Contract New Love: Wang Ye's No. 2 favorite concubine

Dongfang is arrogant and gentle, and the two are on each side, and neither of them speaks.

The maid bowed her head respectfully, as if she hadn't seen anything.

Yaohua looked at Dongfang Aoshi, then at Wenrou, with a puzzled expression, not knowing what charade they were playing.

The scene continued to be quiet.

Gentle stood there, motionless.

After a while, I slowly said, "Thank you."

If it wasn't for Dongfang Aoshiji's arrival, Wen Wan doesn't know what she would have done——

That woman is simply insane.

Dongfang Aoshi was startled, and suddenly raised his head, "Rou'er..."

He thought that Wen Rou was willing to talk to himself, because he had forgiven himself.

However, as soon as she raised her head, Ruan led Yaohua and walked away.

Dongfang Aoshi stood there, looking at the backs of Wen Rou and Yao Hua who were slowly going away.

Suddenly, Dongfang Aoshi's chest twitched and he grasped the gentle wrist.

Unexpectedly, Dongfang Aoshi would make such a movement, Wen Rou's body stiffened, and he struggled subconsciously.

She still...will not forgive him?

Dongfang Aoshi's eyes dimmed, and he let go.

Rourou seemed to be scalded, she retracted her hand, led Yaohua back to the room.

With that hurried appearance, it seemed that Dongfang Aoshi was a ghost.

Dongfang Aoshi felt pain in his chest, which caused him to be ill, and coughed heavily twice.

Wen Rou heard the voice, and her footsteps paused slightly.

Dongfang Aoshi watched expectantly, thinking that Wenrou would turn around.

But in the end, she still didn't turn around, led Yaohua into the room.

Dongfang Aoshi couldn't do anything, he could only watch helplessly as the door closed slowly.

The moment the door closed, it seemed that something was piercing his eyes, and his eyes were sore. Dongfang Aoshi took a deep breath, not wanting the servants to see his embarrassment, so he turned around quickly and left.

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Dongfang Aoshi returned to the study and poured himself another glass of wine.

The imperial doctor confessed that his illness is still not cured, so he must not touch alcohol.

But his chest was oppressed and he needed something to relieve it.

Wine is the best thing.

As long as he was drunk, he wouldn't feel so uncomfortable, his chest seemed to be so oppressed that it was about to explode.

Transparent liquid, cup after cup, poured in.

Stomach feels like something is burning, uncomfortable.

Dongfang Aoshi didn't care about it at all, and kept pouring.

The servant girl couldn't stand it anymore, so she hurried to call for someone.

Soon, the steward came.

Seeing that Dongfang Aoshi was drinking heavily, he hurried over to grab a glass, "My lord, what are you doing? You are not in good health. The imperial doctor said that you must never drink again!"

"Go away!" Dongfang Aoshi didn't listen to the manager's words at all, and continued to drink cup after cup.

"My lord! If you are like this, how can the princess forgive you?" The steward snatched his cup away and let the maid take it away.

"Forgive?" Dongfang Aoshi sneered mistyly, "I did that kind of thing, will she forgive me?"

"Yes." The steward tried to comfort him, "As long as the prince apologizes sincerely, the princess will forgive him, and the princess will have the prince's children."

"So what if you have children?"

"If the concubine really hates the prince so much, why has she never mentioned the matter of not wanting children? If you hate someone, you won't give birth to him." The steward reminded him.