Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

"I haven't seen you in the morning, and my mouth is quite sharp." Dongfang Aoshi snorted coldly.

"...I was always like this." Gentle glanced at him, wanting to get up and sit away.

Helpless, Dongfang Aoshi's hands were like iron tongs, tightly wrapped around his waist, and he couldn't move them away at all.

"Let go! I can't eat like this."

"This king tied your hands up?" Dongfang Aoshi smiled half-smile, and put his big palms on his tender belly, stroking gently.

He was hugging exactly where Huangfu Hao was hugging just now, he was gentle and guilty, his whole body had goosebumps, "Let go..."

Dongfang Aoshi didn't move, he leaned his head on the tender shoulder, and the heat came over, "Is the monthly event coming?"

Menstruation? !

Wen Rou's whole body trembled, and her back felt cold all of a sudden!

She was so preoccupied with finding a way to escape that she completely forgot about her possible pregnancy!

Wen Rou was in a mess, with "buzzing" sounds in her ears.

She tried hard to remember when was the last time she had menstruation.

But my mind went blank and I couldn't think of anything!

Number one?

number two?

number five?

Damn!

What date was it last month?

Wen Rou trembled all over, and was so panicked that she couldn't think of anything.

"Didn't you come this month?" Dongfang Aoshi pressed against her cheek and asked.

"I... don't know..." Wenrou spoke intermittently, still trying to remember when she came last month.

Damn!

In her stomach, there will not be someone who is proud of the East...

No!

Absolutely not!

She will never conceive and give birth to Dongfang Aoshi!

"I don't know?" Dongfang Aoshi frowned, and asked the steward to come in and ask.

"My lord, my concubine's monthly event is NO.15, and it's not long before the end of the month."

"So, no pregnancy?" Dongfang Aoshi frowned when he heard this.

"Yes." The steward nodded, "Yesterday the imperial doctor came to make a diagnosis. If the concubine is pregnant, the imperial doctor will definitely tell me."

Dongfang Aoshi waved his hands impatiently, his mood turned bad all of a sudden.

Rourou has lived in the palace for a while.

Recently, he has been spending the night in Wenrou's room. The two of them are getting better every day. There is still no news about Wenrou's stomach?

Was it Gentle who moved his hands and feet quietly?

Or is it not enough to do it yourself?

Dongfang Aoshi frowned more and more, and called to the steward who came to the door, "Go and call the imperial doctor."

"Yes, my lord." The steward withdrew.

Gentle is inexplicable, doesn't know what Dongfang Aoshi is going to do, and doesn't bother to care about him, so he starts eating.

Dongfang Aoshi didn't speak, and stared straight at her lower abdomen, his black eyes were deep, and he didn't know what was going on in his heart.

In the room, it was very quiet.

Except for the occasional sound of the spoon hitting the bowl in Gentle's hand, there is nothing else...

Time passed slowly.

Five minutes later, the steward came with the imperial doctor.

As soon as he entered the door, the imperial doctor felt Wen Rou's pulse, as if he knew what Dong Fang Ao Shi wanted him to do.

It should be that the steward was on the way and told him the matter.

Diagnosing the pulse.

Dongfang Aoshi's face was congealed, as if he couldn't wait, gentle pregnancy?

Gentle can't sit still, her heart is up and down, and she can't calm down at all.

She was afraid that the imperial doctor would say something like "Congratulations to the lord, the princess is pregnant".

It felt like a dark wind was blowing against the leeward wind, and it was bitingly cold, so that the temperature of her blood kept dropping, and her limbs were already frozen and stiff. "I haven't seen you in the morning, and my mouth is quite sharp." Dongfang Aoshi snorted coldly.

"...I was always like this." Gentle glanced at him, wanting to get up and sit away.

Helpless, Dongfang Aoshi's hands were like iron tongs, tightly wrapped around his waist, and he couldn't move them away at all.

"Let go! I can't eat like this."

"This king tied your hands up?" Dongfang Aoshi smiled half-smile, and put his big palms on his tender belly, stroking gently.

He was hugging exactly where Huangfu Hao was hugging just now, he was gentle and guilty, his whole body had goosebumps, "Let go..."

Dongfang Aoshi didn't move, he leaned his head on the tender shoulder, and the heat came over, "Is the monthly event coming?"

Menstruation? !

Wen Rou's whole body trembled, and her back felt cold all of a sudden!

She was so preoccupied with finding a way to escape that she completely forgot about her possible pregnancy!

Wen Rou was in a mess, with "buzzing" sounds in her ears.

She tried hard to remember when was the last time she had menstruation.

But my mind went blank and I couldn't think of anything!

Number one?

number two?

number five?

Damn!

What date was it last month?

Wen Rou trembled all over, and was so panicked that she couldn't think of anything.

"Didn't you come this month?" Dongfang Aoshi pressed against her cheek and asked.

"I... don't know..." Wenrou spoke intermittently, still trying to remember when she came last month.

Damn!

In her stomach, there will not be someone who is proud of the East...

No!

Absolutely not!

She will never conceive and give birth to Dongfang Aoshi!

"I don't know?" Dongfang Aoshi frowned, and asked the steward to come in and ask.

"My lord, my concubine's monthly event is NO.15, and it's not long before the end of the month."

"So, no pregnancy?" Dongfang Aoshi frowned when he heard this.

"Yes." The steward nodded, "Yesterday the imperial doctor came to make a diagnosis. If the concubine is pregnant, the imperial doctor will definitely tell me."

Dongfang Aoshi waved his hands impatiently, his mood turned bad all of a sudden.

Rourou has lived in the palace for a while.

Recently, he has been spending the night in Wenrou's room. The two of them are getting better every day. There is still no news about Wenrou's stomach?

Was it Gentle who moved his hands and feet quietly?

Or is it not enough to do it yourself?

Dongfang Aoshi frowned more and more, and called to the steward who came to the door, "Go and call the imperial doctor."

"Yes, my lord." The steward withdrew.

Gentle is inexplicable, doesn't know what Dongfang Aoshi is going to do, and doesn't bother to care about him, so he starts eating.

Dongfang Aoshi didn't speak, and stared straight at her lower abdomen, his black eyes were deep, and he didn't know what was going on in his heart.

In the room, it was very quiet.

Except for the occasional sound of the spoon hitting the bowl in Gentle's hand, there is nothing else...

Time passed slowly.

Five minutes later, the steward came with the imperial doctor.

As soon as he entered the door, the imperial doctor felt Wen Rou's pulse, as if he knew what Dong Fang Ao Shi wanted him to do.

It should be that the steward was on the way and told him the matter.

Diagnosing the pulse.

Dongfang Aoshi's face was congealed, as if he couldn't wait, gentle pregnancy?

Gentle can't sit still, her heart is up and down, and she can't calm down at all.

She was afraid that the imperial doctor would say something like "Congratulations to the lord, the princess is pregnant".

It felt like a dark wind was blowing against the leeward wind, and it was bitingly cold, so that the temperature of her blood kept dropping, and her limbs were already frozen and stiff.