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.

him to wander aimlessly in the streets. She said

to wander on the street at midnight with a

on his back, the feeling of being relied on by a woman was

in front

put her hands

Then she fell asleep peacefully on his back, her head drooping on his

room at the

From the elevator wall mirror, he can faintly see her red face, a few strands of hair clinging to it, and her pursed

head, "Babe, wake up."

raised her head in a daze, opened her eyes, and saw herself in the

woman in the mirror was lazy, charming, and enchanting.

is it?" she asked.

"A place which allows you to release your

hard that he grinned in pain.

you

then let him go contentedly, admiring the masterpiece she had

were a vampire,

Hoyle smiled.

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

his neck was so deep, and there was a trace of blood oozing

Chloe Malan giggled, fingers pressed to his lips, "Don't hurry. There is a camera!"

his head and glanced at the top of his head. In this moment, Chloe Malan cleverly rolled over and suppressed him, turning into

"Don't you think that the word