The two of them happily enjoyed rough and tumble play in the bed for a while. Olive held her cheek and
asked, "Why don't you show the rest of your diary to the public?"
Alan turned over, put his arm on her smooth back, raised his pretty eyebrow, and smiled, "If you don't
mind me exposing something Intimate between us, I can do that."
Olive blushed and pinched his neck with both hands, "Alan, you rascal, how can you write those erotic
things."
Alan acted like he was being strangled. He stuck out his tongue, saying with a hoarse voice, "You are
murdering your husband."
Olive slapped his belly, "You are not my husband yet."
These words naturally aroused Alan's extreme displeasure. This woman was not self-conscious at all.
His face darkened, and then he approached her threateningly.
Olive quickly surrendered, "Tomorrow you will be."
"Well?" Alan was still dissatisfied.
"You are always my husband. You are always my husband." Olive flattered.
Only then did Alan look gentle again.
Olive whispered to herself. Why was she pinned down by him when they were in bed? Wouldn't she be
able to change the situation in this life?
"Well, what is your blog password?"
"I won't tell you." Alan was very calm. He knew what she was thinking. She must want to delete his blog
post.
"You said you can share everything with me. But you won't share even a password with me. Aren't you
afraid that I will take naked photos of you and post them?" Olive snorted.
"There is no such photo in my blog yet. Maybe we should take such a photo and upload it now?" Alan
took the phone and was about to take photos.
Olive burrowed faster than a mouse. She rolled into the quilt and was quickly out of sight.
Alan looked at the raised hill on the bed amusedly, patted it with his big palm, "Alright, I was kidding."
Olive poked her head out cautiously, "Really?"
"Girl, remember, you can only show me your naked body." Alan reached out and pinched her nose.
Olive also reached out from the quilt and pulled his ear, "You also have to remember that you can only
show me your naked picture. If you dare to show it to other women, humph......"
"What will you do?"
"I'll castrate you."
"It is related to your sexual happiness for the rest of your life. Will you be willing to do that? You were
saying that you like to have sex with me." Alan smiled.
Olive took the pillow and hit him. She failed to hit him, but he pounced on her accurately, "Anyway, it's
still early, and you still have the strength to hit me, or else, let's have sex again?"
"No." Olive was a little angry. If they had sex twice in a row, she wouldn't be able to get out of the bed
later, "I have to go to the kindergarten to pick up Annie later."
Alan glanced at the alarm clock beside the bed, "Don't worry, there's still time."
He quickly blocked her mouth, swallowed all her disapproval, and kissed her feverishly and violently.
In March, the sun was shining brightly outside the window.
Olive rubbed her sore waist. This time, she was really ate up by him. She couldn't help but cast a stern
glance at the man who was wearing his clothes.
The physical strength of a woman and a man was really a disparity. He had a great spirit, but she lay
prone on bed lazily and didn't want to move at all.
The perpetrator pushed aside a strand of hair on her forehead, "Why don't you take a nap? I'll pick
Annie."
Olive shook her head, "No, mom told us to go back for dinner, and you don't know how much Annie
wants us to pick her up together."
Alan helped her sit up, put on a bra and a sweater for her. Olive put on the remaining clothes herself,
and they went out of the house holding hands, like a man and a woman who were in love.
Olive looked up at the sky. In the blue sky, there were a few scattered white clouds. Then she looked at
the two cars parked in the flat. She walked up to the car and kicked the wheel lightly, "Why do I think
this car should retire in the future."
In the morning, he asked the driver take Annie to school and take her to work. In the evening, he went
to pick them up again. The car was almost useless.
Alan smiled and said, "Then just let it retire. I will give you a driver when I can't attend to pick you up.
He will be there on call."
Olive squinted at him, "It really is the style of the rich."
Alan reached out and rubbed the top of her hair, "Little rich woman, you are also rich now."
"It's not my own money. I'm just keeping it for others." In the future, when she met the right person, she
still had to return it. She only took the share that she should take. Her family was not short of money,
and she could ask the man in front of her for some pocket money later. He himself chose to be her
man, so she could use his money, for example, asked him to buy her some clothes, went out to eat and
paid with his card, "Moreover, how can such a little money compare with Mr. Hoyle's property?"
"I will transfer some industries and companies in Luo City to your name tomorrow." Alan said in a light-
hearted manner, as if he was selling carrots and cabbages in the market.
Olive stroked her forehead, "Don't put pressure on me. Norton's 10% shares are already very stressful
for me."
"You don't need to handle them in person. What are you afraid of? There will be a professional
manager. Besides, don't you still have a workforce like me?"
"You are too expensive. How can I afford to hire you."
"No. As long as you can provide me a shelter and food, and give me welfare every day as you did just
now, I will work for you." The man was being erotic in her ear again.
