced at her again with a displeased expression.

Gentle didn't care whether he was happy or not, he stuffed something hard and turned his head away.

"Second Miss, it's better not to make this king angry." Dongfang Aoshi finally spoke, but his tone was very firm.

Wen Rou thinks this man is really unreasonable!

What is "It's best not to make me angry"?

Did she do nothing right?

Turning his head, he purposely took a look at Dongfang Aoshi, and then put it aside heavily!

Dongfang Aoshi: "..."

Neither of them spoke any further.

There was silence in the sedan chair.

The atmosphere was so oppressive that it was almost breathless...

Suddenly, Dongfang Aoshi coughed a few times in a low voice, his voice was very dry and hoarse, and he knew it was very uncomfortable just by hearing it.

Gentle frown——

Is he so insisting on white sugar because his throat hurts?

Think carefully too.

So much chili sauce was poured on that plate... Dongfang Aoshi swallowed it all, how could he feel better.

Well, since he is worried about himself, just take care of him.

Gentle took a deep breath, "Are you okay? Would you like some water?"

"It's okay..." Dongfang Aoshi's voice was obviously hoarse and uncomfortable, but his mouth was very hard.Dongfang Aoshi lowered his eyes, glanced at her again, and finally spoke——

"Sugar."

"White sugar? What white sugar?" With a gentle and dazed expression, he couldn't react for a while, what did Dongfang Aoshi mean by this.

"Princess..." the guard called her in a low voice, pointing to his throat.

Gentle instantly understood, but at the same time was speechless——

Scaring the whole street like this, he still cares about taking sugar.

Gentle sighed helplessly, and asked Xiaoer for some sugar.

"Can we go?"

Dongfang Aoshi glanced lightly, and finally took her hand and walked towards the street.

Rourou let out a long breath from the bottom of her heart, and her mood became a little more stable.

When Dongfang Aoshi was not paying attention, he hurriedly turned his head and took a look——

The crowd began to move slowly and return to normal.

Shen Daijun is no longer in front of the stall, probably back to the restaurant.

Thinking of this, the tenderly hanging heart finally let go.

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

Dongfang Aoshi wants to continue shopping with Rourou.

But Ruan Rou refused to get out of the sedan chair because of the commotion.

Dongfang Aoshi didn't force it, and asked someone to buy some things to take with him on the way back to the palace.

"Where's the guard just now?" When getting on the sedan chair, Rou Rou found that there was one person missing in the team, so she asked casually.

Dongfang Aoshi glanced at her indifferently, but did not speak.

Don't say it, don't say it, what's the big deal!

Wen Rou glared at her and sat in the sedan chair.

As soon as he sat down, Dongfang Aoshi stretched out his hand.

"What are you doing?" Asking him a question without answering, Wen Rou has no good face.

"sugar."

Wen Rou rolled his eyes at him, and threw the small bag over.

In order to order white sugar, he made such a big deal, this man is very sick!

Gentle really despises him!

Suddenly, that bag of white sugar was thrown back again.

Gently frowned and threw it back.

In the next second, the thing returned to the hand.

Grab it gently and throw it away.

Dongfang Aoshi took the trouble to throw it back.

……

……

……

The two of them kept throwing each other childishly and repeatedly like this.

In the end, Wen Rou got annoyed, "Dongfang Aoshi, what do you mean?"

Doesn't this man want sugar?

Gave it to him, and kept throwing it over?

are you crazy! ?

Dongfang Aoshi glanced at her again with a displeased expression.

Gentle didn't care whether he was happy or not, he stuffed something hard and turned his head away.

"Second Miss, it's better not to make this king angry." Dongfang Aoshi finally spoke, but his tone was very firm.

Wen Rou thinks this man is really unreasonable!

What is "It's best not to make me angry"?

Did she do nothing right?

Turning his head, he purposely took a look at Dongfang Aoshi, and then put it aside heavily!

Dongfang Aoshi: "..."

Neither of them spoke any further.

There was silence in the sedan chair.

The atmosphere was so oppressive that it was almost breathless...

Suddenly, Dongfang Aoshi coughed a few times in a low voice, his voice was very dry and hoarse, and he knew it was very uncomfortable just by hearing it.

Gentle frown——

Is he so insisting on white sugar because his throat hurts?

Think carefully too.

So much chili sauce was poured on that plate... Dongfang Aoshi swallowed it all, how could he feel better.

Well, since he is worried about himself, just take care of him.

Gentle took a deep breath, "Are you okay? Would you like some water?"

"It's okay..." Dongfang Aoshi's voice was obviously hoarse and uncomfortable, but his mouth was very hard.