The Innocent Wife of Scheming President
Chapter 241 The most romantic thing

"I'm thinking is there such a beautiful “ugly girl’ like you?" He thought of the thing that she lied she was extremely ugly and asked him to think twice whether to be with her. Imagining her expressions of teasing him, he wanted to laugh.

"Then Mr. handsome, before meeting me, what kind of image of I in your mind?" Olive was interested in that. They two sat opposite before, but now she moved bit by bit to him, "Come on, tell me it."

"Never think about it." Said Alan.

Being disappointed, Olive stuff her mouth rice.

Alan felt her funny after seeing her look, "That's because no matter what you look like, I wouldn't let you go."

Olive groaned, "Liar! If I'm an ugly girl, I think you have already escaped. Don't try to coax me!" "Am I that kind of person?" Alan flipped on her head.

He had seen many women who were more beautiful than her. But they were not her, no matter how gorgeous and how sexy they were, his heart would not beat for them. However, he didn't expect that he was such a image in her heart. He had strong desires to beat her or open her head to see what stuff inside.

Olive felt a chill rise from feet. Turning around, she found his face being closer while his hot breath had sprayed on his face.

"Come on, I'm just kidding. Man should not be so mean. Your cold face seemed have frozen me." She bit her lower lip subconsciously, which lured him to get closer. She had the most softest lips. He thought. Tossing about on her lips, he moved his tongue along the shape of her lips. When she leaned back and was about to fall down, he stretched out and picked her up.

Until she nearly lost her breath, he let her go relucantly. His bright eyes were shining like the stars, "No such kidding, understand? Or I will teach you!"

Olive pursed, "Only me, you dare to bully.”

Alan's gloomy face turned fine, while his finger tip stroking on her swollen lips, "Then who else?" All right. Bully was a very ambiguitious word for him.

After eating, he went to wash. She leaned on the door of the kitchen, "I want to visit old Mr. Geve." It was not late now.

Alan turned over and gave her a glance, “Tomorrow. The couple need to have room to get along with. Just leave the alone.”

It made sense. Olive thought, then she went to the hall and sat on the sofa to watch TV. She would always be lazy after eating, not even wanting to move a bit.

Alan washed some grapes and put them on the table, then sat beside her and skinned for her. Putting one in her mouth, he pulled her over and gave her an soulful kiss.

She tried to avoid and escaped his arms.

Alan was not satisfied, of course, he wouldn't let her go. So he became closer and the kiss went deeper.

Olive blocked his hands, “No violent exercise after meals!"

It was a reasonable excuse.

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"I hope you wouldn't regard me as a dog."

After that, they went out together.

Some old couples were hanging out in the plot hand by hand. "We'll be like this when we're old." Alan murmured beside her ears.

"Good." Olive smiled.

“The most romantic thing I can thought was to grow old with you together. Chat with you on the rocking chair, about the smiles and tears. Until we are too old to walk, we are still the treasures to each other." It was a song Olive liked.

The plot was large and the shapes of these houses were similiar, but the scenes of the plots were various. Some old men planted many vegetables. It was the most vigorous time for those plants while some dead and yellow vines clung to the fence.

Olive, suddenly, had interested in those plants, "Can you grow vegetables?" Asked Olive.

"No." He never did such a thing.

But His girl said, "I can.”

"Can you?" Alan didn't really believe it.

"My family used to be a vegetable farmer. Actually, I'm a second base of a farmer. I was always in the greenhouse with my parents when I was young."

"It only shows you can play the mud.”

"Don't you believe me?" Olive hummed.

"How about having a try?"

"Okay! Deal. I don't think you can even dig a hole." Olive provoked him.

"A hole? I can dig a swimming pool for you to raise fishes!"

The time passed by while bickering. The sky became dark and the street lamps turned on. They had walked for a circle around the lake.

On the way home, Olive crossed her arms on his neck. "I want you to carry me."

Alan supported her laps, pushing a little force to lift her, "No problem, just to carry a piggy home." Olive slapped on his shoulder, 'Giddyap!" She let out a sound, “Ride on a white horse, hang around the land. Take off my luxury clothes, put on my plain robe. I will leave Xiliang, rush to Lady Precious Stream.” [This song eulogized the love between a pair of lovers in ancient China.]

After finishing the song, Olive giggled, and then moved forward, clinging her breast to his hard back, which made him fasten his heatbeats. He walked faster then, while she became more pleasant for his look, just regarding a real horse which was carrying her home. Her ringing voice spread far in the peace plot, attracting the housewifes stuck out their heads from the windows to see where the voice from.

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