Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil

Eight Kickass Uncle’ Sweet Spoil By Amber Arnold Chapter 165

Chapter 165 Why not

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Mitch said: “So don’t use your son as an excuse. You just want to go back because you haven’t lived enough. You have kept the money for a lifetime, but you don’t have to enjoy it when you are old. You want to go back and enjoy it before you are willing to leave.”

The old lady in the clothes seemed to be exposed, and she muttered while picking up her dentures: “I just didn’t have time to say it, I just didn’t have time.”

Susie understood.

She straightened out her logic a bit and said: “Because you still have a lot of money to spend, you don’t want to leave, and you don’t want to dream after death because you want to come back alive and spend the money, so you want to rob my mother’s body. Yes Is that right?”

The old lady was in a hurry, “No. It takes time to dream, and it may not be my turn to have so many people dreaming! My son is about to sell the old house, am I in a hurry?”

“I really do it for my children,” she insisted. “I really do.”

Mitch raised his hand and sealed the old lady’s mouth.

Generally speaking, grieving ghosts wandering in the world cannot be seen by relatives, and there is no way to dream.

She is selfish. He loves and keeps money, and he didn’t tell his son about the buried gold bars until he died. After he died, he found that the money really couldn’t be taken away.

Mitch looked down at Susie: “How do you think about it?”

Susie thought about it. That’s a lot of money.

If her money is taken by someone else, she will be very sad.

Susie said: “Then tell the grandma’s son first, let him dig out the gold

bars, so that he can buy a new house instead of selling the old house.”

Mitch nodded, “Hmm. Then?”

The most important thing is how to deal with this old lady.

Susie didn’t think too much about it, and said, “Just like my aunt who just broke her stomach, just send it to Fengdu!”

Where people stay with others, where ghosts stay with ghosts, it’s very simple.

Mitch asked, “Now, I’ll give you a chance. I’ll tell your son Tomon about the gold bars. You just need to tell me your son’s name and where he comes from.”

The old lady in clothes opened her mouth, but she refused.

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him. This is

couldn’t help interrupting her: “But

say something more, but Mitch raised his hand: “It’s fine if you don’t say anything, anyway, I don’t care about money, I just care

half of the old lady’s legs disappeared, and the old lady became anxious immediately, still speaking

also disappeared, at the last moment, the old lady had no choice but to tell her son’s name and

but if she really can’t spend it, it’s better to have

and said, “Look, isn’t

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Susie: “I learned!”

and Kellen were

little

corridor completely dissipated, and Wade’s

the other hand, stood

soul came back together, and her memory

and Michael, and tremblingly said, “Susie,

Michael quickly looked at Clara and

her eyes, Clara nodded

Martin froze in place.

the

do you remember me?” She looked at Clara in

didn’t even dare to reach out to touch her,

“Sorry, Susie!” she said.

suddenly burst

threw herself into Clara’s arms and hugged

as if I finally saw my mother, and all the grievances could

longer be hidden.

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cried and said, “Mom went to heaven, and Dad doesn’t like

sobbing, and the tears were falling down: “Auntie fell down the stairs by herself and said I pushed it. Mom, I never did it. But no one

talking, and the grievance that had been cured was turned out again at this moment. She just wanted her mother to hug

Clara’s heart ached.

hating herself for being blind, and hating herself even more for being incapable, why couldn’t she create a

mother’s fault!” Clara

head: “It’s not mom’s

was heartbroken. Her cute baby is always

but saw her slowly

anxious that he

her eyes and said, “Don’t worry, uncle, mom is

why can’t I

looked at Michael suspiciously: “Maybe it’s just that you can’t

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