The tissues were thrown on the desk, and suddenly Olive wanted to see the man. As soon as the
thought appeared, she quickly stood up and went downstairs. But when she drove the car out of the
hotel, she found that she couldn't clearly know where he was at the moment, so she had to call him,
"Where are you now?" "What's wrong?" Alan Hoyle heard her voice dull. "Have a cold?" "No, where are
you." Alan Hoyle laughed when he heard her so coquettish voice, "Mrs. Hoyle, do you want to inspect
me?"
"Yeah, so you can tell me honestly now." "I just played a game with a client and I was sweating. I want
to go back and change clothes. I will be home in a few minutes and then pick you up later. okay?"
"Okay!" The person who said ‘okay’ was rushing to the villa. JAlan Hoyle took a shower, with a bath
towel around his waist, he wiped his wet hair with a dry towel, walked out of the bathroom barefoot, and
then bumped against a body which suddenly hugged him tightly. Looking down at the woman in his
arms, her eyebrows were still wet, it was obviously a sign of crying, and thus he was taken aback.
"Who bullied you? So miserably." Alan Hoyle turned to the bathroom and twisted a warm wet towel,
gently wiping her face. Olive Steele pouted, "It's you." He was all to blame, a man should be so
sensational. "Me?" Alan Hoyle laughed dumbly, threw the towel in his hand, and hugged her up. "If you
don't tell me, I will forget. I haven't bullied you for many days. Since you were automatically delivered
today, I have to ask for some benefits!"
If in the past, the woman in his arms would have to dodge a few times, but today, she took the initiative
to hook his neck and actively kiss him, and whispered, "Alan..." the word made his whole body tremble,
and he hardly became self-sufficient. His girl ran over crying and said that he had bullied her, he
probably knew what was going on without guessing.
It's good to be moved, thus she would not leave him. He wanted to tie this little girl to his side forever,
win her heart and let her never run away. Pulling her hand away, placing them on top of her head, and
kissing her softly, he liked her being in his arms obediently, being kissed by him like this, and actively
responding to him. He pressed his finger through her finger, "Girl, call my name again."
"Alan..." "Really good." Olive Steele asked, catching the gap, "Alan, did you find someone to delete
those posts on the Internet." He took a bite of her lips because of her distraction. Olive Steele sighed
with pain, "It hurts." "Then concentrate." "I just ask." "no need! Little idiot." How could he let those
boring posts exist? Do evil for evil act. The improvised post was not comparable to his years of
accumulation!
"The blog, it's more than that." "Little idiot has so many questions." Alan Hoyle shut her questioning
mouth punitively. "Little fairy, call my name." "Alan..." "Good." He kissed her again rewardingly. He
really liked hearing his name from her little mouth. They would be always together. "Wife, do you want
a husband." "My husband, do you want a wife." She smiled as he did. This little fairy was really
coquetish. Yes, of course he wanted.
When they calmed down, she lay on his body, drew her fingers in circles, closed her eyes and asked
lazily, "Alan, is there any more blogs?" She always felt that it was more than that. Alan stroked the top
of her hair with a big palm, "the little idiot becomes smart." "I am not a little idiot, you are a big idiot.
Only big idiots can write such sensational things." Olive Steele poked him a few times in the chest.
This person was really thick-skinned. "Moved?" Alan Hoyle lowered his head and kissed her on the
forehead. "No." "double-faced guy, who just cried pitifully and ran over and hugged me." Olive Steele
pouted, "You keep blogging?" "you little idiot really asks such an idiot question." Was it necessary to
ask such an obvious thing? "I don't think you are someone who likes to write blogs." "There are many
things you don't know, and you will slowly discover the benefits of your husband in the future, so you
can enjoy it for the rest of your life." Olive Steele reached out and pinched his face, "Why are you so
thick-skinned, I will measure it to see how many inches it is."
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