Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

The only person who can contact Huangfu Hao is Shen Daijun.

And Shen Daijun, now being detained by Dongfang Aoshi...

She had to think of a way to let Dongfang Aoshi release Shen Daijun.

Gentle took a deep breath and made a big decision.

He put on some clothes and left the room.

"Princess? It's so late, where are you going?" The steward saw her coming out, and was slightly taken aback.

"Where is Dongfang Aoshi?" Wen Rou asked.

"My lord is in the study..." the steward replied blankly, for a moment, he couldn't understand the gentle behavior.

Doesn't the concubine hate the prince so much that she doesn't even want to talk to him?

how suddenly...

"I have something to ask him, you can hold the lamp for me." Rourou didn't say much, turned around and walked towards the study.

"Yes." The steward was stunned for a while, and finally came back to his senses, holding the lamp to follow.

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"Princess, you should be mentally prepared. The prince is not in a good mood these days, and the study is a bit messy." The steward knocked on the door and said.

Nodding gently, he suppressed the anger coiling in his chest vigorously.

"Knock knock knock..."

In the long silent night, the knock on the door seemed particularly loud.

The steward knocked for a while, but nothing happened.

"My lord..." the steward said softly.

Still no movement.

"My lord, my lord may be asleep——My lord, are you awake?"

Halfway through the steward's speech, the door suddenly opened.

Dongfang Aoshi stood there, his eyes a little hazy.

A strong smell of alcohol came to the nostrils.

Wenrou couldn't help frowning: he drank again?

Dongfang Aoshi looked at Wenrou directly, pretending that the manager didn't exist.

Gentle was numb in his scalp, subconsciously took a step back.

Too flustered, disordered footsteps.

Wen Rou sprained her foot, and she fell backwards.

An arm stretched out quickly, wrapping around her waist.

Tenderness is embraced into a hard chest mixed with the smell of wine.

Dongfang Aoshi took a breath greedily, ready to be pushed away.

What surprised him was that Wen Rou didn't push him away, and leaned on him submissively.

Is she willing to forgive herself?

Dongfang Aoshi swallowed, his throat was hot, and he couldn't help but hug her tightly.

"Are you okay? Did you hit something?" His voice was very hoarse, as if he had been dry for half a month without moisture.

"Go in first, I have something to tell you." Rourou didn't push away, the voice came from his chest.

"It's messy, change the place." Dongfang Aoshi said, his voice tense.

Nod gently.

Dongfang Aoshi lowered his eyes, took a deep look at her, and picked her up by the waist.

Wen Rou resisted subconsciously, remembering her purpose of coming today, she didn't move.

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Yaohua fell asleep in the tender room, it was impossible for them to pass by.

Dongfang Aoshi went to the next room with tenderness in his arms.

The manager dismissed everyone wisely and left the truth to them.

Dongfang Aoshi wasn't sure if Wenrou really forgave him, or if he didn't push himself away because he was tired.

As soon as you enter the door, you put people down.

He didn't dare to hold her for too long, for fear that she would be too emotional.

With her back turned to him, Rou Rou stood for a while before closing the door.

Turning around, Dongfang Aoshi stood within a short distance, looking straight at her, with deep and shining black eyes.The only person who can contact Huangfu Hao is Shen Daijun.

And Shen Daijun, now being detained by Dongfang Aoshi...

She had to think of a way to let Dongfang Aoshi release Shen Daijun.

Gentle took a deep breath and made a big decision.

He put on some clothes and left the room.

"Princess? It's so late, where are you going?" The steward saw her coming out, and was slightly taken aback.

"Where is Dongfang Aoshi?" Wen Rou asked.

"My lord is in the study..." the steward replied blankly, for a moment, he couldn't understand the gentle behavior.

Doesn't the concubine hate the prince so much that she doesn't even want to talk to him?

how suddenly...

"I have something to ask him, you can hold the lamp for me." Rourou didn't say much, turned around and walked towards the study.

"Yes." The steward was stunned for a while, and finally came back to his senses, holding the lamp to follow.

********************************************************************* ***********

"Princess, you should be mentally prepared. The prince is not in a good mood these days, and the study is a bit messy." The steward knocked on the door and said.

Nodding gently, he suppressed the anger coiling in his chest vigorously.

"Knock knock knock..."

In the long silent night, the knock on the door seemed particularly loud.

The steward knocked for a while, but nothing happened.

"My lord..." the steward said softly.

Still no movement.

"My lord, my lord may be asleep——My lord, are you awake?"

Halfway through the steward's speech, the door suddenly opened.

Dongfang Aoshi stood there, his eyes a little hazy.

A strong smell of alcohol came to the nostrils.

Wenrou couldn't help frowning: he drank again?

Dongfang Aoshi looked at Wenrou directly, pretending that the manager didn't exist.

Gentle was numb in his scalp, subconsciously took a step back.

Too flustered, disordered footsteps.

Wen Rou sprained her foot, and she fell backwards.

An arm stretched out quickly, wrapping around her waist.

Tenderness is embraced into a hard chest mixed with the smell of wine.

Dongfang Aoshi took a breath greedily, ready to be pushed away.

What surprised him was that Wen Rou didn't push him away, and leaned on him submissively.

Is she willing to forgive herself?

Dongfang Aoshi swallowed, his throat was hot, and he couldn't help but hug her tightly.

"Are you okay? Did you hit something?" His voice was very hoarse, as if he had been dry for half a month without moisture.

"Go in first, I have something to tell you." Rourou didn't push away, the voice came from his chest.

"It's messy, change the place." Dongfang Aoshi said, his voice tense.

Nod gently.

Dongfang Aoshi lowered his eyes, took a deep look at her, and picked her up by the waist.

Wen Rou resisted subconsciously, remembering her purpose of coming today, she didn't move.

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

Yaohua fell asleep in the tender room, it was impossible for them to pass by.

Dongfang Aoshi went to the next room with tenderness in his arms.

The manager dismissed everyone wisely and left the truth to them.

Dongfang Aoshi wasn't sure if Wenrou really forgave him, or if he didn't push himself away because he was tired.

As soon as you enter the door, you put people down.

He didn't dare to hold her for too long, for fear that she would be too emotional.

With her back turned to him, Rou Rou stood for a while before closing the door.

Turning around, Dongfang Aoshi stood within a short distance, looking straight at her, with deep and shining black eyes.