The Innocent Wife of Scheming President novel Chapter 301

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.