The Innocent Wife of Scheming President novel Chapter 330

The answer made the person showed an awkward expression and someone next to him laughed.

Others asked, “Mr. Hoyle, if you disobey your mother like this, aren’t you afraid of being labelled as unfilial son?”

Olive Steele looked at him sideways. It was exactly what she was worrying about.

“Foolish filial piety and loyalty will not harm others. My wife is a kind person. My mother is still very stubborn because she doesn’t know my wife yet. I will not abandon my mother, nor my wife and my children. As for how to make the two woman coexist peacefully, I’m still learning. If you have good suggestions, you can give me a few tricks. I will definitely thank you.”

Alan Hoyle’s witty jokes made everyone laughed. The atmosphere loosened. The reporters were eased. They were no longer so bitter and sharp. The female journalists couldn’t hide their warm worship for Alan Hoyle and jealousy for Olive Steele.

Love was a never dying topic for human being, especially for women. In every women’s heart, there was a novel about love where they were the main lead.

Alan Hoyle was everything they could wish for; rich, handsome, devoted, and persistent. A daughter-in-law’s relationship with a mother-in-law had often be a problem. Most men wronged their wives in the conflicts, however, Alan Hoyle made women see hope.

In fact, what women wanted was not partiality, but fairness from her men. It made her feel like she was not an outsider in the family she married into.

People said that fairness was only right, but who didn’t envy vigorous love?

When asked when to hold a wedding and where to honeymoon, Alan Hoyle smiled mysteriously, “If you want to find out, pay attention to my Microblog. It will give you an answer.’

A girl asked, “Mrs. Hoyle, can you also make a Microblog account? Everyone plays this now. It’s fun! You can be friends with Mr. Hoyle too.”

“Well, I’ll think about it.” Olive Steele smiled. She secretly had one too. When she was tired from work, she occasionally scrolled down the Microblog to relax her chaotic mind, to catch up with gossips, or to read some good jokes. However, no one knew her ID.

She didn’t like to expose her private life. She knew that Alan Hoyle was defending her and announcing to the world that he loved her.

She was moved, but she was not interested in interacting with him on the internet, nor to collect fans, and be detached from the reality.