The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

The hairdresser wouldn't give up. He made invisible drawings above her hair with his orchid fingers, "Miss, if you do a curly hair and have you hair dyed, you will look more pretty."

"I like straight hair." Alan said coolly.

"Well, in that case, I'll make a rebonding for Miss."

"No, my wife's hair is very straight. It hurts hair. just trim it for her."

The hairdresser saw that he failed to strike the bargain, his face didn't look good. However, there were other customers in the shop, so it was not proper to complain. He murmured something in a low voice, which may not be very pleasant to hear.

Olive was chuckling. Alan, you are so stubborn and cute.

In less than half an hour, they came out of the salon. The hairdresser complained to his colleague behind they. "Why would that woman fall in love with such a man. He couldn't even pay the perm money for her. What a stingy man."

Olive couldn't help laughing at last. If the hairdresser knew that the stingy man he said could make his hairdressing shop go bankrupt by using a little power casually, she couldn't imagine how wonderful his expression would be.

really laughing? What a hell place

Olive poked him. "Mr. Hoyle, you're image was

"Leave him alone." He opened the door and pushed her in.

herself in the mirror on the car, the effect was OK. But Alan was not satisfied, "It was perfunctory. I will find a professional hairdresser to do a haircut for you after

"I'm fine, why should I make my hair look so

women like to be pretty? I want my Mrs. Hoyle to be beautiful every day." He knew that her life must have been very hard over the years. She worn cheap clothes, had

another afternoon to hang out. Olive didn't know whether she was here to work or play, or let Alan spend money for her.

jewelry store, picked out a piece of jewelry to match

Olive didn't like exaggerate things. She felt that she couldn't match with that kind. She chose a pair of small ear studs, heart-shaped. They were small, but the price was expensive. The diamonds on them were

for her and said with a

know what? I had seven ear holes before."

believe it. "Did you? Were you punk?"

in poor condition. There were always girls bullying her, so we disguised ourselves to be rampant punks. And they dare not make trouble easily. But I had to be a good girl at home. Every time I went home, I had to take down the ear studs except for these two places. When I put them om, I always hurt my ears. So some of them festered and three of them were blocked. After I went to university, I didn't need to

on her ear and found that there was one. He thought it was just a small mole, but it turned out to be like this. He held her in the sofa beside the window, smiled and scratched her nose. "Little punk, you must

giggled and didn't