Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

Dongfang Aoshi ran all the way to the scene of the fire.

The scene was a mess, with black charcoal and smoke everywhere.

Everything that can be burned has been burned.

The servants and guards stood there motionless on the third floor and the third floor, watching the endgame before them.

Each of them held a bucket in their hands, with expressions of deep powerlessness and panic.

Dongfang Aoshi didn't have time to pay attention to them, and rushed directly into the scene of fire.

However, the entire courtyard had been burned to the ground, and nothing was left except for the dark wood.

The black pupils were filled with blood in an instant, Dongfang Aoshi clenched his fists tightly and came out, "What's going on?"

"My lord..." The steward was sweating coldly, his arms were almost crushed.

"What's going on!? Why is there a fire? Where is the gentle person?" Dongfang Aoshi roared, with a blood-thirsty expression, as if he could swallow everything.

"My lord... my subordinates are incompetent... my concubine..." There was a tear in the steward's voice.

Dongfang Aoshi's figure flickered, "Pa—", the bottle in his hand fell to the ground.

"What did you say? This king didn't hear clearly." Dongfang Aoshi's face was livid.

The steward looked at him worriedly, gritted his teeth, and said cruelly, "Princess said she was hungry and wanted to eat...my servant went to the kitchen to prepare...as soon as I got to the kitchen, the servant girl came to report that there was a fire...my subordinate I quickly brought people over to fight the fire...but the fire was too big...we didn't have time..."

Dongfang Aoshi's body shook violently again.

"It's too late...it's too late..." Dongfang Aoshi murmured and repeated the manager's words, his deep eyes were like a ghost in the dark night, but his voice was as weak as a gossamer, "Are you kidding me?"

"My lord..." the steward paused, "It's all the fault of the subordinate...the subordinate shouldn't go away...if the subordinate doesn't go away...maybe there's still time to save the concubine...and Yaohua."

The steward became more and more uncomfortable as he talked, tears and rain washed down together.

"I'm sorry! My lord..."

"I'm sorry..." Dongfang Aoshi raised his lower lip coldly, his expression was in a daze, and his body was shaking heavily.

The steward quickly supported him, "My lord! Are you alright?"

"It's okay..." Dongfang Aoshi pulled his lower lip strangely, and spat out a mouthful of blood!

In the next second, he fell backwards and fell into boundless darkness.

"My lord—" the steward screamed.

Dongfang Aoshi has passed out and can't hear anything.

"Quick! Bring the prince in!" The steward shouted.

In a panic, everyone lifted Dongfang Aoshi up and sent him to the courtyard beside him.

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"What's going on?" The palace was on fire, and Wuming was already mentally prepared.

But he never thought that the matter would be so serious——

The courtyard where Wen Wen lived was completely burned to ashes, and there was not a single intact place.

The guards did not speak, and lowered their heads one after another.

Wuming's chest jumped, and an ominous premonition crept up.

"Where's your lord?"

"My lord... vomited blood... passed out." The guard said in a trembling voice, "Now in the wing..."

Wuming immediately turned around and walked towards the wing room.

Only then did the guard notice that he was pulling a person by his hand.

a woman.Dongfang Aoshi ran all the way to the scene of the fire.

The scene was a mess, with black charcoal and smoke everywhere.

Everything that can be burned has been burned.

The servants and guards stood there motionless on the third floor and the third floor, watching the endgame before them.

Each of them held a bucket in their hands, with expressions of deep powerlessness and panic.

Dongfang Aoshi didn't have time to pay attention to them, and rushed directly into the scene of fire.

However, the entire courtyard had been burned to the ground, and nothing was left except for the dark wood.

The black pupils were filled with blood in an instant, Dongfang Aoshi clenched his fists tightly and came out, "What's going on?"

"My lord..." The steward was sweating coldly, his arms were almost crushed.

"What's going on!? Why is there a fire? Where is the gentle person?" Dongfang Aoshi roared, with a blood-thirsty expression, as if he could swallow everything.

"My lord... my subordinates are incompetent... my concubine..." There was a tear in the steward's voice.

Dongfang Aoshi's figure flickered, "Pa—", the bottle in his hand fell to the ground.

"What did you say? This king didn't hear clearly." Dongfang Aoshi's face was livid.

The steward looked at him worriedly, gritted his teeth, and said cruelly, "Princess said she was hungry and wanted to eat...my servant went to the kitchen to prepare...as soon as I got to the kitchen, the servant girl came to report that there was a fire...my subordinate I quickly brought people over to fight the fire...but the fire was too big...we didn't have time..."

Dongfang Aoshi's body shook violently again.

"It's too late...it's too late..." Dongfang Aoshi murmured and repeated the manager's words, his deep eyes were like a ghost in the dark night, but his voice was as weak as a gossamer, "Are you kidding me?"

"My lord..." the steward paused, "It's all the fault of the subordinate...the subordinate shouldn't go away...if the subordinate doesn't go away...maybe there's still time to save the concubine...and Yaohua."

The steward became more and more uncomfortable as he talked, tears and rain washed down together.

"I'm sorry! My lord..."

"I'm sorry..." Dongfang Aoshi raised his lower lip coldly, his expression was in a daze, and his body was shaking heavily.

The steward quickly supported him, "My lord! Are you alright?"

"It's okay..." Dongfang Aoshi pulled his lower lip strangely, and spat out a mouthful of blood!

In the next second, he fell backwards and fell into boundless darkness.

"My lord—" the steward screamed.

Dongfang Aoshi has passed out and can't hear anything.

"Quick! Bring the prince in!" The steward shouted.

In a panic, everyone lifted Dongfang Aoshi up and sent him to the courtyard beside him.

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"What's going on?" The palace was on fire, and Wuming was already mentally prepared.

But he never thought that the matter would be so serious——

The courtyard where Wen Wen lived was completely burned to ashes, and there was not a single intact place.

The guards did not speak, and lowered their heads one after another.

Wuming's chest jumped, and an ominous premonition crept up.

"Where's your lord?"

"My lord... vomited blood... passed out." The guard said in a trembling voice, "Now in the wing..."

Wuming immediately turned around and walked towards the wing room.

Only then did the guard notice that he was pulling a person by his hand.

a woman.