The Innocent Wife of Scheming President novel Chapter 168

Alan's hand stopped moving, the silly girl is still worried about him. He kisses her lips. "Foolish girl, if I can't protect you well, I can't come to you so brazenly. What can they do now? But you, girl. I can't allow you to shrink back, OK? We have wasted five years. There are not many five years in our life to waste. It's good that you stay with me. You don't have to worry about other things. "

"Um." She believed what he said.

After taking a bath, he was full of energy, but her legs were still a little shaky. She gave him a sad look. Alan said with a smile, "Don't look at me like this, or I want to eat you again."

Olive hurriedly went to get dressed. It seemed that it was not early outside. She didn't have much time to play with him. "What time is it?"

"Do you have anything to do?"

"Go to work, do you think everyone can like you. No one can blame you if you sleep to midnight."

He went up to hold her. "Then you are the boss's wife. You don't have to work so hard. I'll make money for you."

Olive became serious at this time. "Alan, I know you can raise a hundred thousand of me and Annie, but I hope I can have something I like to do. I like my work very much."

Alan holds her face with a smile, "look at you. As long as you don't leave me and stay by my side, I will support you in whatever you like to do. I just don't want to see you work so hard again. You should learn to be better to yourself, OK?"

"OK." Her heart was blazing.

"I'll make you breakfast and take you to work after that."

"OK."

He dragged her downstairs. Although she was the mother of four years old child, no, five years old, but her small body was really just a little girl in front of his tall body.

In the restaurant, the roses are still blooming, row by row, kept in vases.

The candlelight dinner they had finished last night had not been cleaned up. He rolled up his sleeves and neatly collected them into the kitchen sink to wash them off.

She followed in and asked curiously, "when did you learn to cook?"

"When you're gone." Olive was stunned and listened to him casually saying, "After you leave me, I felt everything was not delicious. I just want to eat what you did, and then I learn to do it myself, trying to make the dish that looks exactly the same with you.”

Olive was slightly shocked. She went to hug him from behind and put her face on his broad back. "I'm sorry."

He turned and held her face. "Fool, don’t say sorry again. The one who owes you is me. The one who should say sorry is me."

"I don't want you to say that either." She put out her hand to cover his mouth. He didn't owe her anything. She was willing to do it.

He made a deep kiss in her palm and took it away. "Well, we don't say it any more, we're going to make up for these five years."

Breakfast was very rich. He made her a cup of hot milk and watched her drink.

He could not help but lick the white foam on the corner of her lips.

Olive giggled and pushed him, "Alan, you are a little dog."

The taste of milk is really good. Why didn't he feel it before. For a moment, he thought of falling in love with her and then kissed her. He wanted to take over the taste of milk in her mouth. She scolded him like a dog, and then he would eat her like a dog.

Olive was gasped by his kiss. Most of her body was pulled by him. Only a small part was dangerously hung on the edge of the chair.

He felt that she had tried hard to not fall down from it. He then hugged her, put her on his leg and kissed her carefully, then put her on the forehead. "What should I do? I want you again."

"But I'm hungry now, and I have no strength." She made an excuse. If she got on with him again, she would not have to go to work today.

"Well, eat more, and you'll have strength." He said with interest.

Olive is not a fool. Even if she can't understand him, he jumped down from his leg and sat far away from him with breakfast.

If she is full, she will be suffered by him.

With a low smile, he leaned over with his plate and leaned over her ear. "You can feed me when you're full. I've been hungry for five years."

Alan, can you don’t talk so directly? Her cheeks are burning red. It's always him who defeated her. She reaching out her hand to hit him, he dodged her attack with a flick.

Olive became serious, "don't hide, put out your hand."

He really extended his hand to her, so she took advantage of her two fingers twisting skill and pinched his arm. She said, "See how dare you bully me."

"Baby, don't hurt your hand. Use it." He was strong and fleshy, and her strength was only used fifty percent, it is almost as itchy as touching, so he handed her a fork.