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."

demon king finally met a nemesis. Aoba Hoyle took a shower and lay on the bed. He was idle and bored. He took his mobile phone and harassed Chloe Malan. He

to pick it up, but the phone rang again and again. Finally, the drowsiness was

word, but she already recognized him. "You don't sleep in the middle of the night! Your nerve!" "Miss you." "You can go crazy in the lunatic asylum." Chloe Malan was in an angry manner. Aoba Hoyle smiled, "I'm going to the lunatic asylum,

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

Hoyle can just call me Peng." "Then Peng, let me send my daughter to kindergarten first, and then I will go to work. Trouble you." "Mrs. Hoyle, don't be so polite. This is what I should do." At the door of the kindergarten, Annie