Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

"Go." Dongfang Aoshi rubbed Xiao Yaohua's hair and got up.

The little guy gave him a reluctant look, turned around and entered the room.

Dongfang Aoshi watched him go in, watched Wenrou call a maid, and closed the door...

From the beginning to the end, he didn't make any moves.

Standing there motionless, watching the door slowly close, blocking all sight.

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

Dongfang Aoshi stood there without moving.

He didn't know how long he stood there.

I only know that the sky has changed from dark to dark.

"My lord, tonight, go back and have something to rest." The steward came over to persuade him.

"No need, I don't have much appetite." Dongfang Aoshi shook his head.

It turned out that the steward lied, saying that the little nephew liked gentle craftsmanship, so he persuaded gentle to cook.

Now that the little nephew has come in person, Wen Rou also takes care of her personally, so naturally it is impossible to do more.

Dongfang Aoshi has no interest in anything except gentle things.

"My lord, go back first, it's cold at night."

Dongfang Aoshi nodded, turned and went back to the study.

inside the room.

Gentle nerves have always been tense.

On the surface, he was playing with Yaohua.

The ears are erected high, paying attention to the situation outside.

Hearing the conversation between the steward and Dongfang Aoshi, and the sound of footsteps gradually going away, she let out a long breath and relaxed.

Only then did I realize that I was so nervous that my entire back was soaked in sweat.

Just now, Rourou was really a little afraid that Dongfang Aoshi would insist on staying.

A heart ups and downs.

If Dongfang Aoshi is tough and gentle now, there is nothing he can do about it——

Yaohua is here, Rourou lowers her face and is unhappy, she already startled the child a little, how could she quarrel with Dongfang Aoshi?

Now that Dongfang Aoshi is gone, the tenderly hanging heart finally returned to its original position.

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

"My lord, let's eat something." Even though Dongfang Aoshi said he had no appetite, the steward still brought food over.

Dongfang Aoshi frowned thickly, his face was not good-looking, "I won't eat after I said so."

"My lord, let's eat something. If I don't eat, my body won't be able to bear it. Is my lord still sick?" said the steward.

"Can't understand people's words? This king asked you to withdraw!" Dongfang Aoshi became impatient.

"These are all made by the concubine herself, won't the lord eat them?" Dongfang Aoshi did not expect such a sudden temper, the steward was stunned, and hurried to clean up.

The wrists were clasped.

Dongfang Aoshi's dark eyes stared straight at the steward, "You said, these are done gently?"

"Yes." The steward nodded, with a surprised expression, "Didn't the subordinate just say that?"

Dongfang Aoshi frowned.

Apparently not.

Seeing Dongfang Aoshi's expression, the steward understood, "I'm sorry, it was my subordinate's negligence, and my subordinate should make it clear to the prince."

Dongfang Aoshi didn't speak, and let go.

The steward immediately put the things back and made soup for Dongfang Aoshi.

Dongfang Aoshi glanced at the steward, then lowered his head to eat.

The steward saw that he was finally willing to eat, and a stone in his heart dropped. "Go." Dongfang Aoshi rubbed Xiao Yaohua's hair and got up.

The little guy gave him a reluctant look, turned around and entered the room.

Dongfang Aoshi watched him go in, watched Wenrou call a maid, and closed the door...

From the beginning to the end, he didn't make any moves.

Standing there motionless, watching the door slowly close, blocking all sight.

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

Dongfang Aoshi stood there without moving.

He didn't know how long he stood there.

I only know that the sky has changed from dark to dark.

"My lord, tonight, go back and have something to rest." The steward came over to persuade him.

"No need, I don't have much appetite." Dongfang Aoshi shook his head.

It turned out that the steward lied, saying that the little nephew liked gentle craftsmanship, so he persuaded gentle to cook.

Now that the little nephew has come in person, Wen Rou also takes care of her personally, so naturally it is impossible to do more.

Dongfang Aoshi has no interest in anything except gentle things.

"My lord, go back first, it's cold at night."

Dongfang Aoshi nodded, turned and went back to the study.

inside the room.

Gentle nerves have always been tense.

On the surface, he was playing with Yaohua.

The ears are erected high, paying attention to the situation outside.

Hearing the conversation between the steward and Dongfang Aoshi, and the sound of footsteps gradually going away, she let out a long breath and relaxed.

Only then did I realize that I was so nervous that my entire back was soaked in sweat.

Just now, Rourou was really a little afraid that Dongfang Aoshi would insist on staying.

A heart ups and downs.

If Dongfang Aoshi is tough and gentle now, there is nothing he can do about it——

Yaohua is here, Rourou lowers her face and is unhappy, she already startled the child a little, how could she quarrel with Dongfang Aoshi?

Now that Dongfang Aoshi is gone, the tenderly hanging heart finally returned to its original position.

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

"My lord, let's eat something." Even though Dongfang Aoshi said he had no appetite, the steward still brought food over.

Dongfang Aoshi frowned thickly, his face was not good-looking, "I won't eat after I said so."

"My lord, let's eat something. If I don't eat, my body won't be able to bear it. Is my lord still sick?" said the steward.

"Can't understand people's words? This king asked you to withdraw!" Dongfang Aoshi became impatient.

"These are all made by the concubine herself, won't the lord eat them?" Dongfang Aoshi did not expect such a sudden temper, the steward was stunned, and hurried to clean up.

The wrists were clasped.

Dongfang Aoshi's dark eyes stared straight at the steward, "You said, these are done gently?"

"Yes." The steward nodded, with a surprised expression, "Didn't the subordinate just say that?"

Dongfang Aoshi frowned.

Apparently not.

Seeing Dongfang Aoshi's expression, the steward understood, "I'm sorry, it was my subordinate's negligence, and my subordinate should make it clear to the prince."

Dongfang Aoshi didn't speak, and let go.

The steward immediately put the things back and made soup for Dongfang Aoshi.

Dongfang Aoshi glanced at the steward, then lowered his head to eat.

The steward saw that he was finally willing to eat, and a stone in his heart dropped.