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.”

knows. My

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When the parrot saw Susie coming back, it fluttered its wings and tried to fly

a good

house that had not been specially furnished could be fatal for parrots,

was tethered to Susie’s room for the time being and would be

parrot, heartbroken. The little one must

usually like this, not very good temper. You do not feel

Susie smiled,

expression, Susie reassured him in turn, “It’s really okay Grandpa. I did also not like

why adults had to ask their children to be polite. Maybe adults think it’s polite, but their children didn’t think so. What own was your own, so why should you give something you like to

so small,

you

he stroked her head

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

them were torn out by the aunt, but she forgot to take some that she hid inside the book

one of the

to play in the strange forest. Grandpa, look, 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,

his

was surprised to find himself

animation.

had their lives. Look at this, people could not help but calm down,

of all of Susie’s words, thought about it,

Craig thought that Susie liked to paint, so he

were enjoying looking at the paintings, there

downstairs and the maid came up

is back.”

hand and said, “Come on, Susie.

David pushed his wheelchair, and Alana, who was sitting