The Beloved Barbaric Wife of the CEO

Odd girl

"Yes, Papa knows." Frans downed the water in half. At first glance he saw his wife's face and then returned to see Kinar. The girl's eyes were already glazed. "Papa's just not sure about him yet, Kinar," continued Frans slowly.

"Not sure where it is, Pa? He's a handsome, tall. If you go to the condition is not shy, Pa," said Kinar, counting the advantages of Arjun with fingers until Frans was a little upset. The only child that actually assesses the physical first than others. It looks so weird.

"Is that all you're considering? If you want, Papa can look for someone more handsome than him. Papa's business colleague's son is a lot better than him. Seedlings, bebet and weight are guaranteed."

"But I love her only, Pa. Arjun is the superior seed. The seedlings that Papa calls are not comparable to the seeds he. Most seedlings are as good as any sprouted gabakalan if there is no love to water," replied Kinar poetic ass. Tears shed a drop. His heart just hurts more. Only Arjun was stuck in the chest. If the father presents Lee Jong Suk, even a inch he will not falter.

Frans sighing. Facing Kinar and discussing seedlings made him suddenly a plant trader. Even his back had been leaned back in the chair, the old man again exhaled a long breath. "Love will fade as loved does not exist."

"I mean Papa?" Kinar removes the tears of sadness that wet the cheeks.

"If he likes you for being physical, eventually it will fade away because people will age. If he likes you for the material. Papa's sure he's a jerk you don't fight for."

"But he's not, Pa. He's a sincere man. You know that, don't you?" kinar said, his eyes implying a great hope. His father wanted to fulfill his desire to marry Arjun.

"Yes, Papa knows. He's a good man. But good men aren't always good, Kinar. Goodness has its limits too. If it's good, he can be used by others. He'll be chalked up to people. And you'll be hard yourself."

"But I don't care. I like him. I want him. I just want her to marry him."

"Don't be too obsessed with people, honey. There is a saying, don't over-invest on feelings. The feeling is ambiguous. It can falter even with just the wind. I don't want you to regret."

"I'm not going to mrs. I'm sure about him. But Papa doesn't know his true nature. I'm sure Papa's been watching him all along. So why are we being blocked now. Errors and shortcomings Arjun where to try? He's a sincere man, Pa."

"Actually the fault is in you," Frans said. He looks growling.

"Well, how?" Kinar's forehead folded. His eyes looked in wonder at Frans then at the mother then back to Frans. "What am I wrong?"

"Papa wants to nanya. Five years of college, what did you get?"

Kinar. Caught with wild moving eyeballs

"What you do abroad is just the same cooking course to the orphanage. All those years you've been doing that activity, routine."

Kinar was silent. Suddenly my tongue when remembering the conditions before deciding to go back to college five years ago. He wanted no family to visit him. You can only communicate by phone. He really did not expect the father to know his activities other than learning.

"Where are the college results? You are our hope."

"And I have always said that I do not want to go to college" said Kinar defending himself. As if I didn't feel guilty.

"Then what are your hopes? The marriage? Just a housewife?" Frans' words paused. The old man had trouble holding back his anger until his wife gave him a light caress in the arm. ''You are Angel Group's hope, Kinar. What happens if the leader knows nothing?"

"Yes the company Papa who holds. I know nothing."

"You!" Frans' blood flow seemed to gather behind his neck. The stocky man immediately held a tense nape. It felt as if the blood flow was slowly starting to climb up to the crown. "Ma, call Arjun here" he continued, lifting up from the chair and leaving behind a very wide smiling Kinar.