Novel Name : The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

The Innocent Wife of Scheming President Chapter 240: No wrongdoing

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"Brother, I saw my Sister-in-law on TV."

"Is that all?" Alan was unhappy, as his younger brother was disturbing his dreams.

"So you already knew." Aoba laughed.

"The news came out in the morning, and almost everyone in Luo City already knew, but you just called

me, so where have you been these two days?" All Alan knew was that his playful younger brother had

not left Luo City, while he guessed that his younger brother was looking for fun around the Luo City.

Aoba sighed slowly. "Oh, don't mention it, as I got hit in the head for no reason. I've had a bad time."

Alan frowned. "You got into a fight?"

"I didn't, because it's such a shame to fight with people for no reason, but the matter that I was beaten

has something to do with you."

“Me?”

Then, Aoba told the whole thing of how he had been beaten, while Alan could not help but feel

speechless. No wonder Olive has been afraid to mention anything about their relationship, since Chloe

strongly disapproved of their relationship, which was already making Olive feel bad, not to mention that

Olive's parents were resentful of him.

"Brother, I have suffered more than I should have suffered because of you. No wonder I've been

wondering why my Sister-in-law hasn't mentioned anything about your relationship, while I once

thought she'd like to play this dirty trick with you? You don't know how cruelly her friend scolded you."

Whenever Aoba thought of the way Chloe used to swear, he felt that she was vivid and interesting.

"You'd better leave her alone." Alan warned.

"Why?"

"Chloe hit you on the head with her hands this time, whereas if you bully your Sister-in-law's friend, I'm

afraid your Sister-in-law will beat you with her own hands."

Aoba couldn't help but sigh. "Are savage women very popular these days? Why do the women I meet

seem more violent than the men? The roles of men and women in this world are reversed, and you

have no idea how badly Chloe messed me up these days. After all, I was also wounded by her, but she

seemed even more arrogant than me."

"I warn you that if you've done something to bully Chloe, and if you can't deal with this alone, don't

blame me for not helping you." Alan hung up, thinking that at last there's a woman who could handle

you, too.

When Olive woke up, she's alone. She felt the sheets beside her, which were already cold. She looked

at the time, and it was half past four, while she had a good sleep.

Her alarm clock, which had been set at 2:30, was probably turned off by him because she didn't hear

any alarms.

She called Ted, and Ted told her everything was fine. There was also a not good message from the

Public Security Bureau. After studying the surveillance video, they finally located the suspect, but the

suspect was cunning. Since he wore a hat, he deliberately lowered the brim of his hat so as to conceal

his whole face. So even though they had a suspect, they didn't know what to do for a while.

She went to the bathroom, took a bath, and then came out wrapped in a towel. When she was ready to

put on one of his clothes, she suddenly found some clothes hanging in the wardrobe that fitted her.

Half his clothes, half hers, their clothes filled the whole wardrobe.

She picked out a white dress, put it on, and then she found him in his study. In his nightgown, he

opened the collar slightly to reveal his muscular and sensuous chest, while his slender fingers were

tapping rapidly on the computer keyboard.

When Alan heard someone open the door, he looked up. When he saw her face, he felt that she looked

as beautiful as a lotus flower out of the water, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Are you awake?"

Olive walked over to him, making a deliberate turn in front of him. "Well, do I look good?"

Alan reached out, put his arms around her, and made her sit on his lap. "You look good in anything."

"What would you like to eat? I'm going to cook."

"I'll eat whatever you cook, as I'm not a picky eater."

But Olive snorted. "You don't eat vegetables like celery, coriander, and carrots, so how can you say

you're not picky about what you eat?"

Alan kissed her so hard that she could not speak, and he bit her lips until her lips were red and swollen.

"Do you know what I like most is?"

"What?"

"Eat you."

Olive jumped to the ground, and then she ran faster than the rabbit.

Alan laughed behind her.

At the door, Olive looked outraged, stomping her feet. "Only carrots tonight."

In fact, they didn't have any carrots in the refrigerator, while there were some celery, some coriander,

and some other meats and vegetables in the fridge. He didn't like some of the vegetables, but he

bought them because she liked them.

In the kitchen, she has done a total of three courses: poached spicy slices of pork, steamed fish, and

Purple Flowering Stalks. It didn't take her long to cook two meat dishes and one vegetable dish, so half

an hour later, she sent a text message to his phone. "Mr. Hoyle, dinner is served."

After reading her message, Alan smiled. He went downstairs and saw that she had got everything

ready, just waiting for him to come to eat.

"Wife, you are wonderful." He rewarded her with a kiss on the cheek.

"So, in return for my hard work, Mr. Hoyle, please finish up all these delicious dishes I've made."

"Yes. You eat half the delicious dishes, while I eat half the delicious dishes." First, he put much

delicious food into her bowl with chopsticks, until he could not put any delicious food in her bowl, nor

could he see any rice in her bowl.

The two of them ate slowly, talking and quarrelling occasionally, as they were living the same warm life

as they did five years ago. Only now, at last, he could see her face.

"Why do you keep looking at me?"

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