Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

However, the matter of the prime minister's family is not something that anyone can discuss.

The steward was surprised and didn't think much about it.

In addition, during that period of time, the prince suddenly fell ill and needed someone to take care of her, so she didn't have the heart to think about other people's gossip.

This matter is over.

Now that I think about it, things seem weird...

The former concubine died, and the twin sister recovered instantly; after several years of silence, the prince suddenly married Wen Wan; then, he took Wen Ya into the mansion...

Something flickered in the steward's mind, but he just couldn't connect everything together.

Forget it.

I don't even think about these now.

It's been so many years...

The most important thing right now is to watch the princess drink the medicine first.

"Princess, please sit down for a while, and my subordinates will go down and get the icing sugar."

Nod gently.

The steward didn't leave immediately, but took some clothes out of the closet, "It's cold outside, the princess should wear some more clothes."

"Thank you." Looking at her tenderly and gratefully, I have to say that the steward is really understanding.

There was obviously icing sugar on the plate, but the steward pretended not to see——

The steward must know that his current situation is very embarrassing, so he proposed to get the icing.

Otherwise, I wouldn't help her get all the clothes.

The steward didn't say anything, and went out quietly.

Wen Rou hurriedly used this time to tidy up her body and put on her clothes.

Just as she was getting everything done—

"Knock knock knock..."

As soon as it was finished, there was a knock on the door.

"Princess, can this subordinate come in?" The steward's voice came in.

"Come in." Rourou tidied up her appearance again, and only spoke after making sure there was no problem.

The door was gently pushed open, and the steward walked in.

"Princess, this is icing." The steward put the things on the plate.

Nodding gently, he drank the medicine and put the two icing sugars in his mouth.

"The kitchen has already prepared lunch, the princess will use some first?" said the steward, "I just took the medicine, it would be better to eat something."

"Okay." Rou Rou nodded as long as it was related to the child in her womb.

The steward immediately ordered someone to bring the things in.

There is a full table, all of which are gentle and like to eat, and they are cooked lightly, which is in line with the taste of pregnant women.

Gentle just looking at it has already aroused the appetite.

Although the steward was concerned about Dongfang Aoshi's body in his heart, when Dongfang Aoshi left, he told her to look at him tenderly.

So, no matter how worried the steward was about Dongfang Aoshi's situation, he stayed in the room and took care of Wenrou carefully.

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

at the same time.

study.

In front of Dongfang Aoshi, there was a table of dishes, all delicious, no matter in terms of color or other aspects, they could attract people's index fingers.

But Dongfang's proud expression showed no appetite at all.

On the contrary, the thick eyebrows were tightly frowned, as if what he saw was not a delicacy, but a gut-piercing poison.

He has no appetite at all.

"My lord, is the dish not to your liking? Do you want my subordinates to call the kitchen and make it again?" the maid asked in a low voice, for fear that the volume would be too loud and anger Dongfang Aoshi.

Dongfang Aoshi waved his hand, "Leave it, I have no appetite."

"Princess, you haven't eaten for several days. You just drank some porridge yesterday. If this continues, your body will not be able to handle it. You should eat some." However, the affairs of the prime minister's family are not something anyone can discuss.

The steward was surprised and didn't think much about it.

In addition, during that period of time, the prince suddenly fell ill and needed someone to take care of her, so she didn't have the heart to think about other people's gossip.

This matter is over.

Now that I think about it, things seem weird...

The former concubine died, and the twin sister recovered instantly; after several years of silence, the prince suddenly married Wen Wan; then, he took Wen Ya into the mansion...

Something flickered in the steward's mind, but he just couldn't connect everything together.

Forget it.

I don't even think about these now.

It's been so many years...

The most important thing right now is to watch the princess drink the medicine first.

"Princess, please sit down for a while, and my subordinates will go down and get the icing sugar."

Nod gently.

The steward didn't leave immediately, but took some clothes out of the closet, "It's cold outside, the princess should wear some more clothes."

"Thank you." Looking at her tenderly and gratefully, I have to say that the steward is really understanding.

There was obviously icing sugar on the plate, but the steward pretended not to see——

The steward must know that his current situation is very embarrassing, so he proposed to get the icing.

Otherwise, I wouldn't help her get all the clothes.

The steward didn't say anything, and went out quietly.

Wen Rou hurriedly used this time to tidy up her body and put on her clothes.

Just as she was getting everything done—

"Knock knock knock..."

As soon as it was finished, there was a knock on the door.

"Princess, can this subordinate come in?" The steward's voice came in.

"Come in." Rourou tidied up her appearance again, and only spoke after making sure there was no problem.

The door was gently pushed open, and the steward walked in.

"Princess, this is icing." The steward put the things on the plate.

Nodding gently, he drank the medicine and put the two icing sugars in his mouth.

"The kitchen has already prepared lunch, the princess will use some first?" said the steward, "I just took the medicine, it would be better to eat something."

"Okay." Rou Rou nodded as long as it was related to the child in her womb.

The steward immediately ordered someone to bring the things in.

There is a full table, all of which are gentle and like to eat, and they are cooked lightly, which is in line with the taste of pregnant women.

Gentle just looking at it has already aroused the appetite.

Although the steward was concerned about Dongfang Aoshi's body in his heart, when Dongfang Aoshi left, he told her to look at him tenderly.

So, no matter how worried the steward was about Dongfang Aoshi's situation, he stayed in the room and took care of Wenrou carefully.

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

at the same time.

study.

In front of Dongfang Aoshi, there was a table of dishes, all delicious, no matter in terms of color or other aspects, they could attract people's index fingers.

But Dongfang's proud expression showed no appetite at all.

On the contrary, the thick eyebrows were tightly frowned, as if what he saw was not a delicacy, but a gut-piercing poison.

He has no appetite at all.

"My lord, is the dish not to your liking? Do you want my subordinates to call the kitchen and make it again?" the maid asked in a low voice, for fear that the volume would be too loud and anger Dongfang Aoshi.

Dongfang Aoshi waved his hand, "Leave it, I have no appetite."

"Princess, you haven't eaten for several days, but you drank some porridge yesterday. If this continues, your body will not be able to handle it. You should eat some."