HAPPY MOMMY HAPPY DADDY NOVEL novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150 She Was a Husband-In-Charge

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” the man on the other side of the line said with a faint smile.

Alora did not expose him.

She changed into a comfortable position and leaned against the seat of the car. “I see that many people on the Internet are praising you for being a good match for me.”

“Tell me, who would be so kind to invest in the Internet Water Army and buy a hot search for you and me?”

“Is there such a good thing?” the man said in a low voice. “Maybe it’s because you and I are so compatible that others are touched?”

“…” Alora.

“Do you believe this reason?”

“I believe you.”

“Anyway, it’s a good thing that no one said anything bad about you.” Samir smiled faintly.

“Take a good picture of you.”

“OK.”

“Forget it if you don’t want to say it.” Alora took a deep breath.

In fact, she was not stupid and could guess the purpose of the man.

After hanging up the phone, Alora closed her eyes. Previously, she had been unwilling to announce her marriage because she did not want people to think that she had climbed to her current position with her identity as Mr. Rowan.

However, what happened today made her feel that it was not a bad thing to announce it.

At the very least, no one would use her feelings to make an issue again.

In this way, could she concentrate on her work and ignore the messy rumors? Probably because she was too tired from filming in the afternoon, Alora closed her eyes and fell asleep unconsciously.

When she woke up again, the car had already stopped at the door of Rowan family’s villa.

The woman yawned and glanced at the scenery outside the window. “Why are you home?”

Director Cheng had stipulated that everyone had to stay in the hotel set by the crew during filming. She naturally thought that the driver had sent her to the hotel. In the end, he actually sent her directly back to Rowan family’s villa? “Sir has asked for a leave for you.” “You can not stay in the hotel tonight,” the driver in the driver’s seat replied respectfully. Alora frowned. She had just stayed in the hotel for a day, and now she asked for a leave? What the hell?

However, she was not used to staying in the hotel. She was happy to come back and accompany the two little guys.

Thinking of this, the woman put on her coat and got out of the car.

There were no bodyguards at the door of the villa.

She felt that something was wrong and took out her key to open the door.

There was no one in the huge villa. When she hung up the coat, she found a card on the coat rack.

The handwriting on the card was flamboyant and elegant. “Go and open the box on the coffee table.”

Alora pursed his lips, walked to the coffee table, and opened the pink box.

Inside the box was a photo of Alora from childhood to adulthood.

One photo a year, and there were twenty-four photos. Behind each one, there was a man’s flamboyant handwriting.

“You were a little ugly when you were a child.”

“So you were so stupid when you were a child.” “Fortunately, you have grown up now.” In front of him, behind almost every picture, was his merciless ridicule.

Until

Until the picture of her when she was eighteen years old.

It was written behind: If only I had met you this year.

Alora’s hand holding the picture trembled slightly.

The year she was eighteen was the darkest year of her life.

That year, she found out that she was not Van family’s biological daughter.

That year, she was coaxed by Celia to replace others and make money to run for Truett’s future.

Now, a man told her that it would be good if he knew her when she was nineteen years old.

Alora closed her eyes, tears silently falling.

Even she did not know why she was crying.

If she had known Samir when she was eighteen, would she not be like this now?

The woman sniffed and continued to look at the next photo.

“You look a lot more haggard.” “I feel sorry for you.” “You won’t always be a substitute actor.” “Endure it a little longer. You will meet me soon.”

The last photo was a photo of her at the awards ceremony not long ago.

The words behind the photo were: “Go upstairs. I have something to say to you.”

His big hand was pulled by her and stopped at the back of her head. He gently rubbed it. “Better?”

“En!”

Alora closed her eyes and enjoyed his service.

Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something and asked him, “What did I just hit when it hurt so much?”.

“My head.” The man rubbed her head without stopping.

“…” Alora.

“Don’t you feel pain?” she asked, turning to look at him.

The man pulled her head back and continued to massage the back of her head. “It doesn’t hurt,” he said. “You’re lying. How can it not hurt?” “Yes, that is pain.” “Then you should rub it for yourself. Don’t always rub me.” “No need.”

The man’s voice was still faint. “I am smarter.” “What about you? You’re already very stupid.” “What if you bump into something even more stupid?” Alora, “…”

This man was clearly concerned about her, but why did he make her angry?

Just as she was feeling indignant, all the lights in the room were turned off.

The projector projected an image on the clean wall in front of her.

The image was a press conference.

The handsome and handsome man sat in the main seat and said lightly, “Alora is my wife.”

“Today, everyone saw the video. I took the initiative to act as a kissing substitute for others.”

“I am a person with strong possessiveness. I can’t bear to see other male actors kiss my wife.”

“I saw that many people on the Internet said that her kissing skills are not good.” “As the only one who has experienced her kissing skills, I can tell everyone that her kissing skills are very

good.”

“However, other than me, no one else has the fortune to enjoy it. Even if it’s filming, it won’t do.”

The man looked at the camera solemnly. “So, I, Samir, hereby declare that my wife doesn’t shoot kissing scenes with other male actors. It doesn’t mean that her ability is not good. It’s because she is a strict husband.”

“But.”

“Mr. Rowan, don’t you think that doing this will affect her career development?” a male reporter stepped forward.

“I don’t think so,” Samir said calmly. “Of course, if it really does affect her, I will solve it for her.” After saying that, the man glanced at the male reporter coldly, his eyes exuding a dangerous aura. “Any other questions?” he asked: