The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

As a result, it was him who got the coins. She clapped her hands and said everything would be all better next year.

In fact, he knew that she was comforting him. The dumplings wrapped with coins must have been marked beforehand and then were put in his bowl. The little girl had many wicked ideas, but he felt warm in his heart.

That New Year's Eve, although invisible, he remembered it all his life.

Alan looked over at Ophelia's drooping eyelids, tilted the corners of his mouth coldly, and took her hand. "Go back to your room, it's cold outside."

"Well, good." She seemed a little sleepy. His palm was very warm. She would hold it tightly for a lifetime, and would never let it be snatched by other women.

When he got into the room, he released her hand. "I'm going to take a bath."

Ophelia rolled into the quilt, with a blush on her face. There was his refreshing breath in the quilt. There was a short hair on the pillow. She took a pillow and held it in her arms. Her heart plumped and jumped happily.

The sound of water dropping came from the bathroom, which was like the spring in the mountain. His tall body reflected a faint shadow on the frosted glass. This man, who would belong to her tonight, would belong to her thoroughly. Olive, if you continue to snatch with me, you would only humiliate yourself. The ultimate winner was me.

had fallen asleep. there was a happy smile on the corner of his lips that could not

medicine in her wine. She could play tricks. He could do it, too, and it was more

suddenly made him feel strange, Ophelia, you

next day, Alan, dressing neatly, was sitting beside the bed and smiling at her. "Good morning! I didn't expect

happened after he took a bath last night. It seemed that she had fallen asleep while waiting

was upset for a while, but vaguely felt that something was wrong.

was a problem with the alcohol she drank before going to bed. Alan's change was a good thing for her, but changing too fast finally made her uneasy. She can't see through his

circle, love is a cheap commodity.

change perhaps was compassion for her years of waiting, or, after years of disappointment, his heart was dead. Either way, she couldn't be reconciled. She always felt that what she lacked was the opportunity he gave her. Now that the opportunity came, it was impossible for her to let it go. She would

did not pass through his hands. The wineglass and wine were chosen by herself. There could be no problem. She must have been too tired yesterday. She comforted herself. When he smiled at this moment, the uncertain doubts disappeared.

deeply that this woman was too anxious to marry with

face. He thought that she would not be a bad woman except for the indulgence and capriciousness before. But now, he began to

always disliked her. Sometimes he was asked to do something for her, he was unwilling. This assistant, who did not like to speak ill of others

didn’t think much about it for all spoiled ladies have vanity.

Maybe he missed some important information in the illusion of

The sound of the door keyhole whirling gently reminded him that it was time to go downstairs. Seeing her