Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

After an unknown amount of time, Dongfang Aoshi finally moved.

He stood up slowly, straightened his clothes, and sat down again. He didn't look embarrassed at all, but showed a natural domineering, "Come on."

"Yes, my lord." The steward opened the door and came in.

Seeing the mess in the room, Dongfang Aoshi didn't even need to explain it, he just ordered the maid to clean it up and put a new table of dishes on it.

"ah--"

The door is closed.

In the room, there were only Dongfang Aoshi and Wenrou left.

Dongfang Aoshi took a deep look at Wen Rou, and said in a low voice, "Come here."

Gentle did not move.

I can't move either.

Her legs were already numb, as if they were not her own.

Otherwise, when the steward came in just now, she would have already run away, how could she still be staying here?

"Don't let me repeat it for the third time, come here." Dongfang Aoshi's face was dark and he got angry.

gentle:"……"

Dongfang Aoshi sat there with a dark complexion, repressed before the storm.

The two just sat on one side like this, and neither of them moved.

Time, passing by...

In the end, it was Dongfang Aoshi who didn't hold his breath and went over to pull him over.

Gentle and dazed, he was half-forced to the table.

Still sticking like a statue, there was no reaction at all.

"Why? I still want this king to invite you to sit down?" Dongfang Aoshi's eyes turned cold, and his voice cut through the air like a whip.

Gentle came back to her senses, "When are you leaving the palace?"

There is no way for Wen Rou to stay here any longer.

She was scared and had to leave!

Dongfang Aoshi didn't answer, and with his deep black eyes, he glanced lightly at the empty bowl in front of him.

How could Rou not understand what he meant?

The bastard Dongfang Aoshi must want to serve him again!

This time, Wenrou is not so stupid anymore, she will be wronged and seek perfection, Dongfang Aoshi will do what she says, obediently let him pinch and rub it all over.

"When are you leaving the palace?" Gentle asked.

Dongfang Aoshi's eyes turned cold again, but he refused to answer Gentleness positively.

"Did you leave after lunch?" She insisted, wanting to get an answer.

"It depends on the mood of this king." Dongfang Aoshi finally spoke.

In other words, the initiative is still in the hands of Dongfang Aoshi.

Even if she serves Dongfang Aoshi obediently, if he is not happy, he may still regret it.

Gentle does not accept such unequal conditions and continues to be a statue.

Wenrou didn't move, and Dongfang Aoshi was not in a hurry.

Just sit there quietly, waiting.

The handsome and profound facial features are three-dimensional in the light.

The black eyes are deep, deep in the eyes, there seems to be something flickering, and the cool lips are hooked coldly, adding a strong evil charm.

Time keeps passing...

In the beginning, Wen Rou was very persistent and refused to compromise.

His expression was quite calm.

But as time went by, the gentle mood obviously began to fluctuate, became unable to calm down, and became frizzy.

His eyes looked left and right nervously, as if there was a ghost coming out of any corner at any moment.

But Dongfang Aoshi still sat expressionlessly, not moving at all.

Seeing, time is passing by like this, and it is getting closer and closer to night...

Rourou finally couldn't hold back anymore, and she took the initiative to speak, "Are you going to leave the palace after this meal?"

Dongfang Aoshi didn't speak, just raised his eyes and looked at her indifferently.