The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

"Then you remind me of her divorce." Aoba Hoyle was puzzled. "I just want to remind you that she hates the rich. Her ex-husband is from the Lynn family in Luo city. Although it is not an aristocratic family, it has its own capital and status in this city. The reason for her divorce is because her ex-husband is fickle in love and her mother-in-law looks down on her family background. Therefore, you will be out of the game by her. She is not a woman who will fall twice in the same place. "Alan Hoyle calmly analyzed.

"She doesn't know my true identity now." "Sooner or later, she will know. Now you are just a well-known painter, and she still refuses to accept you. When she knows that you are the third young master of the Hoyle family, there will be no chance for you.” "Brother, how can you prolong her ambition and destroy my prestige?" He came to find comfort and encouragement, but in the end he was thoroughly refuted. Alan Hoyle said, "I just ask you to recognize reality."

"Huh, I don't believe that I can't make a woman love me." Young Master Aoba Hoyle would act rashly when he felt wronged. "If you are just going to conquer her out of anger, I advise you to dispel this idea as soon as possible, so as not to be stuck at that time." "I don't want to make her detach herself. We can be stuck together." Aoba Hoyle patted his butt and got up. "Brother, thank you. Your words have made me more confident. Tonight, I will live here. Anyway, you have more rooms."

a shower and lay on the bed. He was idle and bored. He took his mobile phone and harassed Chloe Malan. He felt that this woman made him unable to sleep at night, and he also wanted her to feel upset.

didn't want to pick it up, but the phone rang again and again. Finally, the drowsiness was also shaken away, and she held the phone to her ear without seeing who

was in an angry manner. Aoba Hoyle smiled, "I'm going to the lunatic asylum, will you come to see me?" "I will ask the dean to put a

When Aoba Hoyle called again, it cannot get through naturally, and he was so angry that he threw the phone aside, thinking about how to deal with her. Early in the morning, the driver sent by Alan Hoyle drove at the gate of the community. "Mrs. Hoyle, Mr. Hoyle asked me to take you to where you want to go." The driver was about 30 years old and looked honest. She had met him several times, but she never knew his name, so Olive asked. "What should I call

Hoyle, don't be so polite. This is what I should do." At the door of the kindergarten, Annie reminded her, "Mummy, let the uncle don't forget to send me a lunch box." "I see, kid." Olive rubbed her daughter's head. When