C88 Director Ji Still Wants to Go on a Blind Date

When Emma Scott heard that her father's words were useless, tears started rolling down her face. She was sobbing, but she didn't dare to cry loudly.

"Emma Scott, what did Mommy teach you? Good habits to keep, bad habits to change, how can you lead the pony into the living room? Do you know how much trouble you will cause to maid by doing this? "Look at the mud on the ground, go clean it up yourself." Clarie Scott had no choice but to use her mother's authority to reprimand her daughter.

"Sweep, sweep …" The little guy started to be stubborn. His short legs started to run as he wanted to look for a broom.

Just as Uncle Rory walked in and heard the conversation between Clarie Scott and Emma Scott, he immediately comforted her gently, "Little Miss, don't run anymore. You don't need to sweep the floor. I'll have auntie sweep it later …"

"Uncle Rory, don't get used to her. Let her sweep by herself." Clarie Scott said with a ruthless heart.

Uncle Rory stood aside helplessly. Miss Scott was quite strict in educating her children. However, this was like a mother's demeanor.

The little guy ran around the huge living room and gasped for breath as it ran back in front of Clarie Scott. "I didn't find a broom …"

"Uncle Rory, can I trouble you to bring the mop over?" Clarie Scott immediately said gently to Uncle Rory.

Emma Scott's small face twitched. Mommy is so heartless. She has already run a long distance and her legs are tired, yet she still wants to sweep them away.

"Miss Scott …"

"Uncle Rory, it's okay. She often helps with housework at home. This is a good thing." Clarie Scott, on the other hand, felt that she had to teach her daughter a lesson. Otherwise, she would become even more lawless in the future.

"Alright, I'll go get it!" Faced with Clarie Scott's plea, Uncle Rory could only turn around and bring a bucket and a mop over.

Emma Scott's small face immediately tensed up. Mommy really allowed her to sweep the floor.

"Emma, hurry up, don't eat unless you mop up the floor." Emma Scott sat down on the sofa and said with an imposing manner.

Emma Scott looked at the mop, then back at Tang You, resigned to her fate and began to drag the floor with her two short hands.

Frank Scott was sitting on the sofa and didn't dare to move. He was more obedient than ever.

"Frank Scott …"

"Here!" The little guy originally thought that it wouldn't affect him, but when he heard Mommy's dignified shout, he immediately tensed up.

"Hurry up and help your sister! You too! " In order to be fair, Clarie Scott didn't even spare her son.

Frank Scott laughed bitterly and jumped off the sofa with his short legs and walked over slowly.

"Idiot Emma, it's all your fault, why did you anger Mommy?"

"Big brother, my hand hurts so much, can you help me drag it out …" "Sure!" The little guy felt that its little hands had become useless after dragging it around twice, so it immediately sent a distress signal to its older brother.

"Aiya, I'm so angry." As an elder brother, Frank Scott couldn't refuse his sister's plea at all. He could only take the mop from her and continue dragging the floor.

Clarie Scott leaned against the sofa with her arms crossed in front of her chest, watching the two kids do their chores in the living room. Only then did her heart calm down a little.

However, this was only the beginning. Who knew what would happen in the future that would give her a headache?

That man's educational philosophy was really too bad. He would have to buy a few books on education to let him know what was good for the children and what was too much for them. It was a bad example.

A train was speeding down the road under the red light of the lanterns.

Dempsey Wilson leaned against the back seat lazily and closed his eyes to rest.

He had just left the company, so it was time for him to have dinner with his grandma.

Grandma was in her early sixties, and she was full of spirit. Dempsey Wilson was almost unable to bear the elder's deep concern.

In the dining room on the eighth floor of the seven-star hotel, there was a luxurious private room with several old ladies of the same age sitting there. Each of them was shining with jewels, exuding wealth and oppressiveness, among them was an old lady with a head full of silver hair and gold-rimmed reading glasses, her temperament was the best, her aura the most imposing, even though her hair was already grey-white, but her skin was well-preserved and looked like it was only in her forties, matched with her naturally white hair, which was coiled behind her head, looking and radiant.

This was the old lady from Wilson Family, Dempsey Wilson's grandmother.

"Old Madame of Wilson Family, you're really lucky. I heard that this seven-star hotel is owned by your grandson. Tsk! Tsk! You're really too generous to be here to enjoy delicious food with me. We are truly honored."

"That's right. Old Madame of Wilson Family, your good fortune is yet to come."

Facing the flattery of a bunch of old ladies, Old Madame of Wilson Family's face was brimming with a satisfied smile. However, there was still a trace of regret hidden behind this smile.

"What are you talking about? I'm already this old and I don't have many years to live. I don't care about money, I just want my two grandchildren to get married and have kids. I'll be able to enjoy the happiness of seeing my grandchildren." Old Madame of Wilson Family said with a rueful smile.

Upon hearing Old Madame of Wilson Family mention her children, the granddaughters of the other wives all lowered their heads bashfully.

Three people of about the same age sat at the scene. All of them were young and beautiful, looking like they were extremely well-groomed.

However, they were here today for the same reason.

That was because they were hoping that Dempsey Wilson would fall for them later. Thus, although they looked friendly on the surface, they were secretly competing with each other.

The big chested girl shook her body a few times while the tall one talked about her proficiency in martial arts. The pretty girl would lift her long black hair from time to time. In short, there was a good show going on between the three women.

Old Madame of Wilson Family was also secretly observing the situation. Actually, she didn't ask for much, as long as her grandson liked her.

In any case, these were all beauties of prestigious families. No matter how bad they were, the etiquette they received since they were young would definitely not be any worse.

Old Madame of Wilson Family only had one wish left, so her grandson quickly picked one and brought it home to have children.

Just as the atmosphere in the room was getting tense, the door opened and a tall, upright man walked in. Everyone was staring at him, including the elderly wives.

The man wore a formal black suit with a matching black shirt. His temperament was both reserved and mysterious.

The most breathtaking thing about the man was his young and handsome face. Beneath his handsome eyebrows was a pair of eyes as deep as the sea. His tall and straight nose gave off a sense of pride, and his thin and perfect lips were slightly curved into a smile that was not a smile.