Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

When Wen Wen passed by, Wen Wan paused, and said in a voice that only two people could hear, "Gentle, you won't be able to be proud for too long! Soon, you will know how sad your life is , how miserable the end will be!"

After finishing speaking, he slammed Gentle hard and left quickly.

Her footsteps were so fast that she accidentally bumped into the dancer while walking, and even kicked her.

Gentle frowned, feeling that there was something in Wen Wan's words.

Recalling just now, Wen Wan had a complicated expression when she heard what had happened before the steward finished speaking.

Could it be... What Wen Wan said is related to this matter?

Suddenly, a hand reached out, grabbed her wrist and pulled it.

Wen Rou fell into a hot embrace.

Dongfang Aoshi narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were sharp, and he was extremely powerful, "What are you thinking?"

"It's nothing." The gentle thought was interrupted, and he broke free from his hand.

Those intimate actions just now were all for Wen Wan to see.

Now that Wen Wan is gone, naturally there is no need to be so close to Dongfang Aoshi.

Pull the distance between the two.

Dongfang Aoshi looked at it, and his face darkened instantly.

The steward hurriedly smoothed things over, "After making such a fuss for a long time, the concubine must be hungry, sit down and have something to eat."

Gentle is indeed hungry.

After taking a look at Dongfang Aoshi, he had no intention of objecting.

So Gentle sat down and ate.

With Wen Wan gone, the atmosphere suddenly seemed much better.

The dishes on the table are all Wen Rou likes to eat, and she is not polite at all.

Halfway through the meal, Rourou suddenly remembered her purpose for coming here.

Putting down the chopsticks, "Dongfang Aoshi, about what I told you a few days ago—"

When Dongfang Aoshi heard that she was going to mention this matter again, his handsome face darkened instantly.

The steward stepped on Wen Rou, signaling her not to stir up trouble again.

Wenrou didn't feel that she was provoking trouble.

She just wanted to explain things clearly.

So, he continued, "Dongfang Aoshi, I really didn't kill your wife and children—"

Stop here.

Because Dongfang Aoshi left.

His footsteps were fast, just as Wen Wen stood up, Dongfang Aoshi was gone.

gentle:"……"

Why, Dongfang Aoshi can't calm down and listen to himself?

She really wasn't the one he wanted revenge on.

Gentle can understand Dongfang Aoshi's grief at losing his wife and children.

But it's not a problem for him to imprison himself like this.

It's better to talk about it and have a good time, isn't it?

It's better than torturing myself when nothing happens, always reminding my wife and children that "gentleness" killed me, and it hurts me every time I mention it.

Gentle and frustrated, he put down his chopsticks, even if the table was full of delicacies, he didn't feel like eating them.

"Why did the second miss stop? Is the food not to your liking? The subordinate immediately asked the kitchen to restart..." The steward stepped forward.

"No need, I don't have an appetite, I'm going back." Failure again, the gentle mood really hit rock bottom.

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With a heavy heart, her gentle steps seemed extraordinarily slow.

After walking for almost 10 minutes, the distance was less than 500 meters.

Gently moaning—

After returning without success twice in a row, Gentle's confidence has already collapsed a bit.

At first, she was full of confidence and felt that she could explain clearly to Dongfang Aoshi.