The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

"I don't remember, the only thing that I can remember is that I've met him once before, so I have some impression about it."

Fine, it's a little difficult to ask a five-year-old child something specific.

"Do grandpa and grandma know it?"

Annie shook her head. "I didn't show them."

"Do you like Dad?" Olive can feel that her daughter liked to fight against Alan. She didn't know if this was a way for a child to attract adults' attention, or she had been somewhat repellent of the sudden appearance of her biological father.

"I don't know," Annie replied calmly, like an adult.

For her daughter's sake compared to her age made Olive inevitably worried about it. She was an innocent age, but she was calm and thorough. Even an adult may not be able to keep secrets without saying a word. She was five years old. The child learned to bury her real thoughts, and a child so eager for her father's love used such an understatement to describe her mood after seeing her father. Olive did not know whether such a character was good or bad.

"Remember that Mommy told you that Dad loves you because he didn't know you existed, he didn't come to see you for so many years, so Annie, don't hate Dad? He loves you very much ."

"Okay, because of you, I don't hate him. But, I don't want to call him dad now." The little girl's eyes turned, and her smile was cunning.

Olive used to think that her daughter and Alan were not very similar, but now she found that when the two were planning something, both of them would show it on the faces.

"When will you call him dad?" Olive reached out and hugged her daughter, resting her on her chest, her small head arched her, furry, with the smell of the baby's milk.

"I have to test him, so I don't want him to have a daughter so easily, Mommy, you always tell me, people won't cherish what is too easy to get?"

Olive kissed the face of her daughter, "He loves you very much."

"Mommy, if you are with him, would your love for Annie be less?" After all, the father's love was belated, and she's worried that the mother's love would leave too.

most. Only mommy loves you before, and now

sharply, "No, I also have grandparents, Olive mommy,

people's love; you must be a happy child." Olive was very pleased with her daughter's ability to perceive love. They were talking on the bed early in the morning. The voice passed through the door, being heard by Mrs. Steele, who got up early in the living room, unclear but

She knocked on the door and went in, laughing, "My baby

to bed early and

Steele patted her little butt across the quilt, "Then are you up? Come on, grandma dresses you and lets your mum sleep more."

for their daughter's busy work and fatigue made the gentle old couple do most of the housework, including the care

parents. If it were not for their help, she wouldn't raise

Mrs. Steele, and the bedroom calmed down. Olive looked up at smallpox with her eyes open; she's sleepless. In the living room, Annie's giggling was flying around. Mr. Steele also got up, coughing as

"Be quiet, Mommy Olive and Mommy Chloe are still sleeping."

her voice obediently, followed Grandpa to brush her teeth and

up, Mrs. Steele's breakfast was ready. "Why don't you sleep longer?" Mrs. Steele asked when she

took two omelets, and hurriedly swallowed it. Mrs. Steele poured her a glass of milk

"Annie, have you eaten breakfast yet? It's time to

full. I had two egg rolls, a small bun, and a cup of cereal. Mommy, I'm a good

Olive nodded and smiled,

guy took the initiative to pick up the small schoolbag and said goodbye to her grandparents when she went out.

time, an unexpected guest

morning, Alan heard the doorbell ringing. In

are you here?"

kind of woman she is, this woman makes my elder brother obsessed her with irrationality, so I'm curious that what kind of charm she has, she can make you have been persistent for so many

was Alan's younger brother, Aoba

Aoba Hoyle had a more feminine feeling, which may be

"Aoba, it's my business; you'd better not to interfere like

I just came to see her, and I won't hurt her. What are you nervous about? Open the door first. I come here to see my sister-in-law, but you let me stand here for a long time. It's too impolite. Okay. It’s sad to be your