The Innocent Wife of Scheming President novel Chapter 300

The tissues were thrown on the desk, and suddenly Olive wanted to see the man. As soon as the thought appeared, she quickly stood up and went downstairs. But when she drove the car out of the hotel, she found that she couldn't clearly know where he was at the moment, so she had to call him, "Where are you now?" "What's wrong?" Alan Hoyle heard her voice dull. "Have a cold?" "No, where are you." Alan Hoyle laughed when he heard her so coquettish voice, "Mrs. Hoyle, do you want to inspect me?"

"Yeah, so you can tell me honestly now." "I just played a game with a client and I was sweating. I want to go back and change clothes. I will be home in a few minutes and then pick you up later. okay?" "Okay!" The person who said ‘okay’ was rushing to the villa. JAlan Hoyle took a shower, with a bath towel around his waist, he wiped his wet hair with a dry towel, walked out of the bathroom barefoot, and then bumped against a body which suddenly hugged him tightly. Looking down at the woman in his arms, her eyebrows were still wet, it was obviously a sign of crying, and thus he was taken aback.

"Who bullied you? So miserably." Alan Hoyle turned to the bathroom and twisted a warm wet towel, gently wiping her face. Olive Steele pouted, "It's you." He was all to blame, a man should be so sensational. "Me?" Alan Hoyle laughed dumbly, threw the towel in his hand, and hugged her up. "If you don't tell me, I will forget. I haven't bullied you for many days. Since you were automatically delivered today, I have to ask for some benefits!"

If in the past, the woman in his arms would have to dodge a few times, but today, she took the initiative to hook his neck and actively kiss him, and whispered, "Alan..." the word made his whole body tremble, and he hardly became self-sufficient. His girl ran over crying and said that he had bullied her, he probably knew what was going on without guessing.

When they calmed down, she lay on his body, drew her fingers in circles, closed her eyes and asked lazily, "Alan, is there any more blogs?" She always felt that it was more than that. Alan stroked the top of her hair with a big palm, "the little idiot becomes smart." "I am not a little idiot, you are a big idiot. Only big idiots can write such sensational things." Olive Steele poked him a few times in the chest.

This person was really thick-skinned. "Moved?" Alan Hoyle lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead. "No." "double-faced guy, who just cried pitifully and ran over and hugged me." Olive Steele pouted, "You keep blogging?" "you little idiot really asks such an idiot question." Was it necessary to ask such an obvious thing? "I don't think you are someone who likes to write blogs." "There are many things you don't know, and you will slowly discover the benefits of your husband in the future, so you can enjoy it for the rest of your life." Olive Steele reached out and pinched his face, "Why are you so thick-skinned, I will measure it to see how many inches it is."