C66 Goal Progress

Dempsey Wilson looked at his daughter's wronged expression and felt that Clarie Scott had gone too far.

"Emma, let's go. Father will take you upstairs to sleep!" Dempsey Wilson couldn't bear letting his daughter cry. He couldn't even shed a single tear. His heart would ache for her.

Clarie Scott held her daughter in her arms and stared at Dempsey Wilson warily, "What are you doing!?"

"Nothing, just take your daughter upstairs to sleep!" Dempsey Wilson glanced at her impatiently.

"Daughter is only willing to sleep with me tonight. Even if you take her away, she will still cry incessantly." Clarie Scott knew her daughter's sleeping habits. She had to hold one of her arms before she could fall asleep.

Dempsey Wilson shrugged, "But my daughter also wants to sleep with me right now, isn't that right, Emma!"

"Yeah, Mommy, I really want to sleep with you guys. Please!" Emma Scott was still doing her best to beg Mommy with her small mouth. Her appearance was really interesting and amusing to anyone who saw it.

Clarie Scott felt that if she did not agree to her daughter's request tonight, she would not be able to sleep.

"Alright, Mommy will go take a bath first. You go upstairs with Daddy first!" Clarie Scott could only compromise. Who asked her to have a daughter as stubborn as a calf? He could only accept his fate.

Looking at the beautiful figure disappearing at the door of the bathroom, Dempsey Wilson smirked, as if he had won something.

When he found out that he was actually in such an emotional state, he was stunned.

It was strange, he had done billions of business every day, but he didn't feel any sense of accomplishment. But just now, he had gotten a very different feeling for sleeping with his daughter tonight.

This kind of understanding made him feel slightly embarrassed and annoyed. Since when did this woman occupy so much of his emotions?

"Daddy, hug …" Emma Scott's face was filled with happiness as well. Finally, she could finally roll on the floor between her father's mommy as she wished.

Dempsey Wilson immediately held his daughter up and kissed her cheeks again and again in a great mood. Then, he carried her to the second floor.

After Clarie Scott had finished showering, she wore a set of conservative pajamas. Her long hair that had just been washed was left half dry behind her head.

She stood in the living room, looking at the stairs that led to the second floor.

This feeling was really unbearable. She actually had to sleep in the same bed as that man while her daughter was causing trouble for no reason.

She secretly decided to kick the man out of bed in the middle of the night.

This was a little punishment for hurting himself five years ago.

It was impossible for her to accept her fate and make up with him. She only temporarily compromised for the sake of a pair of children.

Taking a deep breath, Clarie Scott walked step by step up the stairs to the second floor.

She gently pushed open the door to a guest room and found that her son was fast asleep.

This little guy had always been bold and independent. When he was two years old, he climbed onto the small bed by himself and fell asleep. He was still unwilling to let her hug him.

It was not like her daughter, who liked to stick close to her. Without her arms around him, he could make a racket and stay awake most of the night.

His son and daughter's opposing personalities made Clarie Scott wonder if they were born in the same lifetime.

After closing the door of her son's room, Clarie Scott heard her daughter's happy laughter coming from the bedroom beside her.

Clarie Scott stood tensely in the doorway, as if she needed a lot of courage to open the door.

Alas, how could she have forced herself into such a situation?

In the end, she still pushed open the door. On the bed inside, the little guy was sitting on Dempsey Wilson's back, learning how to ride a horse.

Dempsey Wilson also did not expect Clarie Scott to suddenly push open the door and enter. His cold demeanor instantly collapsed.

He quickly took his daughter gently off his back.

"Daddy still wants to ride …" The little guy became addicted to playing. He was suddenly grabbed, and his little face was extremely unhappy.

Dempsey Wilson immediately comforted her gently, "Emma, I won't be riding tonight. Tomorrow, can I take you with me to ride a real horse? Daddy has a few horses in the back garden. "

"Is there a white one? I like white horses! " When Emma Scott heard her father say that he could ride a real horse, she immediately became interested. She also forgot that she still wanted to play with her father's back just now.

Dempsey Wilson was slightly shocked. "Fine, dad will get someone to buy you a white pony tomorrow. Can you help it get a name? You can raise it from now on?"

"Really? "Yea, Daddy is so good!" When Emma Scott heard that she could still raise a small horse, she was so overjoyed that she wanted to fly.

Clarie Scott looked at her daughter who had been spoiled by Dempsey Wilson to the point of no return, and immediately coughed lightly.

Emma Scott turned around and saw Mommy. She immediately became obedient and didn't even dare to speak loudly anymore.

Dempsey Wilson narrowed his eyes slightly. His daughter seemed to be very afraid of her. Could it be that she had always been strict in educating her child?

"Daughter is so young, don't spoil her anymore. I'm afraid that in less than a month, you will have to spoil her to the heavens!" I won't help you when the situation is reversed. " Clarie Scott knew that spoiling a child also required speed. As a three-year-old girl, she shouldn't be pampered too much, as she would develop bad habits.

Dempsey Wilson's education philosophy was the complete opposite of hers. He said lightly: "Daughter is mine, it is only natural for me to spoil her. Didn't I say something? I have so much money, so naturally, my daughter should be happy and happy every day. "

"What fallacy? Even if you are rich, you should be done with it. With such a young child, her need for material things is not that great, and if you give her enough care, I have nothing to say. But in material matters, don't get too spoiled with her. Clarie Scott reminded him in a righteous tone.

Dempsey Wilson mocked, "This is the conflict of education between the rich and the poor."

"I'm too lazy to tell you. Emma, lie down and sleep. You're not allowed to play anymore!" Clarie Scott went around to the other side of the bed and lay down.

Emma Scott blinked at her father and obediently lay down beside Clarie Scott. Then she used her small hands to pat the other side of the bed. "Daddy, lie down. We're going to sleep!"

Dempsey Wilson's mood improved a little when he saw his daughter's pure black eyes and he laid down.

Emma Scott hugged Clarie Scott's arm with her two small hands, but her calves had to lean on Dempsey Wilson. She had a small face, she couldn't be happier and more proud.

Clarie Scott didn't know whether to laugh or cry from her daughter's cute actions. She was already so greedy at such a young age.

Dempsey Wilson was originally lying flat on his back, but since his daughter's appearance was really cute and interesting, he decided to just lie on his side.

The little girl was lying in the middle and was unable to stop his gaze from falling on her. Therefore, his dark and unfathomable eyes were fixed on Clarie Scott.