Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!

Chapter 463: 463: It Must Be Inherited from Cindy

“Let’s let Adrian Zhekova bring both mother and daughter directly, and then we’ll leave together from here for the competition,” said Old Master.

“I think that’ll work.” Old Madam clapped her hands in agreement.

The couple already woke up early, and now they couldn’t sleep at all.

Old Master excitedly called Adrian Zhekova.

At this time, Adrian Zhekova was still sleeping soundly while holding Cindy Clarke.

Ever since he had the fragrant and soft Cindy Clarke to hold while he slept, Adrian Zhekova never woke up early to work on weekends again.

He was sleeping so soundly when his mobile phone suddenly rang, startling him awake.

Cindy Clarke instinctively burrowed into Adrian Zhekova’s arms.

The mobile phone was so noisy.

She hummed before burying her face into Adrian Zhekova’s chest.

Seeing her unconsciously act so coquettishly, Adrian Zhekova’s heart softened.

He lowered his head to kiss Cindy Clarke’s forehead and quickly picked up the phone.

Seeing the screen clearly, he said to Cindy Clarke with a slightly hoarse voice, “It’s a call from the family mansion.”

Cindy Clarke immediately pricked up her ears.

Adrian Zhekova was amused by her reaction and pecked her on the tip of her ear.

Her ears, still covered with soft fuzz, trembled slightly.

Adrian Zhekova finally picked up the phone with a smile.

“Adrian,” Old Master’s exceptionally energetic voice came from the mobile phone.

“Grandfather.” Adrian Zhekova’s voice was still heavy with sleep.

Old Master naturally heard it: “Are you still sleeping?”

“Of course, Grandfather, while you two wake up early, we don’t get up that early,” Adrian Zhekova said.

“I’ll just say one thing and hang up,” Old Master said, “You and Cindy Clarke bring Morgan to the family mansion. We’ll leave the mansion in the afternoon to send Cindy Clarke to the competition.”

“Alright, that’s it. Go back to sleep.” After saying this, the Old Master hung up the phone.

He didn’t give Adrian Zhekova any chance to speak, let alone object.

Adrian Zhekova:

By now, Cindy Clarke had also sobered up and asked, “Was that Grandfather’s call?”

“He wants us to bring Morgan to the family mansion. After we leave the mansion, we’ll send you to the racecourse,” Adrian Zhekova laughed, “It seems that both of them were charmed by Morgan.”

Cindy Clarke couldn’t help but laugh, “What time is it now?”

Adrian Zhekova looked at the mobile phone again, his face darkening, “It’s only five-thirty.”

Cindy Clarke:

Adrian Zhekova held Cindy Clarke: “Let’s continue sleeping. We can still make it to the family mansion if we wake up at nine.”

Cindy Clarke thought for a moment, anyway, Morgan hadn’t woken up yet.

So they continued to sleep.

In the end, the two of them woke up a little after eight-thirty, not quite nine.

After freshening up, Cindy Clarke told the little one that the old couple missed him and that they would go to the family mansion first before heading to the racecourse together.

Little Morgan listened, swinging his head happily, “Ah, my personal charm is just irresistible.”

“That’s true.” Adrian Zhekova carefully examined the little guy and nodded in agreement.

Morgan was surprised that Adrian Zhekova agreed with his words. This was really rare.

But then Morgan heard Adrian Zhekova say, “After all, he inherited my genes.”

On this point, Morgan just couldn’t agree.

He puffed up his little face and said crisply, “No way, my being likable definitely comes from Cindy.”

Adrian Zhekova: