The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

"Woman, where are you?"

"Go ahead fifty meters, at the T-junction, turn right and go straight thirty meters, upstairs, let’s barbecue."

"Do you know what I want to eat most now?"

"Me." Chloe Malan answered self-knowingly.

"So you know that too." Aoba Hoyle hummed.

Aoba Hoyle found her. She was busy. The table was piled with large trays of various meats and vegetables, and bundles of cold beer.

"You are not afraid of gaining weight?" Women all cared about their figures, especially those women who went on stage to perform like her paid more attention to their appearance.

"You disdain me?" Chloe Malan looked at him with squinting eyes.

"I'm glad you can get fat. If you become uglier, no one will come to grab you." He was always swayed by considerations of gain and loss.

"Go away."

"I am not a ball, I can't roll."

They were full to eat and drink.

Chloe Malan dragged him to wander aimlessly in the streets. She said it can promote digestion and avoid retention

experience to

walking and playing tricks to lean on his back, the feeling of being relied

in front of her, "Come on."

her hands around his

on his back, her head drooping on his neck, and the even breath

a room at the front

face, a few strands of hair clinging to it,

her head, "Babe, wake up."

daze, opened her eyes, and saw herself

in the mirror was lazy, charming, and

"Where is it?" she

allows you to release your desire." He teased her again.

hard that he grinned in

are you a

him go contentedly, admiring the

were a vampire, I really

Hoyle

to the ground, he quickly turned around and caught her waist, pushed her against the wall, and put his palm into her clothes,

mark on his neck was so deep, and there was a trace of blood oozing out of his skin.

his lips, "Don't hurry. There is a camera!"

and glanced at the top of his head. In this moment, Chloe Malan cleverly rolled

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