Chapter 173 The Pupil Overdo The Master.

"Let me dry your hair." Five years ago, she took care of all his food and living, and five years later, it
was his turn to take care of her.

"OK." Olive was on the bed and fell down.

Alan went to the bathroom to get the hairdryer, which was used by him carefully.

"You have a good hair."

"I almost cut it."

"Don't cut. Long hair looks good."

"It is said that thousands hairs mean thousands worries?"

"What’s your worries?"

"You."

"Huh?"

"On the eighth day of the lunar new year, I was going to have my hair cut, but I fell and hurt my foot. Ivy
sent me to the hospital. I can’t let Ivy accompany me to have my hair cut."

Alan was stunned. This silly girl was really stupid. Even if she cut her hair, she would still have worries.

"Then should I thank him?"

"Yes, you should thank him very much. Over the years, he took good care of me and Annie. Annie
recognized him as a godfather. I want Annie to learn some martial arts for self-defense, so he found a
martial arts teacher for Annie. Now Annie has a good time with her master. "



When she talked about her daughter, she was very happy . Although the man felt uncomfortable, he
didn't bother her. He liked to see her happy. Her long black hair slipped across his fingers, and the
fragrance filled the tip of his nose. "Well, I will thank him very much if I have a chance, but isn't he your
boyfriend?"

He suddenly asked this question mischievously. He knew it was a lie to him, and he asked her
deliberately. Olive hit him with her fist. "You're bad. I'm forced by your fiancee to make such a decision."

Alan's heart ached. He wanted to ask about her and the man, but he gave up.

Even if that man was interested in her, as long as she loved him, he can care nothing.

Five years have been wasted, and it was not easy to find her. He didn't want to waste his time on
jealousy. If it was possible, they could have been together for a long time. The girl would not remember
him. It was just that the background of this man named ivy has really attracted him.

Two people were silent for a while. His fingers on her scalp made her really comfortable. Hair seemed
to dry too fast. She still wanted him to press again.

"Alan, my feet hurt."

"I'll press for you." He put the hair dryer back, grabbed her feet and saw that it was a little swollen. The
heel of her foot was even bruised. The scar caused by him was ugly on her ankle. He pressed gently
on her join with his big hand.

"Is it more comfortable now?"

"Yes." She sighed comfortably. His hands seemed to have magic power. No matter where he pressed,
she felt comfortable.



Her tender and delicate feet was in his palm. He looked up. Her long white legs were in the hotel robe.
The bottom of the robe was slightly open.

"Girl." He called her.

"Well" she seemed to have no answer, and there was a sign of sleepiness in her voice.

"Alan, no. I'm very tired. How about sleeping?" She would go to a hotel communication tomorrow. She
didn't want to be unable to get up tomorrow.

But he has endured for a long time. These years, many women wanted to seduce him, but he was loyal
to her after meeting her, which made him feel incredible.

He has endured for five years. Once, twice, three times. It was not enough. How could he let her go
easily?

This witch-baby, just lying here quietly, can make him blood flow.

"Alan, you are really bad." Olive stared at him, but her tone was soft.

"Duplicity. How do I punish you?"

He could ignore what happened five years ago. Five years later, she ran away from him, hid from him,
deceived him, and concealed the fact that he had a daughter. He wanted to settle these accounts with
her one by one, but when he saw her, he was reluctant to scold her, beat her or roar at her.

Olive held his head, grabbed his hair, and knocked on his head hard. "Alan, you are so bad. I hate
you."

This stubborn girl finally learned to show weakness.



Olive stared at him with hatred. This man was bad. How can he be so bad? It was really bad to the
bone. If she didn’t deal with him today, she won't be called Olive.

"I can do whatever I want?"

"As long as you have the skill."

"Don't regret." She groaned.

Alan looked at her with a smile. He didn't think that women only accept passively. He hoped that she
would become more active.

The new scarf was still on the shelf at the end of the bed. Olive got it.

Alan smiled, "you want to tie me?"

"I'm not as strong as you. It's safer to tie you up."

"Good." He was very cooperative to reach out his hands to her. He tied her once. Now she tied him. It
turned out that his little girl had this hobby.

Olive wrapped him for several times, then tied a knot to make sure that he couldn't move. Then she
clapped her hands and smiled at him gently and temptingly.


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