The Innocent Wife of Scheming President novel Chapter 173

"Let me dry your hair." Five years ago, she took care of all his food and living, and five years later, it was his turn to take care of her.

"OK." Olive was on the bed and fell down.

Alan went to the bathroom to get the hairdryer, which was used by him carefully.

"You have a good hair."

"I almost cut it."

"Don't cut. Long hair looks good."

"It is said that thousands hairs mean thousands worries?"

"What’s your worries?"

"You."

"Huh?"

"On the eighth day of the lunar new year, I was going to have my hair cut, but I fell and hurt my foot. Ivy sent me to the hospital. I can’t let Ivy accompany me to have my hair cut."

Alan was stunned. This silly girl was really stupid. Even if she cut her hair, she would still have worries.

"Then should I thank him?"

"Yes, you should thank him very much. Over the years, he took good care of me and Annie. Annie recognized him as a godfather. I want Annie to learn some martial arts for self-defense, so he found a martial arts teacher for Annie. Now Annie has a good time with her master. "

When she talked about her daughter, she was very happy . Although the man felt uncomfortable, he didn't bother her. He liked to see her happy. Her long black hair slipped across his fingers, and the fragrance filled the tip of his nose. "Well, I will thank him very much if I have a chance, but isn't he your boyfriend?"

He suddenly asked this question mischievously. He knew it was a lie to him, and he asked her deliberately. Olive hit him with her fist. "You're bad. I'm forced by your fiancee to make such a decision."

Alan's heart ached. He wanted to ask about her and the man, but he gave up.

Even if that man was interested in her, as long as she loved him, he can care nothing.

Five years have been wasted, and it was not easy to find her. He didn't want to waste his time on jealousy. If it was possible, they could have been together for a long time. The girl would not remember him. It was just that the background of this man named ivy has really attracted him.

Two people were silent for a while. His fingers on her scalp made her really comfortable. Hair seemed to dry too fast. She still wanted him to press again.

"Alan, my feet hurt."

"I'll press for you." He put the hair dryer back, grabbed her feet and saw that it was a little swollen. The heel of her foot was even bruised. The scar caused by him was ugly on her ankle. He pressed gently on her join with his big hand.

"Is it more comfortable now?"