Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

Several people retreated silently towards the door.

Just as they walked to the door and were about to step out, Dongfang Aoshi's voice sounded deep——

"bring here."

"Yes." The steward immediately ordered someone to bring the things in.

"Where does the prince want to eat? On the couch? Or outside?" the steward asked in a low voice.

Dongfang Aoshi glanced at Gentle, who was still asleep, "Let's go outside."

The steward nodded and took the things to the outer room.

The maids are moving the grand master's chair and spreading out the soft couch, so that Dongfang Aoshi can sit more comfortably.

The steward took out the porridge and sent it to Dongfang Aoshi.

In my heart, I was actually very worried.

I'm afraid that Dongfang Aoshi will throw things if he thinks it tastes bad after eating it.

A heart hangs there.

Everyone else, too, was very nervous.

I was afraid that Dongfang Aoshi would be dissatisfied and start to get angry again.

However, to everyone's surprise, Dongfang Aoshi ate up the bowl of porridge without saying a word.

Even, the steward has to fill a bowl.

"The concubine doesn't have much left, if the prince wants to eat, can the subordinates ask the kitchen to cook some more?" the steward asked.

"No need." Dongfang Aoshi waved.

He has no interest in porridge at all.

It is eaten only because it is cooked gently.

"But the prince only ate a small bowl, let's ask the kitchen to prepare some more." The steward persuaded earnestly.

Dongfang Aoshi waved his hand, his expression was already impatient.

The steward knew that it was useless to persuade him, so he tidied up and withdrew.

Dongfang Aoshi returned to the soft couch to rest.

The steward and the maid retreated together.

Walking to the door, he paused for a moment, then came back, "My lord."

"Is there anything else?" Dongfang Aoshi frowned, not liking to be disturbed all the time.

In today's management, I have already surpassed it, and I have a little too much management.

"Does the prince want to drink the medicine?"

Dongfang Aoshi's reaction was to ignore it and just lie down.

Seeing his unwillingness to cooperate, the steward really didn't know what to say or what to do.

Sighing inwardly, he turned and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, I remembered what Wuming said just now, and the small bowl of porridge that Dongfang Aoshi ate.

"My lord, my concubine needs someone to take care of her now. If my lord's health gets worse..." The steward didn't continue talking, and stopped.

If you talk too much, Dongfang Aoshi will see that she is provoking him with tenderness.

Dongfang Aoshi frowned and opened his eyes.

His dark eyes stared at the steward, his gaze was as sharp as a knife.

The steward's scalp was numb and his back was wet with cold sweat.

Why is the prince staring at himself like this?

Could it be that she miscalculated?

The prince just said that he wanted to eat, not because of being gentle, but because he was hungry?

In panic.

Dongfang Aoshi pulled his lips and broke the silence, "Didn't you want me to take medicine? Where is the medicine?"

"The subordinate will bring it here immediately." The steward heaved a long sigh of relief: It seems that the princess is really important to the prince.Otherwise, the prince would not immediately change his mind when he mentioned it himself.

"En." Dongfang Aoshi nodded and closed his eyes again.

The steward knew that he meant to wait, so he left quickly.

When he came back a few minutes later, he brought a steaming bowl of medicine as black as ink in his hand, "My lord, the medicine has already been brought."

Dongfang Aoshi frowned when he saw the medicine.

It's not that Dongfang Aoshi is afraid of taking medicine.

Instead, when he saw the bowl of black things, he knew it must be very bitter.Several people retreated silently towards the door.

Just as they walked to the door and were about to step out, Dongfang Aoshi's voice sounded deep——

"bring here."

"Yes." The steward immediately ordered someone to bring the things in.

"Where does the prince want to eat? On the couch? Or outside?" the steward asked in a low voice.

Dongfang Aoshi glanced at Gentle, who was still asleep, "Let's go outside."

The steward nodded and took the things to the outer room.

The maids are moving the grand master's chair and spreading out the soft couch, so that Dongfang Aoshi can sit more comfortably.

The steward took out the porridge and sent it to Dongfang Aoshi.

In my heart, I was actually very worried.

I'm afraid that Dongfang Aoshi will throw things if he thinks it tastes bad after eating it.

A heart hangs there.

Everyone else, too, was very nervous.

I was afraid that Dongfang Aoshi would be dissatisfied and start to get angry again.

However, to everyone's surprise, Dongfang Aoshi ate up the bowl of porridge without saying a word.

Even, the steward has to fill a bowl.

"The concubine doesn't have much left, if the prince wants to eat, can the subordinates ask the kitchen to cook some more?" the steward asked.

"No need." Dongfang Aoshi waved.

He has no interest in porridge at all.

It is eaten only because it is cooked gently.

"But the prince only ate a small bowl, let's ask the kitchen to prepare some more." The steward persuaded earnestly.

Dongfang Aoshi waved his hand, his expression was already impatient.

The steward knew that it was useless to persuade him, so he tidied up and withdrew.

Dongfang Aoshi returned to the soft couch to rest.

The steward and the maid retreated together.

Walking to the door, he paused for a moment, then came back, "My lord."

"Is there anything else?" Dongfang Aoshi frowned, not liking to be disturbed all the time.

In today's management, I have already surpassed it, and I have a little too much management.

"Does the prince want to drink the medicine?"

Dongfang Aoshi's reaction was to ignore it and just lie down.

Seeing his unwillingness to cooperate, the steward really didn't know what to say or what to do.

Sighing inwardly, he turned and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, I remembered what Wuming said just now, and the small bowl of porridge that Dongfang Aoshi ate.

"My lord, my concubine needs someone to take care of her now. If my lord's health gets worse..." The steward didn't continue talking, and stopped.

If you talk too much, Dongfang Aoshi will see that she is provoking him with tenderness.

Dongfang Aoshi frowned and opened his eyes.

His dark eyes stared at the steward, his gaze was as sharp as a knife.

The steward's scalp was numb and his back was wet with cold sweat.

Why is the prince staring at himself like this?

Could it be that she miscalculated?

The prince just said that he wanted to eat, not because of being gentle, but because he was hungry?

In panic.

Dongfang Aoshi pulled his lips and broke the silence, "Didn't you want me to take medicine? Where is the medicine?"

"The subordinate will bring it here immediately." The steward heaved a long sigh of relief: It seems that the princess is really important to the prince.Otherwise, the prince would not immediately change his mind when he mentioned it himself.

"En." Dongfang Aoshi nodded and closed his eyes again.

The steward knew that he meant to wait, so he left quickly.

When he came back a few minutes later, he brought a steaming bowl of medicine as black as ink in his hand, "My lord, the medicine has already been brought."

Dongfang Aoshi frowned when he saw the medicine.

It's not that Dongfang Aoshi is afraid of taking medicine.

Instead, when he saw the bowl of black things, he knew it must be very bitter.