Tangled Up In Blue

Chapter 38 The Best Grandson

"Oh my God Achoo! "

When she was having a dream, her nose suddenly itched. All of a sudden, Poppi could not help sneezing. She rubbed her nose and was about to turn over to continue sleeping when she heard the dissatisfied voice of the lady of the house. "Little Turtle, it's noon. Haven't you got up yet? Do you want to piss me off? "

"Oh my God Grandma... " She yawned and tried to open her heavy eyes, but she was not used to the harsh sunlight and raised her hand to block it.

The old lady sat on the bed and shook a grass in her hand. Seeing that Poppi seemed to wake up, she rubbed the grass on her nose again and asked, "Little Turtle, are you itchy?"

Poppi struggled to sit up and took a glance at the bedroom. Then she laughed to block the old lady's "attack". She giggled and said, "grandma, don't be ridiculous! Where's Malcolm? "

"Downstairs." With a smile, she urged, "come on, get up. Let's go to play the game of fight the landlord."

"Grandma, you are still fighting! My headache is killing me. I don't want to play it. Let Cora and Malcolm sit with you to play it! "

The old lady looked at Poppi with disgust and pointed at her head as she said, "you... You deserve it! It would be a headache if she drank so much! Why did you get my grandson to hold you upstairs? Tell me, did you do it on purpose? "

"What? !" Hearing this, Poppi was shocked with her mouth wide open and her face flushed immediately. She said awkwardly: "Malcolm, did he bring me here? Last night? How? Holding me like a princess? "

Knock, knock, knock

While they were talking, someone knocked on the door. Poppi looked over there and saw that Malcolm was wearing home clothes. He leaned against the door casually and said: "grandma, lunch is ready."

Knowing it was him, Poppi's face was even redder, like a cooked shrimp, biting her finger. Then she withdrew her eyes from Malcolm, jumped out of the bed, and helped the old lady out of bed.

The old lady walked to the door, patted on Malcolm's hand and said, "thank you very much for cooking!"

"Not at all. It's my honor to cook for grandma!" Hearing that, Malcolm smiled faintly and put his hand on the shoulder of the old lady. Although they were not close to each other, it was his limitation. He said, "grandma, let's go downstairs."

Poppi, in her pajamas, stretched herself and said, "I'm going to wash my face and brush my teeth. It won't take long."

none of my business!" The old lady snorted and didn't even turn around.

to worry about. She actually

It's

roar of Poppi from the second floor. He

hair was casually tied to the back of her neck. When she saw Malcolm was pouring the noodles in the kitchen,

he handed the spoon directly to

and whispered, "Mr. Malcolm,

Malcolm coldly interrupted her and said, "one more thing.

know why you

of the sentence, when she felt Malcolm's more fierce sight, Poppi shrank her neck and laughed

annoyed with her. Without a word, he turned around and left. After a few steps, something

car? Is Mr. Su in the car? " "What

carefully and after a while, he said slowly, "it's good that you don't

"Humph!"

noodles cooked by Malcolm were quite delicious. And Poppi nodded her head as a response. Sure enough, he was her grandson! But she was also happy to have a chance to eat the noodles made

it's time. Turn on the TV, quick!" After finishing her meal, she trotted to the living room and said, "I want to watch a funny show. It's the program which made fun of people.

and asked, "grandma, which channel? I'll

could I know?" The anchorwoman's voice came from the news channel. The old lady pouted and snorted, "it's new again. There isn't so much

I'll get it for you right

saw Poppi bowing. His heart beat out

of the

channels with the remote control, the old lady suddenly stopped, "go back! Watch the news just

Oh! " Poppi fell back

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the voice of the news made Poppi's heart clench. Looking at the serious expression on his face,

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