Agni Group: Good Morning Black Boss

"Get out...Are you deaf? I tell you to get out..." Rourou and wrath struggled, trying to get rid of it, but there was no strength at all.

The body was touched from head to toe.

In front of so many servant girls!

Even though she was covered with a quilt and couldn't see anything at all, Gentle still felt embarrassed and humiliated!

I was very angry, angry that I was sick at this time, and I had no ability to resist at all!

"Knock Knock Knock-"

There was a knock on the door.

The servant girl brought the imperial doctor over.

The imperial doctor is a man. Seeing the situation in the room, it is not easy to rush in directly, so he turned his back to him.

Dongfang Aoshi withdrew his hand, "Come in."

"Miss, please stretch out your hand." The imperial doctor came to the bedside, put down the medicine box, and was about to feel Wen Rou's pulse.

Before he could feel his pulse, his wrist was pinched fiercely.

The bones creaked, and the imperial doctor's face turned pale from the pain, and his voice trembled, "Wang, lord..."

The imperial doctor didn't know what he did wrong to receive such treatment.

Dongfang Aoshi narrowed his eyes, "Bring the thread."

"Yes, my lord." The servant girl held the silk thread in both hands and offered it respectfully.

Dongfang proudly raised his eyebrows.

The servant girl understood immediately, and turned to face the imperial doctor.

"..." The imperial doctor, "My lord, I'm not good at learning art, and I'm not very proficient in the matter of Xuansi pulse diagnosis..."

"Come on, drag this trash out and chop it up!" Dongfang Aoshi said coldly.

As soon as the words fell, several guards rushed in at the door, held up the imperial doctor, and were about to drag him away.

When the imperial doctor heard that his head was about to be beheaded, his soul was frightened, he broke free from the guard's control, and knelt down with a "plop--".

"My lord, spare my life! My lord, spare my life! I will do my best to heal the young lady!"

Dongfang Aoshi waved.

The guards retreated.

The imperial doctor let out a long breath, struggled to get up, and began to diagnose Rou Wen's pulse.

On the forehead, there are many beads of sweat.

Looking at this scene tenderly, she didn't feel anything, only that it was ridiculous.

Obviously it was Dongfang Aoshi who tormented himself like this, but now he turned his anger on the doctor, hypocritically, as if the doctor really wanted to chop off people's heads if he didn't cure himself——

Could he be any more hypocritical and disgusting?

Gently and mockingly pulled his lower lip, and sneered silently.

Dongfang Aoshi saw it, and his handsome face sank immediately, "What are you laughing at?"

Don't open your eyes gently, ignore him.

The lower jaw is buckled.

Dongfang Aoshi forced her to turn her head and look at him, "Is this king ridiculous?"

Gentle just sneered and didn't speak.

She didn't bother to pay attention to this perversion.

The more you care about him, the more you push your nose and eyes.

"Speak!" Dongfang Aoshi's voice was cold and his face was ugly.

As the Ninth Prince of Suzaku Kingdom, Dongfang was used to being arrogant and dignified, and no one dared to despise him so much.

The gentle and contemptuous attitude undoubtedly poured a bucket of oil on Dongfang Aoshi's raging anger.

Suddenly tightened his hands!

Wen Rou frowned in pain, her whole body was chilling, her jaw was about to be crushed, and she could even hear the bones shaking.

"pain……"

Pat gently and hard, trying to break free.

Helpless, Dongfang Aoshi's hands were like pliers, tightly bound.

No matter how Gentle scratches, there is no way to escape...

"Let go...you scum..." Gentle panted, cold sweat covered his forehead, his face was so white that it couldn't be whiter than blood had been drained from his whole body.

Everyone in the room lowered their heads, trembling with fear, no one dared to speak out, fearing that Dongfang Aoshi's anger would burn on him.