The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

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.

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

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.

good to be moved, thus she would not leave him. He wanted to tie this little girl to his side forever, win her heart and let her never run away. Pulling her hand away, placing them on top of her head, and kissing her softly, he liked her being in his arms obediently, being kissed by him like this, and actively responding to him. He pressed his finger through her

Steele asked, catching the gap, "Alan, did you find someone to delete those posts on the Internet." He took a bite of her lips because of her distraction. Olive Steele sighed with pain, "It hurts." "Then concentrate." "I just ask." "no need! Little idiot." How could he let those boring posts exist? Do

so many questions." Alan Hoyle shut her questioning mouth punitively. "Little fairy, call my name." "Alan..." "Good." He kissed her again rewardingly. He really liked hearing his name from her