"I don't remember, the only thing that I can remember is that I've met him once before, so I have some
impression about it."
Fine, it's a little difficult to ask a five-year-old child something specific.
"Do grandpa and grandma know it?"
Annie shook her head. "I didn't show them."
"Do you like Dad?" Olive can feel that her daughter liked to fight against Alan. She didn't know if this
was a way for a child to attract adults' attention, or she had been somewhat repellent of the sudden
appearance of her biological father.
"I don't know," Annie replied calmly, like an adult.
For her daughter's sake compared to her age made Olive inevitably worried about it. She was an
innocent age, but she was calm and thorough. Even an adult may not be able to keep secrets without
saying a word. She was five years old. The child learned to bury her real thoughts, and a child so eager
for her father's love used such an understatement to describe her mood after seeing her father. Olive
did not know whether such a character was good or bad.
"Remember that Mommy told you that Dad loves you because he didn't know you existed, he didn't
come to see you for so many years, so Annie, don't hate Dad? He loves you very much ."
"Okay, because of you, I don't hate him. But, I don't want to call him dad now." The little girl's eyes
turned, and her smile was cunning.
Olive used to think that her daughter and Alan were not very similar, but now she found that when the
two were planning something, both of them would show it on the faces.
"When will you call him dad?" Olive reached out and hugged her daughter, resting her on her chest, her
small head arched her, furry, with the smell of the baby's milk.
"I have to test him, so I don't want him to have a daughter so easily, Mommy, you always tell me,
people won't cherish what is too easy to get?"
Olive kissed the face of her daughter, "He loves you very much."
"Mommy, if you are with him, would your love for Annie be less?" After all, the father's love was
belated, and she's worried that the mother's love would leave too.
Olive rubbed her little head and smiled, "What are you thinking about? Of course, not, mom loves you
the most. Only mommy loves you before, and now your father loves you too, that is, double love, there
will only be more, not less, isn't it?" Olive comforted her.
The little girl looked up sharply, "No, I also have grandparents, Olive mommy, and godfather, you all
love me."
"That's right; Annie has so many people's love; you must be a happy child." Olive was very pleased
with her daughter's ability to perceive love. They were talking on the bed early in the morning. The
voice passed through the door, being heard by Mrs. Steele, who got up early in the living room, unclear
but warm.
She knocked on the door and went in, laughing, "My baby granddaughter wakes up!"
Annie poked her head out of the quilt, "Grandpa said, go to bed early and get up early, you will get a
good health."
Mrs. Steele patted her little butt across the quilt, "Then are you up? Come on, grandma dresses you
and lets your mum sleep more."
The pity for their daughter's busy work and fatigue made the gentle old couple do most of the
housework, including the care to Annie.
Olive felt fortunate that she had a pair of enlightened parents. If it were not for their help, she wouldn't
raise Annie so smoothly by herself.
Annie was hugged out by Mrs. Steele, and the bedroom calmed down. Olive looked up at smallpox with
her eyes open; she's sleepless. In the living room, Annie's giggling was flying around. Mr. Steele also
got up, coughing as the usual morning.
Mrs. Steele chased Annie, "Be quiet, Mommy Olive and Mommy Chloe are still sleeping."
Annie lowered her voice obediently, followed Grandpa to brush her teeth and wash her face in the
bathroom.
When Olive got up, Mrs. Steele's breakfast was ready. "Why don't you sleep longer?" Mrs. Steele
asked when she saw Olive.
"Dad, Mom, I have to go to work." Olive took two omelets, and hurriedly swallowed it. Mrs. Steele
poured her a glass of milk and let her drink it. "Slow down."
Olive asked again, "Annie, have you eaten breakfast yet? It's time to go to kindergarten."
"I'm full. I had two egg rolls, a small bun, and a cup of cereal. Mommy, I'm a good girl." The little guy
showed off and asked for the praise.
Olive nodded and smiled, "Well, good girl."
The little guy took the initiative to pick up the small schoolbag and said goodbye to her grandparents
when she went out.
At the same time, an unexpected guest arrived.
Early in the morning, Alan heard the doorbell ringing. In the self-viewing intercom, he saw a familiar
face.
"Why are you here?"
The man smiled, "I want to see what kind of woman she is, this woman makes my elder brother
obsessed her with irrationality, so I'm curious that what kind of charm she has, she can make you have
been persistent for so many years, and gave up your ex, just only for her."
This person was Alan's younger brother, Aoba Hoyle.
Worthy of being brothers, the two had similar figures, and the face contours were similar, except that
Alan was more resolute, and Aoba Hoyle had a more feminine feeling, which may be related to the
profession he was currently engaged in and was the result of art.
Alan warned, "Aoba, it's my business; you'd better not to interfere like Mom."
Aoba Hoyle laughed, "Brother, I just came to see her, and I won't hurt her. What are you nervous
about? Open the door first. I come here to see my sister-in-law, but you let me stand here for a long
time. It's too impolite. Okay. It’s sad to be your brother."
Alan snorted slightly, and finally opened the iron door outside by remote control, and left an indifferent
sentence, "The studying room is on the third floor."
Aoba Hoyle walked fast. His long-term exercise legs were slender and powerful. He glanced at the
rooms on the third floor, including the master bedroom, but he didn't see the woman. When he found
the studying room, Alan was sitting on the sofa at the door, looking at the phone. He was smiling. When
he heard the sound of Aoba coming in, his ambiguous expression faded away. He slightly turned his
head back and thrust the phone into his trouser pocket.
Aoba Hoyle looked around, failing to see that woman. He couldn't help but ask, "Where's she?"
Alan was slightly disgruntled, "What?"
"I mean, sister-in-law, she went out early in the morning? Or, in such a big house, where you live alone,
you haven't been able to be with her successfully?" Aoba Hoyle leaned in front of his brother and
smiled ambiguously.
Alan didn't answer his question, only glanced at him lightly, "How did you come here?"
"Didn't I answer you just now? Brother, are you old, or you don't care about me at all? You forget my
words in a few minutes." Aoba Hoyle was slightly displeased, but he asked again, "Where's she?"
"Not here," Alan said lightly.
"So where? Don't you spend a lot of effort just for her? Why didn't you tie her around? Isn't it lonely to
live in such a big house alone? How about I stay here with you?" Aoba said playfully.
"Fuck off," Alan replied. This was to be a love nest with his woman in Luo city. Alan didn't want to let
irrelevant people get in the way here, even if it was his younger brother. Alan can book a room at the
hotel or buy a suite or buy a whole house for Aoba. Anyway, Alan wouldn’t let Aoba stay here.
Alan whined, "Brother, am I really your younger brother?"
"How is mom recently?" Alan suddenly changed the subject.
"She is so angry. You know, she can't endure too much stimulation just after the operation. What you
did just like blowing her hard with a hammer. She lay in bed for three days before going to the ground."
"Mom's willpower is stronger than our imagination."
"I agree with this point." In the end, the brothers had a very high degree of recognition of their mother.
In the end, Aoba asked the doubts in his heart for many days. "Brother, what happened to our family is
related to the Meyer family? "
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