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.

mom loves you the most. Only mommy loves you before, and now your father loves you too, that is, double love, there will only be more, not less, isn't it?" Olive comforted

The little girl looked up sharply, "No, I also have grandparents, Olive mommy, and

right; Annie has so many 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

and went in,

her head out of the quilt, "Grandpa said, go to bed early

are you up? Come on, grandma dresses you

daughter's busy work and fatigue made the gentle old couple do most of the housework, including the care to Annie.

If it were not for their

out by 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

Mommy Olive

her teeth and wash her face in the bathroom.

don't you sleep longer?" Mrs. Steele asked when

hurriedly swallowed it. Mrs. Steele poured her a glass of milk and let her drink it.

Olive asked again, "Annie, have you eaten breakfast yet? It's time to go

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

Olive nodded and smiled,

the small schoolbag and said goodbye to her grandparents when she

same time, an

Early in the morning, Alan heard the doorbell ringing. In the self-viewing intercom, he saw a familiar

"Why are you here?"

irrationality, so I'm curious that what kind of charm she has, she can make you

This person was Alan's younger brother,

of being brothers, the two had similar figures, and the face contours were similar, except that Alan was more resolute, and Aoba Hoyle had a more feminine feeling, which may be related to the profession he

warned, "Aoba, it's my business; you'd better

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