Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil

Chapter 14 Can’t Handle Things

Susie silently withdrew the painting from her hand.

Craig suppressed his anger and educated, “Lulu, my sister gave you a gift because she wants to be friends with you. It’s not right for you to push people.” He looked at the broken doll on the floor and couldn’t help but frown.

Lulu was particularly petulant, and she cried every time he said something serious. Sure enough, she immediately burst into tears, stomping her feet and shouting, “I don’t want it.”

Susie gathered her courage and handed the painting to Lulu, “Don’t cry, sister. This is my gift to you.”

Lulu looked at the painting in her hand and pushed her away, “Who wants this? Get out of here.”

When David’s wife, Mara, heard the talk, she came up and said, “Lulu, be good.” Then, she turned to Craig, “Dad, Lulu is still a child.”

Craig reprimanded, “You have to teach her when she is young. I have said this more than once, how do you teach her? How can she live in a society when she grows up if she was so rude at such a young age?”

Mara bowed her head, “I got it, Dad.”

Craig angrily led Susie away.

When Lulu saw that her grandfather ignored her and left, she cried even more and ran into her room and dropped everything on the table.

Mara was not happy, thinking that the old man spoke too heavily. She could teach her children, so why should others tell her what to do? Even if this was the child’s grandfather, not.

Craig and Alana were nice enough to respect her and hardly ever interfere with her chores, but she was usually very filial to them. There should not be a better daughter-in-law than her, right?

She just insisted on the issue of children. So what’s wrong with her concept?

Lulu was the Murray family’s youngest daughter. Even if she did not work in the future, she would also live very well.

Mara walked into the room and coaxed Lulu nicely, “Okay, Lulu is a good girl. Don’t cry.”

Lulu cried even harder, “I won’t. I won’t.”

“Mommy knows. My little

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Susie back to his room. When the parrot saw Susie coming back, it fluttered its wings and tried

makes a good

lot of things in a house that had not been specially furnished could be fatal for parrots, such as the fact that Alex

time being and would be released when Alex got used

the parrot, heartbroken. The little one

not very good temper. You do not feel

smiled, “It’s okay,

really okay Grandpa. I did

polite. Maybe adults think it’s polite, but their children didn’t think so. What own was your own, so why should you

so small, yet she

you

he stroked her head and said,

became focused, “I like to draw. In the past at Daddy’s house, I drew

aunt, but she

of the

there’s a flowering vine here, a necklace made by Miss Spring. Uncle Stone fell in half when he rolled down from the mountain, but lucky grass grew out of the cracks,

Alex all quieted down, tilting his head now

surprised to find himself in

animation.

were bright and colorful, and a flower and a stone had their lives. Look at this, people could not help but calm

picture of all of Susie’s words, thought about

Craig thought that Susie liked to paint, so he could see if his friend

looking at the paintings, there was

came up

is back.”

and said, “Come

his wheelchair, and Alana, who was sitting in it, said in