Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

In my heart, I was almost suffocated.

On the surface, she still had the same low-browed and pleasing appearance, smiling sweetly at Dongfang Aoshi without showing any emotion.

Continue to smile flatteringly.

Dongfang Aoshi raised his eyebrows, his eyes were playful, "Just now you want to leave?"

"No, I didn't really want to leave, I just wanted to test my position in the prince's heart."

"My lord, you don't care about me at all..." Rourou Jiaodi said artificially, almost being disgusted by herself.

But in order to hold back Dongfang Aoshi, he had to go out.

"You are looking for death and life to attract my king's attention?" Dongfang Aoshi curled his lips, seemingly smiling, but exuded a cold breath.

Wenrou's chest trembled, she clenched her fists, tried her best to stabilize, and continued to pretend, "Yeah...but the prince ignored me and asked me to be thrown into the lake..."

While complaining softly, she rubbed against Dongfang Aoshi's arms.

Greasy hands wiped his chest indiscriminately.

Dongfang Aoshi's expensive clothes were instantly crumpled, full of oil marks.

Looking at it gently, the villain smiled triumphantly.

I didn't even realize how close the two bodies were.

Gentleness is almost completely hanging in Dongfang Aoshi's arms.

"So... the king is puzzled."

"That's right, the lord is really confused." Wen Rou Jiao Didi said.

Vomit...it doesn't work.

Rourou's stomach churned for a while, and she was about to vomit.

Quickly Yue Dongfang Aoshi didn't pay attention, turned his head away, retched a few times, and suppressed the nausea.

The lower jaw was grabbed hard!

Dongfang Aoshi's black eyes were cold, "This king makes you feel sick?"

"No..." Ruan wanted to deny it, but her body reacted in the most authentic way, "Ugh..."

This action instantly angered Dongfang Aoshi!

The big palm slid down, clasped the tender neck, and squeezed tightly!

Dongfang Aoshi seemed to be smiling but not smiling, his eyes were strangely dark, "Does it hurt?"

"Pain..." Wen Wen's voice was thin and weak, and she could hardly breathe...

This scumbag!

Are you trying to strangle her...

"Remember, this is what will happen to you if you anger this king." Dongfang Aoshi smiled cruelly, and tightened his palms again.

Wen Rou's entire face turned pale, struggling and breathing the thin air with difficulty...

Dongfang Aoshi snorted coldly and let go.

"Cough cough cough..." Gentle fell to the ground, almost coughing up all her internal organs.

"Next time, if you play tricks on your own, it won't be a short suffocation." Leng Lie gave Wen Rou a look, and Dong Fang Ao Shi left with a flick of his sleeve.

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study.

The decoration is very luxurious, and precious antiques and paintings can be seen everywhere.

On the antique soft couch, Dongfang Aoshi was lying half-recumbent, holding a teacup in his hand, the clothes on his chest were opened, revealing his strong and strong chest.

With dark eyes, looking out the window, there is no expression on his face, and he doesn't know what he is thinking.

The servant girls stood in a team in front of the soft couch, holding the clothes in both hands, and had been waiting for a long time.

However, Dongfang Aoshi did not speak, and no one dared to move.

One quarter of an hour.

Two quarters of an hour.

Three quarters of an hour.

half an hour...

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An hour passed, and still no one dared to speak.

The personal bodyguard and good friend Tian Jin couldn't wait any longer, and took a step forward, "My lord, oil all the clothes, change them."