C81 I Don't like the Fact That My Son Is too Much like Him

I don't like the fact that my son is too much like him

It was the first time that he cutely leaned into his father's embrace. Then, he sighed lightly: "Daddy, your imagination is really rich, and you're even playing Transmigration, think too much, hurry up and sleep."

Dempsey Wilson was stunned. He suddenly felt that it was ridiculous that he said such childish words like a child.

The next morning, Clarie Scott was woken up by the alarm clock. She turned it off, glanced at her sleeping daughter, and got off the bed quietly.

While washing up in the bathroom, she stared at herself in the mirror and suddenly recalled the feeling of being kissed by Dempsey Wilson Qiang last night.

She brushed her teeth with such force that it was disgusting that the bastard had kissed her.

After Clarie Scott tidied herself up, she dragged the half asleep Emma Scott downstairs.

Downstairs, Frank Scott was already sitting in front of the dining table with his dad. Frank Scott was wearing a suit that looked like an aristocrat, with a head full of short black hair, combed back by Dempsey Wilson. At this moment, one big and one small, they dressed exactly the same way, from head to toe.

At this moment, even his sitting posture was the same, fierce and domineering.

Clarie Scott was stupefied when she saw this scene.

Her beautiful eyes widened again and again. When she confirmed that it was her son, Frank Scott, she frowned.

What kind of aesthetic feeling did this man have? Why did he change her son's moe appearance to an unpleasing sharpness like his?

No way, no way. She firmly refused to agree. She had to comb down her son's little Liuhai, so that it would conform with his three years and ten months of innocence and cuteness.

"Mommy, I still want to sleep a bit more. Please, let me go upstairs and sleep a bit more. I promise, I'll just sleep a bit …" Emma Scott was just a lazy bum who begged Clarie Scott in a slightly pampered manner.

"Emma, this won't do. Look at how your brother has woken up. You must go to school with him. Be obedient." Clarie Scott had no choice but to solemnly reject her daughter's plea. This kind of lazy attitude must be corrected.

Dempsey Wilson glanced at them with a solemn gaze. Seeing his daughter's lazy look, his mood instantly turned good.

Her tall and big body had already left the table and she came to her daughter and squatted down, "Emma, what's wrong? "You don't look like you're awake. Did you not sleep well last night because you didn't sleep with your dad?"

Clarie Scott: "…"

Did this man even have face left? His daughter was born to love sleeping. What did it have to do with him? He had truly taken himself seriously.

"Daddy, I want to sleep a little longer. Mommy won't let you …" The moment the little fellow saw its loving father, its eyes immediately reddened with grievance.

"Come, let me hug you for a while. I'll carry you to eat breakfast, okay?" Of course, Dempsey Wilson couldn't let her go back to sleep on the bed, but he could hold the little guy in his arms and let her be lazy for a while longer.

"Daddy is so nice. Emma loves you so much!" The little guy was so happy that he was about to fly up to his father.

However, he was dragged back by Clarie Scott halfway through her pounce. "Can you stop relying on your daughter for everything? This way, you'll fuel her anger, and once you become accustomed to it, it'll be even more troublesome to discipline her."

"So what if I hug my daughter? Your daughter is still so young. You can't ask her to follow all the rules like an adult. " Dempsey Wilson felt that Clarie Scott had taught him too harshly. He felt sorry for his daughter.

However, Clarie Scott felt that Dempsey Wilson would spoil his daughter sooner or later.

Both of them had their own opinions, not allowing each other to take even a single step.

Frank Scott swung his short legs and slowly walked over to stop them, "Daddy, Mommy, if you guys still don't eat breakfast, it will become cold."

After that, Frank Scott grabbed Emma Scott's small hand and said, "Come here, I'll accompany you to eat. Don't make mommy angry, okay?"

Emma Scott had always listened to her brother ever since she was young. Even though her brother always bullied her, she was still willing to be coaxed by him most of the time.

"Big brother treats me the best, hee hee hee!" Emma Scott immediately smiled like a little fool and followed her brother to the table.

Hearing his daughter's words, Dempsey Wilson suddenly felt an arrow piercing his heart. This little thing, it said that dad was the best just now, but now that it turned around, it became the best brother. Ai, since little lovers are so fickle, what should he do in the future?

Clarie Scott was in a hurry to get to the company, so she couldn't be bothered to argue with this man anymore. She sat at the dining table and started to eat breakfast.

As she ate, she took a peek at her son's new hairstyle. The more she looked, the more Dempsey Wilson looked. This feeling was really annoying.

Thus, she stretched out her hand and patted her son's well-groomed little head. In an instant, her son's hair was completely ruined.

"Look, my son is so handsome. It's better to comb through his bangs. He's the most handsome!" Facing her son's strange expression, Clarie Scott immediately pinched his cheeks with a smile.

"Mommy, why are you messing up my hair? It took me so much effort to learn to comb my hair." Frank Scott had an unhappy look on his face.

Dempsey Wilson also felt that the woman's actions were weird. When he heard his son's protest, his gaze froze.

Clarie Scott curled her lips, "Who asked you to be like your father. Do you know how to comb your hair to show that it's old? "You're already so old. Don't mention that you're my son when you go out."

"Mommy, you didn't ask us to mention it …" Frank Scott felt even more wronged.

The expression on the face of the person sitting on the table opposite to him turned extremely ugly all of a sudden.

His son had imitated him by combing an identical hairstyle, yet this woman had scolded him for his age. Had she also scolded him in a roundabout way?

Is he old?

For the first time, Dempsey Wilson suspected that he might really be a bit old, but was a 27 year old man considered old?

Didn't you say that even at forty, there is only one flower? This woman has a serious problem with her aesthetic perception.

Clarie Scott choked on her son's words. But very quickly, she said with a serious face, "Mommy is still not used to you changing your hair style. A child should look like a child."

Dempsey Wilson immediately interrupted, "Clarie Scott, you really care about that. What kind of hairstyle does my son like, you also have to care. Or, are you against me? You don't like my hairstyle."

Clarie Scott was stunned. This man's IQ is still online? That's right, she was beating around the bush and disdained his hairstyle.

"Since you think so, that's what I mean." Clarie Scott couldn't even be bothered to reply in a perfunctory manner.

"You …" Dempsey Wilson was thoroughly angered. No one had ever dared to judge his appearance. This wasn't the first time this woman had done this.