Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil

Eight Kickass Uncle’ Sweet Spoil By Amber Arnold Chapter 96

Chapter 96 Please come back

At twelve o’clock at night, if you walk too much, you will always

encounter ghosts, not to mention that Susan walked alone for more than two hours.

Susie asked, “Didn’t the uncle go to look for you?”

Susan shook her head: “He didn’t even know that I was really gone. I cried as I walked, feeling hopeless. What’s the point of me earning so much money.”

Susie’s face was full of confusion: “Then why didn’t you tell him?”

Susan sighed: “I don’t want to say, it’s boring.”

Susie was speechless.

Mitch was speechless.

Martin frowned, he never got involved in other people’s gossip, but this time he really couldn’t listen.

He said coldly: “What are you trying to do?” Those who make money still swallow their anger, so what’s the point of making money. The meaning of working hard to make money is to let yourself not be aggrieved, and live as you want. When someone wants to ride on your head, you can hit him back hard.

Mitch crossed his arms and shook his head: “This kind of non-divorce is what you have to suffer.”

Susie nodded, half understanding and said: “Yes, divorce!”

When it came to divorce, Susan hesitated and said, “Actually, my husband is pretty good, at least he didn’t go out and mess around.”

These words really made people speechless, Mitch didn’t know what to

say.

Susie asked strangely: “Auntie, isn’t this what it should be?”

Two adults got married together, isn’t it the right thing to do to abide by the agreement?

Susie remembers watching TV where her aunt and uncle got married, and they swore solemnly:

Love her and be faithful to her, whether she is poor, sick or disabled, until death.

How could something that should have been done become an advantage.

Susie felt that she was still too young, and she wanted to break her brain, and she couldn’t understand the truth of adults.

Susie shook her head and said seriously: “Auntie, I will help you drive away bad luck today. I hope you will be brave in the future. Say no to things you don’t like!”

Susan froze, looking at Susie who was only a few years old in front of her. Suddenly, I felt that I was not even as good as a child.

In fact, sometimes she also wants to say no loudly, regardless of the noise. But in the world of adults, where are there so many reckless acts?

She was afraid that the quarrel would have a bad effect on the children, and she was also afraid that the quarrel would affect her mood and make others laugh.

Once she had a big fight with her husband, and as a result, she couldn’t write a single word for three days. In the end it wasn’t over.

So it’s useless to argue, it’s better not to talk.

Susan babbled and continued to complain, but her eyes gradually became dull and dull. Like an unconscious wooden man, mechanically repeating her complaints.

Mitch withdrew his hand and said, “Okay, take it now!”

I could hear him getting irritable.

Martin looked at Susie nagging with doubts on his face, but suddenly saw a shadow on Susan’s shoulder.

Martin was shocked in his heart, and when he looked carefully, there seemed to be nothing, as if it was his illusion just now!

Susie’s eyes shifted from Susan to the wimp on her shoulder. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Following Mitch’s example, she asked solemnly, “What’s your name? When were you born and where did you die?”

The coward frowned, hesitated, and said, “My name is Ford.”

Susie suddenly raised the gourd and said loudly, “Ford, do you dare to promise me when I call you?”

Mitch covered his face and asked speechlessly, “Juicy, who did you learn from?”

Susie blinked: “It’s like cartoons!”

She asked suspiciously, “Is there a problem?”

The corner of Mitch’s mouth twitched: “No problem.” But which ghost would go in with her obediently?

Sure enough, the coward was still lying on Susan’s shoulder, looking at Susie with a constipated expression.

Susie innocently put down the gourd and said, “Okay, I’m sorry!”

The coward’s words suddenly choked in his throat.

Susie asked again, “How did you die?”

Susie looked serious, she didn’t regard him as a ghost at all, and she didn’t look down on him in any way.

The coward was silent for a moment.

“I was beaten to death.”

Just when Mitch thought a coward wouldn’t know how to say it, he didn’t expect him to say it so easily.

“When I was fourteen, I moved with my parents and transferred to a junior high school.”

That junior high school was not a key school, it was very messy.

He has a silent personality, doesn’t like to talk, and doesn’t like to play with his classmates.

Over time, the male classmates felt that he was out of group and began to reject him.

“It started with me walking down the corridor and they booed and it turned into shoving.”

“Textbooks were thrown out of the window, and there were often dead frogs, bugs, and snakes in the desk drawers. They wanted to see if I could scream like a girl.”

“Later, being beaten became commonplace.”

Susie asked: “Then you tell the teacher!”

The coward laughed at himself: “The teacher said, why would they bully me if they don’t bully others.”

Susie was speechless. It turns out that there are also bad teachers, just like the French teacher.

Not all teachers are good people.

“Then you can tell your parents!” Susie was anxious.

You have been bullied so many times, why don’t you tell your parents?

The coward didn’t say anything, just shook his head.

Mitch opened the booklet and asked, “So how did you die?”

The cowardly ghost said: “One time, they pushed me in the school toilet, and I somehow pushed that classmate aside. He didn’t seem to expect that I would resist, so he fell to the ground.”

There was an uproar all around, and the male student who fell to the ground felt that he had lost all face.

So they blocked him on the way home from school, dragging seven or eight people to beat and kick him.

“After beating me, they laughed and left. I felt pain all over my body and walked home. Along the way, I felt more and more pain.”

When he got home and saw his mother cooking, he went back to the room without saying anything.

“My mother asked me to eat at night, and found that something was wrong with me, and asked me what’s wrong?”

Susie: “What do you say?”

Coward: “I don’t want to tell her about my being beaten, so I just say it’s nothing.”

Stayed until midnight. He finally couldn’t hold it anymore. Drenched in cold sweat, consciousness began to slacken.

“I could clearly feel that I was getting closer to death. I panicked and

called my mother. However, my parents were arguing. I was right behind the door, shouting with all my might, through a crack in the door. But no one heard it.”

So he died of such pain, he died of hemorrhage in the liver, and died of internal injuries.

When the coward said this, remorse and hatred appeared in his eyes: “I regret it, really, I regret it. I regret why I didn’t tell my mother earlier, why didn’t I say it when she asked me! I can’t die, I don’t want to die.”

Having said this, the coward burst into tears!