Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

"Would your lord want something to eat?" the steward asked while packing up his things.

Dongfang Aoshi shook his head, expressing that he didn't want to eat it.

"My lord, you haven't eaten for four days. If you continue like this, your body will not be able to take it anymore. This subordinate asks the kitchen to cook some porridge for your lord." The steward was really worried about Dongfang Aoshi's health.

Dongfang Aoshi still shook his head.

"My lord, you should eat something..." the steward continued to persuade.

Dongfang Aoshi frowned impatiently, stopped talking, and leaned there powerlessly, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

I drank too much wine, my stomach felt like something was burning, it was very uncomfortable, and I couldn't vomit...

"Mr. Wuming, look..." The steward couldn't persuade Dongfang Aoshi, so he could only ask Wuming for help.

Wuming glanced at Dongfang Aoshi's thin cheeks, and sighed silently, "My lord."

"En." Dongfang Aoshi leaned there, without even opening his eyes, and waved, "I'm tired and want to rest."

"The concubine made some porridge in the kitchen this morning. Would you like some hot porridge to eat?" Wuming heard from the servants. Rourou ran to the kitchen this morning because they were too busy taking care of Dongfang Aoshi to take care of her breakfast. Only gentleness can cook things by oneself.

When entering the kitchen just now, Wuming noticed that there was indeed porridge on the small table, and it wasn't finished, most of it was left.

Dongfang Aoshi froze slightly, his eyes suddenly opened, and his sharp eyes swept towards the steward.

The steward was startled, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, "My lord?"

"This king is hungry." Dongfang Aoshi said.

"My subordinates immediately asked the kitchen to prepare." The steward didn't understand what Dongfang Aoshi meant, so he turned around and was about to leave.

Wuming hurriedly pulled him back, "Don't bother, Wangfei didn't cook porridge in the morning, just warm it up and serve it to the prince."

"But, that's what's left..." the steward said awkwardly.

The prince is very picky, he never eats leftovers——

The steward has stayed in the palace for so many years, and he has never seen Dongfang Aoshi eat anything for a second.

Only when the former princess has not left, the prince will help to solve the leftovers of the former princess...

Forget it.

So many years have passed, and people are all dead, so it's meaningless to mention it again.

The steward sighed silently.

"It's okay, let the kitchen heat up." Wuming said.

The steward took a look at Dongfang Aoshi, but didn't see the displeasure on Dongfang Aoshi's face, so he nodded and went down.

"I still have some things to deal with, is the prince okay?" Wuming asked.

Dongfang Aoshi waved.

Wuming told the servant girl to watch carefully, and if there is any problem, she should go to the imperial doctor, while she turned and left.

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kitchen.

"Steward, do you really want to bring this porridge to the lord?" the maid asked while holding the bowl.

"Do more and talk less." The steward glanced at her, put the porridge into a bowl, and covered it to prevent it from getting cold.

"Yes." The servant girl knew that she had talked too much, so she quickly reflected.

The steward checked to make sure that everything was ready, and then brought the things over.

When they returned to the room, Dongfang Aoshi fell asleep leaning on him.

The steward didn't dare to disturb him, so he covered Dongfang Aoshi with a blanket, waved his hand, and signaled the maids to step back first, and take the hot porridge back to keep warm first. "Would your lord want something to eat?" the steward asked while packing up his things.

Dongfang Aoshi shook his head, expressing that he didn't want to eat it.

"My lord, you haven't eaten for four days. If you continue like this, your body will not be able to take it anymore. This subordinate asks the kitchen to cook some porridge for your lord." The steward was really worried about Dongfang Aoshi's health.

Dongfang Aoshi still shook his head.

"My lord, you should eat something..." the steward continued to persuade.

Dongfang Aoshi frowned impatiently, stopped talking, and leaned there powerlessly, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

I drank too much wine, my stomach felt like something was burning, it was very uncomfortable, and I couldn't vomit...

"Mr. Wuming, look..." The steward couldn't persuade Dongfang Aoshi, so he could only ask Wuming for help.

Wuming glanced at Dongfang Aoshi's thin cheeks, and sighed silently, "My lord."

"En." Dongfang Aoshi leaned there, without even opening his eyes, and waved, "I'm tired and want to rest."

"The concubine made some porridge in the kitchen this morning. Would you like some hot porridge to eat?" Wuming heard from the servants. Rourou ran to the kitchen this morning because they were too busy taking care of Dongfang Aoshi to take care of her breakfast. Only gentleness can cook things by oneself.

When entering the kitchen just now, Wuming noticed that there was indeed porridge on the small table, and it wasn't finished, most of it was left.

Dongfang Aoshi froze slightly, his eyes suddenly opened, and his sharp eyes swept towards the steward.

The steward was startled, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, "My lord?"

"This king is hungry." Dongfang Aoshi said.

"My subordinates immediately asked the kitchen to prepare." The steward didn't understand what Dongfang Aoshi meant, so he turned around and was about to leave.

Wuming hurriedly pulled him back, "Don't bother, Wangfei didn't cook porridge in the morning, just warm it up and serve it to the prince."

"But, that's what's left..." the steward said awkwardly.

The prince is very picky, he never eats leftovers——

The steward has stayed in the palace for so many years, and he has never seen Dongfang Aoshi eat anything for a second.

Only when the former princess has not left, the prince will help to solve the leftovers of the former princess...

Forget it.

So many years have passed, and people are all dead, so it's meaningless to mention it again.

The steward sighed silently.

"It's okay, let the kitchen heat up." Wuming said.

The steward took a look at Dongfang Aoshi, but didn't see the displeasure on Dongfang Aoshi's face, so he nodded and went down.

"I still have some things to deal with, is the prince okay?" Wuming asked.

Dongfang Aoshi waved.

Wuming told the servant girl to watch carefully, and if there is any problem, she should go to the imperial doctor, while she turned and left.

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

kitchen.

"Steward, do you really want to bring this porridge to the lord?" the maid asked while holding the bowl.

"Do more and talk less." The steward glanced at her, put the porridge into a bowl, and covered it to prevent it from getting cold.

"Yes." The servant girl knew that she had talked too much, so she quickly reflected.

The steward checked to make sure that everything was ready, and then brought the things over.

When they returned to the room, Dongfang Aoshi fell asleep leaning on him.

The steward didn't dare to disturb him, so he covered Dongfang Aoshi with a blanket, waved his hand, and signaled the maids to step back first, and take the hot porridge back to keep warm first.