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.

go out of the bathroom. As he expected, the woman in bed had fallen asleep. there was a happy

could play tricks. He could do it, too, and it was more perfect

This familiar face suddenly made him feel strange, Ophelia, you must keep a lot of

at her. "Good morning!

bath last night. It seemed that she had fallen asleep while

but vaguely felt that something was

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

the men and women who united were because of love, especially in their circle, love is a cheap commodity. There were many couples who had different dreams in the same bed.

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

and wine were chosen by herself. There could be no problem. She must have been

afraid of her to think deeply that this woman was too anxious to marry with him. Even if she had

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

for her, he was unwilling. This assistant, who did not like to speak ill of others behind their backs, did a

think much about it for all spoiled

about it. Maybe he missed some important information in the illusion

door keyhole whirling gently reminded him that it was time to go downstairs. Seeing her huddled in the quilt, he smiled softly and said, "Well, It’s time to get up. Go and make breakfast