Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

"Pen, ink, scissors." Nameless said.

The steward immediately took it and delivered it.

Wuming spread it out, drew a small figure on the paper, cut it out according to the shape, and quickly made seals with his slender fingers.

Soon, everyone saw miraculously that the finger in Wuming's hand seemed to be alive, it moved and slipped through the crack of the door.

"Cacka-cacka-cacka--"

The next second, the sound of the door bolt being pulled came from the kitchen.

One minute later, the door bolt snapped and fell off.

Nameless pushed lightly, and the door opened a small crack.

Everyone was stunned when they saw this scene——

They all knew that Wuming was very powerful, but they didn't expect that he could even do this.

There was silence for at least ten seconds.

The steward was the first to react, and stepped forward, trying to push the door open.

A hand reached out to stop it.

The steward looked at Wuming, and didn't understand why he stopped him.

Wuming didn't talk to her, and asked Dongfang Aoshi directly, "Can the prince himself?"

"En." Dongfang Aoshi slightly nodded.

Nameless let go.

Dongfang Aoshi swayed and almost fell down.

The steward stretched out his hand reflexively, but was stopped again.

Nameless shook his head at her.

The steward understood, and stepped aside.

Dongfang Aoshi's high fever has not subsided, his hands and feet are completely soft, and every step he takes takes a lot of effort.

Even so, he went in by himself without relying on anyone.

There was silence in the kitchen.

"Ahem..." Dongfang Aoshi coughed, and after searching around, he finally found the woman in his heart.

She curled up on the straw, sleeping soundly and soundly.

Dongfang Aoshi let out a long sigh of relief and walked over.

Accidentally, he kicked the chair and fell down with a "boom--".

"My lord, are you alright?" Wuming rushed in immediately.

The steward also rushed in, but she didn't dare to go forward for fear that Dongfang Aoshi would get angry, so she could only watch from a distance.

"It's okay, cough..." Dongfang Aoshi struggled to stand up, his body was completely unable to use his strength, and he was shaking violently.

The woman on the straw pile, sleeping soundly, did not realize at all that the door opened and someone was approaching.

Wuming glanced at Wen Rou, shook his head, "My lord, you can't use your strength now, should I do it?"

As he said, he stretched out his hand to hug Wen Rou.

"No need." Dongfang Aoshi knocked off his hand, reacting excitedly.

His own woman can hug himself, without other people.

"Princess has a child in her stomach. In your current situation, if you accidentally fall, you will lose your life." Wuming reminded.

"I won't throw her down." Dongfang Aoshi paused, and after gathering some strength, he hugged Wenrou.

Gentle didn't notice at all——

She didn't sleep well last night. She was really tired and slept very deeply.

Dongfang Aoshi said he was fine, but after all, his body was still sick, his fever persisted, his limbs were limp, and he couldn't use his strength at all.

After doing it for a long time, I couldn't hold Wen Rou up, and I even fell down several times.

"My lord, let me do it."

"No need." Dongfang Aoshi refused.

Even if it's the best friend, Dongfang Aoshi doesn't want him to touch Wen Rou.

Wuming knew his character, he was very stubborn.

So, don't say anything more, just watch from the sidelines, lest they have any accidents.

Dongfang Aoshi tried several times, and finally hugged Wenrou.

Although the ground is covered with thick straw, it will still be cold if you lie down and sleep directly. "Pen, ink, scissors." Nameless said.

The steward immediately took it and delivered it.

Wuming spread it out, drew a small figure on the paper, cut it out according to the shape, and quickly made seals with his slender fingers.

Soon, everyone saw miraculously that the finger in Wuming's hand seemed to be alive, it moved and slipped through the crack of the door.

"Cacka-cacka-cacka--"

The next second, the sound of the door bolt being pulled came from the kitchen.

One minute later, the door bolt snapped and fell off.

Nameless pushed lightly, and the door opened a small crack.

Everyone was stunned when they saw this scene——

They all knew that Wuming was very powerful, but they didn't expect that he could even do this.

There was silence for at least ten seconds.

The steward was the first to react, and stepped forward, trying to push the door open.

A hand reached out to stop it.

The steward looked at Wuming, and didn't understand why he stopped him.

Wuming didn't talk to her, and asked Dongfang Aoshi directly, "Can the prince himself?"

"En." Dongfang Aoshi slightly nodded.

Nameless let go.

Dongfang Aoshi swayed and almost fell down.

The steward stretched out his hand reflexively, but was stopped again.

Nameless shook his head at her.

The steward understood, and stepped aside.

Dongfang Aoshi's high fever has not subsided, his hands and feet are completely soft, and every step he takes takes a lot of effort.

Even so, he went in by himself without relying on anyone.

There was silence in the kitchen.

"Ahem..." Dongfang Aoshi coughed, and after searching around, he finally found the woman in his heart.

She curled up on the straw, sleeping soundly and soundly.

Dongfang Aoshi let out a long sigh of relief and walked over.

Accidentally, he kicked the chair and fell down with a "boom--".

"My lord, are you alright?" Wuming rushed in immediately.

The steward also rushed in, but she didn't dare to go forward for fear that Dongfang Aoshi would get angry, so she could only watch from a distance.

"It's okay, cough..." Dongfang Aoshi struggled to stand up, his body was completely unable to use his strength, and he was shaking violently.

The woman on the straw pile, sleeping soundly, did not realize at all that the door opened and someone was approaching.

Wuming glanced at Wen Rou, shook his head, "My lord, you can't use your strength now, should I do it?"

As he said, he stretched out his hand to hug Wen Rou.

"No need." Dongfang Aoshi knocked off his hand, reacting excitedly.

His own woman can hug himself, without other people.

"Princess has a child in her stomach. In your current situation, if you accidentally fall, you will lose your life." Wuming reminded.

"I won't throw her down." Dongfang Aoshi paused, and after gathering some strength, he hugged Wenrou.

Gentle didn't notice at all——

She didn't sleep well last night. She was really tired and slept very deeply.

Dongfang Aoshi said he was fine, but after all, his body was still sick, his fever persisted, his limbs were limp, and he couldn't use his strength at all.

After doing it for a long time, I couldn't hold Wen Rou up, and I even fell down several times.

"My lord, let me do it."

"No need." Dongfang Aoshi refused.

Even if it's the best friend, Dongfang Aoshi doesn't want him to touch Wen Rou.

Wuming knew his character, he was very stubborn.

So, don't say anything more, just watch from the sidelines, lest they have any accidents.

Dongfang Aoshi tried several times, and finally hugged Wenrou.

Although the ground is covered with thick straw, it will still be cold if you lie down and sleep directly.