Olive hurriedly walked away, opened Audi and sat into it. She would be squeezed dry if she did what he
said.
"Anyway, you have a driver on call, and you can ask the driver to take you back."
"I can ask the driver to pick you up tomorrow."
"Then my car parked will be spare."
"It doesn't matter if it is spare."
"You can give the car to Chloe. She works in the bar and comes back late every day. It is not
convenient to take a taxi. I'll be your driver today." Olive made such a decision, so she refused to get
out of the car.
Alan did find it feasible. Anyway, if she liked cars, he could give her a better one.
Speaking of Chloe, Olive thought of Alan's brother again, "By the way, how was the talk between you
and your brother yesterday."
Alan put his hands behind his head and leaned back to the back of the chair. He looked like a lazy
leopard.
"That kid, I guess he has fallen in love with her. He lives upstairs in your house now."
Olive was stunned for a moment, "A while ago, the upstairs house was renovated, and my mother said
it was a new tenant who moved in. Was it him?"
"I guess so."
"Didn't Chloe tell you about it?"
Olive shook her head.
Alan said, "I want a woman to teach Aoba lessons. It seems that your friend is a good opponent."
Olive smiled, "Is there a brother like you? You actually want your brother to be taught lessons by
women?"
As Olive was talking, her cell phone rang. Seeing that the number was the kindergarten's, she pressed
the hands-free button and put it on the front panel.
"May I ask if this is Aniet's parent?"
Hearing the voice, Olive guessed it was a teacher. She responded, "Yes."
"Please come to our kindergarten now. Aniet injured another kid."
Olive was surprised, "Injured?"
"Yes, now the parents of that kid wish to see you."
"Okay, I'll be there soon." Olive stepped on the accelerator and wondered, "Although Annie is naughty,
she is not a troublemaker. How could she hit other kids?"
Alan laughed, "We are going to pick her up together for the first time, and she has given us such a big
gift."
Olive grumbled dissatisfiedly, "You are still in the mood to joke?"
Olive drove the car to the vicinity of the kindergarten and found a parking spot to park the car.
Alan saw that there was still some distance from the kindergarten, "Why don't you drive to the door of
the kindergarten?"
"The kindergarten is next to the elementary school. Now the school is over. The roads are crowd with
cars and people. If the traffic jam is serious, your car can't even move, and you can only be anxious."
Olive already had experience. Every time she parked her car in a slightly empty place. Then she
walked to the kindergarten, which was faster than driving straight.
And at the time, many parents had gathered at the door of kindergarten and elementary school, waiting
eagerly.
After getting out of the car, the two hurried to the kindergarten. Olive passed through the gate and saw
Annie standing in the playground, puffing up her cheeks, and clenching her small hands into fists.
Beside her, there were her teacher and an aggressive young woman with a little boy in her arms. And
there were many onlookers beside her.
"What's wrong with your school? I didn't send my child here to get beaten up."
"Mrs. Lynn, I'm really sorry. We didn't want this to happen either. Aniet's parents will be here soon.
Please don't be angry. Can we discuss this later?"
Olive walked over in a few steps and squatted in front of her daughter, "Annie, tell mommy, why you got
into a fight with that kid?"
"I didn't hit him. He wanted to push me and fell off the slide himself." Annie had a stubborn expression,
which was the same as the expression when the teacher asked her just now.
Mrs. Lynn's face turned livid with rage, "You brat, your mother is not educated, neither are you. You've
beat someone and done something wrong, but you refuse to admit it and even quibble. Did you see
Haohao pushing you with your own eyes?"
Olive frowned and stood up from the ground, "Mrs. Lynn, where did your son hurt?"
"Look, Haohao has bruises and a swollen face. Are you qualified to be a parent? Your girl is so cruel at
such a young age."
When Olive saw the child's face, there were signs of scratches. Although the bleeding had stopped, his
cheeks were swollen. She didn't know what this woman thought. She didn't take her child to the
hospital first.
"Mrs. Lynn, you also said that your son fell, and he isn't injured from a fight."
"Your daughter beat my son and made him fall."
"Did anyone see it?" It was possible that her daughter accidently hurt the boy when they fought in jest.
Olive didn't believe that her daughter would hit other kids for no reason.
Mothers all loved their children, and that little boy was not lightly hurt. Olive could understand the
feelings of the woman in front of her.
But she was also too familiar with the stubborn look in her daughter's eyes. The kind of look that meant
that she didn't lie.
Therefore, she didn't want to easily blame her child, or shift the blame to that boy. If her child did it, she
and her child apologized, but if not, she had to seek justice for her child. She didn't want to leave a
shadow on her child's mind.
Children were young, but they were at an age when they were beginning to understand what was right
and wrong.
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