Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!

Chapter 391: 391: This scumbag CEO’s face changes so quickly

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This made Adrian Zhekova very annoyed.

“If one day there’s really a social engagement I can’t avoid, I’ll tell you,” Adrian Zhekova said.

Cindy Clarke nodded, feeling a little embarrassed, and lowered her eyes. Softly, she bit her lower lip and whispered, “Then… I’ll wait for you to come home at night.”

These words made Adrian Zhekova’s heart race even before leaving.

Adrian Zhekova stared deeply into Cindy Clarke’s eyes, then suddenly said coldly, “Get out of the car.”

Such a cold tone, Cindy Clarke had never heard Adrian Zhekova use with her before.

Hearing this, she was stunned.

Feeling a little confused, she didn’t know what she had said or done wrong to make Adrian Zhekova so cold towards her.

So that was how it felt to be treated so coldly by him. It was so unbearable.

Cindy Clarke remained silent and turned to leave the car with a downcast expression.

But she was pulled back by Adrian Zhekova, “What’s the matter? I didn’t say it was you.”

His voice was now incredibly gentle.

Cindy Clarke looked at him in surprise, just to see Adrian Zhekova turn to Cleave Roland, who was sitting in the front, and say, “Get out of the car quickly, don’t disturb our affection.”

This voice sounded so disgusted.

It was as if he was a different person when he spoke to Cindy Clarke.

Finally, Cindy Clarke understood.

It turned out that the command “Get out of the car” was actually directed at Cleave Roland.

Cleave Roland:

He hadn’t reacted to it either.

The scumbag CEO’s face could really change in an instant!

Even the tone of his voice could switch freely.

Cleave Roland quickly got out of the car.

He really wanted to tell the scumbag CEO that he didn’t want to be shown off to either.

“Did I scare you just now?” Adrian Zhekova tenderly pulled Cindy Clarke towards him.

“It wasn’t too bad, I just didn’t know why you suddenly became so strict,” Cindy Clarke said, immediately feeling more at ease when she realized it wasn’t directed at her.

Adrian Zhekova quickly pulled her into his arms, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t talking to you.”

“Besides, no matter when, I would never treat you like that,” Adrian Zhekova quickly explained. “That kind of attitude is reserved for outsiders.”

Outsider Cleave Roland was now standing on the roadside, looking up at the sky, very bitter.

Adrian Zhekova had just frightened Cindy Clark, and now he still felt incredibly heartbroken.

“I know. Anyway, as long as your attitude isn’t gentle in the future, I’ll know for sure that you’re not talking to me,” Cindy Clarke laughed.

Adrian Zhekova chuckled, then kissed Cindy Clarke.

“I wanted to do this just now,” Adrian Zhekova explained. “I couldn’t let Cleave Roland see it.”

“When you asked him to get out of the car, he probably guessed it,” Cindy Clarke said bashfully.

“It doesn’t matter, I want everyone to know anyway,” Adrian Zhekova said triumphantly. “Tell me, how can I let everyone know I’m in love?”

Cindy Clarke:

“Aren’t you going to the company? It’s about time, right?” Cindy Clarke said, not wanting to answer his question.

She only had one friend, Peggy Lewis, so all she had to do was tell Peggy Lewis about it.

Adrian Zhekova didn’t hurry to get out of the car. He pinched Cindy Clarke’s fingers, noticing that her delicate fingers were bare, without any ornaments.

Looking at himself, he was the same.

Adrian Zhekova then had an idea.

“Then I’ll go first,” Adrian Zhekova finally said.

Cindy Clarke nodded.

But she saw that Adrian Zhekova finished speaking and still didn’t get out of the car.

Adrian Zhekova pointed at his lips, “Come here.”

“Didn’t we just…” Cindy Clarke blushed and whispered, “kiss already?”

“It’s not the same,” Adrian Zhekova pointed to his lips again, “I’m going to work now, and you’re going to send me off.”