Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

Wen Wan is proficient in dressing up and dressing up.

Take care of the prince?

Forget it, she can't even take care of her own food and daily life.

What's more, even if Wen Wan can take care of others, the prince may not be willing to let her take care of her.

As for tenderness... let alone.

When the prince is sick, the happiest person is probably gentle.

Ugh……

Tian Jin sighed for a long time, he really didn't know what the prince was thinking.

"Sigh and go back to your own room, don't be an eyesore here." Dongfang Aoshi said coldly.

Tian Jin: "..."

"What are you still doing?"

"Then... my lord, my subordinates are going to rest first, and you should also rest earlier."

"Crap."

Tian Jin left.

Dongfang Aoshi raised his eyes, turned his head to look at the room, then looked at the small lake in the yard, walked over...

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Tenderness is awakened.

After being taken into the palace, she never had a good night's sleep.

For some reason yesterday, I slept very soundly——

Except at the beginning, dreaming of Dongfang Aoshi was a bit unpleasant, yesterday was the best night for Wenrou to sleep.

As a result, a good dream was abruptly interrupted by the continuous noisy voice.

Rourou hugged the quilt and sat up, her face a bit ugly.

Being woken up early in the morning, no one would have a good face.

Looking around the next four.

Fangfang, Ziyan, Hanhui, and Yuling, the four maids, were waiting by the bed with toiletries in their hands.

As soon as Wen Rou woke up, she immediately stepped forward to serve her.

Qiu Han, Xiaoyu, Mo Mo, and Yingchun were preparing her breakfast at the round table.

Everything looks exactly the same.

The only difference is that the steward is not there.

In the corridor outside, many servants were running back and forth, not knowing what they were busy with.

This situation has never happened before.

Wenrou couldn't help but asked curiously, "What happened outside?"

"Princess, it's the prince." Zi Yan replied respectfully.

After yesterday's banquet, the prince had already confessed that from now on, he was not allowed to be called Second Miss Wen Rou, but to be called Wang Concubine, lest Huangfu Hao see the clue.

"Don't call me princess, I'm not your princess." Rourou rejected this title, her face was ugly, "What's wrong with Dongfang Aoshi? Is he dead?"

If true, that would be great!

The servant girl was startled, quickly covered her tender mouth, and looked left and right nervously.

He let out a long sigh of relief when he found no one else heard him.

"Princess, how can you curse the prince to die?"

"Why not? He's that kind of person!" Rourou snorted coldly, with very obvious disdain, wishing Dongfang Aoshi would die sooner.

When he died, he was free.

"Princess, don't say such things again. If the prince or others hear it, the life of the princess will inevitably be sad again."

Rou Rou originally wanted to refute, but thinking that Huangfu Hao was still in the palace, she was afraid of hurting him, so she gritted her teeth and endured it.

"If you don't say it, you won't say it." Rourou put on her clothes and got up, and went to have breakfast.

*******************Special dividing line for Dongfang Aoshi************************** ***********

After the servant girl reminded her, Ruan originally planned to ignore it.

What happened to Dongfang Aoshi had nothing to do with her.