Cold CEO Pampering Wife Diary novel Chapter 65

"Mr. Sampson..." Sam's face was full of anxiety, he wanted to say something for Bess, but was stopped by Sampson.

"Sam, do as I tell you. Don't worry about her, I have let her go for so many days, and she has also experienced the difficulty in this field. She will understand in the future that my choice is the best for her." Sampson sighed heavily, sat on the sofa, and gently rubbed his temples. He couldn't stop worrying about his daughter. When could she be more sensible.

The cold war between the father and the daughter was like a game, waiting to see who could hold on to the end.

Bess returned to her room and slammed the door. She lay on the bed, feeling both angry and helpless.

"Bess, you idiot! Why did you go home at this time?" Bess tapped her head with her hand, regretting to the extreme. What a fool.

Before she set out, she had expressed her anger at Fred. How would he think of her if she couldn't get back. "I'm not that petty! ! Bess randomly picked up the pillow on her bed and threw it to the door. No way! She must find a way to get out of here. She hadn't stayed in the bar for enough time. The band would lose their future without her help, and she was the backbone of them. And Fred. If she was not there, nobody would watch him quit smoking and drinking. Thinking of this, Bess felt that there was still a lot of burden on her shoulder.

But now Bess could only take the strategy of keeping unmoved! She could quietly leave when her father was not at home.

"Alas!" Bess made a mess on the bed, running about on her legs. Her home was even stuffier than Fred's bar! ! That's crazy! After all this trouble, she still looked down upon her father.

Fred spent the whole afternoon in the bar and didn't know where Bess was. He sat on the sofa by the window, took out a bottle of wine and was about to pour it out when he thought of Bess who had asked him to dry out yesterday. She looked very silly but cute. He chuckled and then put the bottle back. Perhaps it was better for him to listen to Bess. Fred couldn't imagine what he would do if he had to dry out.

He looked out of the window in a trance, and could not help but think about the messy things of Bess. Then Fred suddenly saw a truck outside his bar, and some people carried the things from the car into the bar.

Confused, Fred stood up and walked to the door. These people directly put things on the performance stage as if they did not see himself. Drum kit? With a confused look on his face, Fred wondered if it was Bess who was playing tricks again.

When he walked out of the bar, Fred walked up to the commander and asked in confusion, "What are you doing? "

"Are you the boss of the bar? The man eyed Fred from head to toe and then stopped the commander and looked at him.

"That's right." Fred was confused. 'Does he know me?' "What are these instruments? Did Bess get it? Where is she? " Fred made a wild guess.