Daddy Is Embarrassed

I'm sorry, Daddy.

"Daddy, help me wash my hair." The boy pointed with his little finger at the little head.

Ever since Dempsey Wilson was young, he had always been helped by others, and he had never done these things for anyone before.

Hearing that his son wanted to wash his hair, he didn't know how to do it.

"How does your mommy usually wash you?" Dempsey Wilson was a bit frustrated. The great young master was actually troubled by this matter.

"Mommy always carries me on her lap and washes me." The little guy said in all seriousness.

Dempsey Wilson looked at his pants and shirt. They were very neat, but in order to wash his son's hair, he had to pull the shirt out of his pants and squatted down to wash his son's head.

However, because he didn't know what to do, when he squatted down, his pants suddenly made a hissing sound.

His trousers... It was broken!

The little guy also heard the strange sound, and then he raised his little voice and shouted, "Mommy …" Mommy, come in, something's happened! "

Clarie Scott was playing with her daughter in the living room. When she heard her son's shouts, she thought that something big had happened, so she quickly abandoned her daughter and ran to the bathroom.

Dempsey Wilson obviously didn't expect his son to be so deceitful, even calling this woman in to watch him make a joke.

His handsome face was flushed red. After his son screamed a few times, he immediately stretched out his hand and covered his son's mouth tightly.

"Ugh …" The little fellow's eyes widened as it shook its head in dissatisfaction.

"Dempsey Wilson, what are you doing?" The moment Clarie Scott rushed in, she saw Dempsey Wilson cover his son's mouth with his hand, which made her even angrier.

Dempsey Wilson froze up, and quickly moved away his hand that was covering his mouth. He heard Frank Scott say with a smile, "Mommy, look, Daddy's pants is torn."

Hearing her son's words, Clarie Scott instinctively looked towards Dempsey Wilson's pants.

"Don't look!" Dempsey Wilson had never been in such a difficult situation before. With his two big hands, he stood in front of his male elephant body.

However, Clarie Scott still saw it. She couldn't hold it in and laughed happily: "So Boss Wilson also likes to learn to wear open pants like his son. Interesting."

"Clarie Scott, I order you to turn around immediately …" Dempsey Wilson's handsome face was flushed by this woman's words.

Clarie Scott curled her lips in disgust. "I saw it, so I read it. I didn't break the law, so what right do you have to order me?"

Frank Scott, who was standing at the side, revealed a proud smile. Dempsey Wilson suddenly understood that his son wasn't helping him at all, but was making things difficult for him. This time, he had really screwed up.

Dempsey Wilson had to leave this time. When he left, his hands were still in front of his pants. He would probably remember that feeling for the rest of his life.

Behind him, the woman couldn't hold back her laughter.

Dempsey Wilson cursed in a low voice. Could this woman still have some face? He actually dared to look around brazenly.

Initially, Clarie Scott was still brooding over her son's aversion to her taking a bath, but after seeing Dempsey Wilson's joke, her mood immediately turned smooth.

"Mommy, don't worry. No matter how much that idiot Emma likes Daddy, I'll still stand on your side. I definitely won't betray you." Frank Scott truly felt sorry for Mommy. As long as it was something good for Mommy, he would always fight for her position.

"As expected of my biological son!" Lili held her son's face and kissed him crazily. After kissing him, Clarie slowly bathed her son.

When Dempsey Wilson walked out of the living room, he saw his daughter sitting on the sofa by herself. Her hands were clumsily folding a piece of paper. No one knew what she was doing.

"Daddy, can you help me fold a plane?" When Emma Scott saw that her father had come out, her face was filled with joy.

Dempsey Wilson saw that his daughter wanted him again, so he smiled and said gently, "Okay, wait a moment. Daddy will come upstairs to change into a pair of pants."

Dempsey Wilson ran to his bedroom on the second floor, picked a set of casual clothes and changed into them. When he went downstairs, he saw his daughter's troubled face.

He immediately walked over and took his daughter to sit on his lap. He was very good at origami planes. Not only did he know how to fold aircraft, he also knew how to fold small boxes and birds.

"Yea, Daddy is awesome!"

"Daddy is so good to Emma, Emma really loves daddy!"

Every time the little guy got a new item, he would immediately clap his hands together and shout happily. His excited look made it seem as if he had received a good reward.

When Clarie Scott walked out with her son who had just finished his bath, she saw a very warm scene in the living room.

Emma Scott was beaming with happiness as she enjoyed herself with her father.

"Mommy, big brother, look, Daddy helped me break it, it's so beautiful!" Emma Scott turned around and looked at Mommy and her brother. They were holding the things Dempsey Wilson gave her as if they were treasures. She was laughing extremely happily.

"It does look good. Emma, can you give these items to Big Bro for safekeeping?" Mommy gave you a bath, then played! " Clarie Scott immediately squatted down and said gently to her daughter.

"En, big brother, this is for you. Help me keep it safe, don't break it!" Emma Scott reluctantly placed the items on the table and followed Clarie Scott back to the bathroom.

When the mother and daughter entered the bathroom, Frank Scott combed his hair, revealing a small face that was exactly the same as Dempsey Wilson's. Although he was young, his aura was also very powerful.

Dempsey Wilson crossed his legs and leaned against the sofa. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at his son with an enigmatic gaze.

Frank Scott suddenly felt that his dad's sitting posture was very impressive, so he followed suit and learned.

His little legs were crossed with great effort, his little hands were cozily wrapped around his chest, and his pair of big, clear eyes were half-closed as he looked Dempsey Wilson in the eye.

The young and the old man didn't say anything as they sized each other up.

"Frank, just tell me your opinion of your father. I promise you, if any part of your father's identity dissatisfies you, your father will do his best to change it." Dempsey Wilson said with a tone of discussion.

Frank Scott snorted lightly: "Daddy, why haven't you come to find us and Mommy for so long? Mummy suffered so much, suffered so much. "

Dempsey Wilson's aura weakened. He helplessly touched his forehead and said while weighing his options, "It's not that father isn't going to find you guys, but father doesn't even know your birth. If you have to blame, you can only blame your mother for not revealing your matter to me in time."

"How can you blame Mommy? Mommy has to take care of Emma and me everyday, how can she have the time to contact you? " Frank Scott forbade him to put the blame on Mommy.