Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

"Entanglement?" Dongfang Aoshi sneered, his gaze as cold as a knife, "Is the prime minister joking? When did this king pester the Wen family?"

"gentle……"

"What evidence does the prime minister have to prove that the second lady was kidnapped by the king?"

"This..." Wen Ziye was stopped by the question.

He really has no proof.

I suspect Dongfang Aoshi because he and Wenrou used to...

"Since the prime minister can't produce evidence, why insist that the second lady was kidnapped by the king?"

"No one else would do that except you..."

"No one but this king would do this? You are sure." Dongfang Aoshi sneered.

"Aoshi, let the past be the past..." Wen Ziye persuaded earnestly, "No matter what happened back then, the Wen family has already married Wen Wan, which can be regarded as compensation for the prince..."

"Does the prime minister have anything else to do? If not, I'm going back to the mansion first." Dongfang Aoshi didn't want to listen to Wen Ziye's nonsense at all, so he got up and left.

"Aoshi...wait!" Only then did Wen Ziye realize the seriousness of the problem, "Gentleness is really, didn't you take it away?"

Could it be that he miscalculated... Wen Rou is really not in the palace?

But gentleness is not in the palace, where is it?

Who is it that took tenderness away?

Wen Ziye was completely dumbfounded for a moment.

"If the prime minister doesn't believe it, he can follow Shi to search the palace."

After leaving these words, Dongfang Aoshi turned and left without looking back.

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"Dongfang Aoshi-Dongfang Aoshi-you come out-you get out of me-why do you shut me up-Dongfang Aoshi--" He yelled softly and loudly, "Bang bang bang-" banged on the door frantically.

At noon, after Dongfang Aoshi left, the steward brought the maid over and removed all the things.

The door was locked from the outside, Wen Rou was alone and locked in the room.

Almost twelve hours had passed, and no one came to talk to her.

Wen Rou was hungry, thirsty, dizzy, and had no strength in her body.

She estimated that she was sick.

How could it be possible not to get sick after being thrown into the mush first and then exposed to the wind in wet clothes for so long?

Gentle lying on the door panting, coughing dryly and uncomfortable.

In my heart, I kept cursing——

Damn Dongfang Aoshi, Wen Ziye's seven daughters, he doesn't look for any trouble, but looks for his own?

No matter how you think about it, Rou Rou can't figure it out, how did she offend Dongfang Aoshi, and let him take revenge on her like this...

And gentle.

Isn't she a gentle sister?

She actually did such a thing as dedicating her own sister to her husband to vent her... desires...

What the hell is going on?

In confusion.

The door slammed and was pushed open roughly.

Wen Rou was caught off guard, and fell hard, her arm was scratched and bleeding, the pain made her frown.

I haven't had time to react yet, what's going on.

His wrist tightened, he was grasped fiercely, and dragged abruptly.

A cold and piercing voice came into my ears——

"Pretending to be dead? Get up!"

It is the pride of the East.

His entire face was black, like the surface of the sea in a storm, and it was terrifyingly gloomy.

"Let go! You pervert!" Gentle struggled, and when she saw Dongfang Aoshi, she remembered what he had done to her, and immediately felt sick to her stomach!