The Innocent Wife of Scheming President novel Chapter 222

"I don't remember, the only thing that I can remember is that I've met him once before, so I have some impression about it."

Fine, it's a little difficult to ask a five-year-old child something specific.

"Do grandpa and grandma know it?"

Annie shook her head. "I didn't show them."

"Do you like Dad?" Olive can feel that her daughter liked to fight against Alan. She didn't know if this was a way for a child to attract adults' attention, or she had been somewhat repellent of the sudden appearance of her biological father.

"I don't know," Annie replied calmly, like an adult.

For her daughter's sake compared to her age made Olive inevitably worried about it. She was an innocent age, but she was calm and thorough. Even an adult may not be able to keep secrets without saying a word. She was five years old. The child learned to bury her real thoughts, and a child so eager for her father's love used such an understatement to describe her mood after seeing her father. Olive did not know whether such a character was good or bad.

"Remember that Mommy told you that Dad loves you because he didn't know you existed, he didn't come to see you for so many years, so Annie, don't hate Dad? He loves you very much ."

"Okay, because of you, I don't hate him. But, I don't want to call him dad now." The little girl's eyes turned, and her smile was cunning.

Olive used to think that her daughter and Alan were not very similar, but now she found that when the two were planning something, both of them would show it on the faces.

"When will you call him dad?" Olive reached out and hugged her daughter, resting her on her chest, her small head arched her, furry, with the smell of the baby's milk.

"I have to test him, so I don't want him to have a daughter so easily, Mommy, you always tell me, people won't cherish what is too easy to get?"

Olive kissed the face of her daughter, "He loves you very much."

"Mommy, if you are with him, would your love for Annie be less?" After all, the father's love was belated, and she's worried that the mother's love would leave too.

Olive rubbed her little head and smiled, "What are you thinking about? Of course, not, mom loves you the most. Only mommy loves you before, and now your father loves you too, that is, double love, there will only be more, not less, isn't it?" Olive comforted her.

The little girl looked up sharply, "No, I also have grandparents, Olive mommy, and godfather, you all love me."

"That's right; Annie has so many people's love; you must be a happy child." Olive was very pleased with her daughter's ability to perceive love. They were talking on the bed early in the morning. The voice passed through the door, being heard by Mrs. Steele, who got up early in the living room, unclear but warm.

She knocked on the door and went in, laughing, "My baby granddaughter wakes up!"

Annie poked her head out of the quilt, "Grandpa said, go to bed early and get up early, you will get a good health."

Mrs. Steele patted her little butt across the quilt, "Then are you up? Come on, grandma dresses you and lets your mum sleep more."

The pity for their daughter's busy work and fatigue made the gentle old couple do most of the housework, including the care to Annie.

Olive felt fortunate that she had a pair of enlightened parents. If it were not for their help, she wouldn't raise Annie so smoothly by herself.

Annie was hugged out by Mrs. Steele, and the bedroom calmed down. Olive looked up at smallpox with her eyes open; she's sleepless. In the living room, Annie's giggling was flying around. Mr. Steele also got up, coughing as the usual morning.

Mrs. Steele chased Annie, "Be quiet, Mommy Olive and Mommy Chloe are still sleeping."

Annie lowered her voice obediently, followed Grandpa to brush her teeth and wash her face in the bathroom.

When Olive got up, Mrs. Steele's breakfast was ready. "Why don't you sleep longer?" Mrs. Steele asked when she saw Olive.

"Dad, Mom, I have to go to work." Olive took two omelets, and hurriedly swallowed it. Mrs. Steele poured her a glass of milk and let her drink it. "Slow down."

Alan was slightly disgruntled, "What?"

"I mean, sister-in-law, she went out early in the morning? Or, in such a big house, where you live alone, you haven't been able to be with her successfully?" Aoba Hoyle leaned in front of his brother and smiled ambiguously.

Alan didn't answer his question, only glanced at him lightly, "How did you come here?"

"Didn't I answer you just now? Brother, are you old, or you don't care about me at all? You forget my words in a few minutes." Aoba Hoyle was slightly displeased, but he asked again, "Where's she?"

"Not here," Alan said lightly.

"So where? Don't you spend a lot of effort just for her? Why didn't you tie her around? Isn't it lonely to live in such a big house alone? How about I stay here with you?" Aoba said playfully.

"Fuck off," Alan replied. This was to be a love nest with his woman in Luo city. Alan didn't want to let irrelevant people get in the way here, even if it was his younger brother. Alan can book a room at the hotel or buy a suite or buy a whole house for Aoba. Anyway, Alan wouldn’t let Aoba stay here.

Alan whined, "Brother, am I really your younger brother?"

"How is mom recently?" Alan suddenly changed the subject.

"She is so angry. You know, she can't endure too much stimulation just after the operation. What you did just like blowing her hard with a hammer. She lay in bed for three days before going to the ground."

"Mom's willpower is stronger than our imagination."

"I agree with this point." In the end, the brothers had a very high degree of recognition of their mother. In the end, Aoba asked the doubts in his heart for many days. "Brother, what happened to our family is related to the Meyer family? "