The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

Alan's face became gloomy with some cold solemnity, "About whether it's off or not, I believe it won't take long for the fact to come out. "

"Brother, what is there that I need to do? "

"Aoba, since you have chosen a path that you like to follow, I do hope that you will not get involved in these disputes. " As for those sins and darkness, Alan wanted to bear them alone. When father died, Aoba was still underage, and had not yet graduated from Jun Ling University, at that time he had to support the family for himself and his younger brother. Since his father had fallen, he could not fall.

Aoba did not think so, "But my a member of Hoyle family and with Hoyle Company's shares, I have to do something for my father and Hoyle's Company."

All these years, under the protection of his elder brother, Aoba had lived unrestrainedly and freely enough, and it was time for him to do something to change it.

"That's what you deserve, when our father was alive, he treated us three siblings equally. If you really want to do something for father and help me out, go back to Jiangcheng and take care of mom, so that I have less to worry about when I'm doing something. Although I hate her for interfering in my and Olive's affairs back then, but after all, she gave birth to and raised me, and Olive told me that my mom must have no choice but to suffer in that situation, and everything she did was for me, so I shouldn't blame her. "

Aoba smiled, "When you say that, I'm becoming more and more interested in this future sister-in-law of mine."

"She's a good woman." All good words were not enough to describe how he felt about her, only that she was good and worth being cherished for the rest of his life.

"A woman who can make you feel satisfactory must not be too bad, anyway, before, you were cold to women and not so enthusiastic to Ophelia, causing me and my second sister to think that you have a problem with your sexual orientation, and now it's good, there is no need to worry about the Hoyle family's generation. "

Alan looked at him, "Don't forget that since you are also a member the Hoyle family, you also have to duty to give birth to a baby with you wife. "

Aoba hurriedly sat away a bit, "Brother, you have had a beloved woman, my true love has not yet appeared, the burden of this matter should be placed first on your shoulders, and I will slowly wait for the chance after. "

felt so helpless. His younger brother was good at everything, but never serious about love. When Aoba was 18 years old, he had made a girl pregnant! Of course, it was dealt with by

"Brother, don't always talk about such things like our mom, OK? You can rest assured, I will not be as unruly as before, and I will never give you trouble again. " When he was young and inexperienced, he was an unbridled boy, but now he had been experienced. He could quickly tell what

remember to ask, "Is there any breakfast? "

don't say it, I still don't

of noodles, and they sat in the sofa to eat

"Brother, how is my future sister-in-law's cooking skill? " Aoba sligtly kicked his

think of my

brother, you have the potential to be a cook. "

"I'm your sister-in-law's student,

only painting and food. He loved all the beautiful and nice things, "I'm really looking forward to it a bit, Alan, what step have you and her

a kid, so you

ago. So

it won't be long. " He tried a little harder to take all the burden off her mind, and she said she wanted to give

amazing. " Alan gave a

laughed, "Don't think that as long as you flatter me, I'll let her

it's always okay for me to come to have meal once in a while then, at least I'll call her sister-in-law now, right? Besides, if you introduce me to her now, at least I can tell her that not everyone in the Hoyle

up and went upstairs to get her suitcase down, "You send this to the Angel Hotel this afternoon, I'm having a meeting, come to Hengdu together and wait for me then, and we'll have dinner together in the evening, OK? "

introduce myself? "

"What, can't you do so? "

do so, and then he started waiting