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

Nodding gently, he suppressed the anger coiling in his chest vigorously.

"Knock knock knock..."

In the long silent night, the knock on the door seemed particularly loud.

The steward knocked for a while, but nothing happened.

"My lord..." the steward said softly.

Still no movement.

"My lord, my lord may be asleep——My lord, are you awake?"

Halfway through the steward's speech, the door suddenly opened.

Dongfang Aoshi stood there, his eyes a little hazy.

A strong smell of alcohol came to the nostrils.

Wenrou couldn't help frowning: he drank again?

Dongfang Aoshi looked at Wenrou directly, pretending that the manager didn't exist.

Gentle was numb in his scalp, subconsciously took a step back.

Too flustered, disordered footsteps.

Wen Rou sprained her foot, and she fell backwards.

An arm stretched out quickly, wrapping around her waist.

Tenderness is embraced into a hard chest mixed with the smell of wine.

Dongfang Aoshi took a breath greedily, ready to be pushed away.

What surprised him was that Wen Rou didn't push him away, and leaned on him submissively.

Is she willing to forgive herself?

Dongfang Aoshi swallowed, his throat was hot, and he couldn't help but hug her tightly.

"Are you okay? Did you hit something?" His voice was very hoarse, as if he had been dry for half a month without moisture.

"Go in first, I have something to tell you." Rourou didn't push away, the voice came from his chest.

"It's messy, change the place." Dongfang Aoshi said, his voice tense.

Nod gently.

Dongfang Aoshi lowered his eyes, took a deep look at her, and picked her up by the waist.

Wen Rou resisted subconsciously, remembering her purpose of coming today, she didn't move.

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Yaohua fell asleep in the tender room, it was impossible for them to pass by.

Dongfang Aoshi went to the next room with tenderness in his arms.

The manager dismissed everyone wisely and left the truth to them.

Dongfang Aoshi wasn't sure if Wenrou really forgave him, or if he didn't push himself away because he was tired.

As soon as you enter the door, you put people down.

He didn't dare to hold her for too long, for fear that she would be too emotional.

With her back turned to him, Rou Rou stood for a while before closing the door.

Turning around, Dongfang Aoshi stood within a short distance, looking straight at her, with deep and shining black eyes.

Neither of them spoke.

The surroundings were quiet, and the sound of breathing and heartbeat could be heard clearly.

Gentlely squeezed her fist, her palm was warm.

On the way here, she had already thought about what to say to Dongfang Aoshi.

But as soon as he stood in front of him, his throat seemed to be pinched by invisible hands, and he couldn't say anything.

Dongfang Aoshi looked at her steadfastly, without saying a word.

The atmosphere is stiff.

Suddenly, Dongfang Aoshi took a step forward.

Wenrou was taken aback, she backed up and pressed her back against the door.

Dongfang Aoshi still didn't say a word, and slowly approached him step by step.

A strong masculine breath, mixed with the smell of wine, rushed over and enveloped her in a circle.

"This king wrote a letter of divorce." Dongfang Aoshi said suddenly.

"What divorce letter?" Wenrou was stunned, for a moment, she didn't understand what Dongfang Aoshi meant.

"This king has already decided to quit Wen Wan."

"Stop Wen Wan? Why?" Unexpectedly hearing this news, Wen Wen was stunned.