Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

"You are hungry and don't ask the servant girl to bring you something. What are you doing with me? Don't tell me, the servant girl won't listen to you." Gentle snorted coldly.

The next second, she suddenly thought of something, Wen Rou suddenly widened her eyes, and looked at Dongfang Aoshi in disbelief.

"you--"

Bastard bastard plus three levels!

He actually took himself to meet Wen Ziye and Huangfu Hao once again!

Gentle and trembling, I dare not imagine that I can keep calm when I see Huangfu Hao again.

"Let go of me!" Rourou struggled like chicken blood, "I don't want to go there!"

"It's up to you?" Dongfang Aoshi pinched her jaw with a cold expression.

"..."

Gentle and stiff back.

In the palace, she really couldn't be left alone.

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Under Dongfang Aoshi's dominance, Rourou finally went with him.

The field is still huge.

There were at least fifty servant girls waiting on the scene.

A table full of dishes, delicious in color and fragrance.

Wen Ziye and Huangfu Hao had already taken their seats.

Wen Ziye's face was quite ugly, and it was obvious that he was very angry.

Wen Wan sat at the side, comforting Wen Ziye with soft words.

Huangfu Hao sat at the side with a calm expression, unable to tell what was going on in his heart.

Wen Rou didn't dare to look at them too much, for fear of being discovered.

"My lord, Miss Yanji."

Seeing them appear, the servant girl immediately pulled away the chair and put the bowls and chopsticks on.

The atmosphere is tense.

Gentle's scalp tingled, and he retreated reflexively.

Dongfang proudly smiled, hugged her slender waist, and sat down.

Rourou was afraid that they would find her flustered, so after serving the table, she focused all her attention on the dishes and stopped looking at Huangfu Hao and the others.

It hasn't officially opened yet.

Most of the table is cold dishes, small points.

After Dongfang Aoshi sat down, the steward immediately ordered the servant girl to open the table.

A whole table was filled with steaming dishes.

Gently and roughly swept it, and found that it was really rich.

There are all kinds of delicacies from mountains and seas.

But most of them are seafood, and it is the lightest way.

Tenderness couldn't help but frowned——

Is it an illusion?

Or are you thinking too much?

All the dishes on the table seem to be her favorite?

Quietly raised his eyes, and took a look at Dongfang Aoshi.

His face remained unchanged, cold and ruthless.

As if aware of the gentle gaze, Dongfang Aoshi turned his head and hummed softly.

In the next second, the gentle chin was buckled.

A playful kiss fell like this.

This beast!

If he doesn't torment himself for a moment, he will feel uncomfortable, right?

Rourou frowned, and just as she raised her hand to resist, Wen Ziye's angry voice suddenly sounded in her ear——

"Oriental pride! What do you mean?"

Rourou's chest jumped, and she quickly hugged Dongfang Aoshi, changing her resistance into intimate catering.

so close!

It almost showed a flaw.

"The East is proud of the world!" Wen Ziye's anger, which had been calmed down by gentleness, soared once again.

Dongfang Aoshi didn't take Wen Ziye seriously at all, and directly hugged Wen Rou to his lap, making a more intimate move.

Wen Ziye couldn't bear it anymore, slapped the table and stood up, trembling with anger.

Seeing that, he was about to rush up and fight Dongfang Aoshi desperately.

Wen Wan hurriedly pulled Wen Ziye back, "Father, calm down, don't be angry, the prince has no choice but to do this."