Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil novel Chapter 280

Chapter 280

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Clara was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing.

She pinched Susie’s little nose: “You are the smart one!”

Susie put her hips on her hips and said proudly, “Of course!”

Martin pursed his lips, and the brothers looked at Clara and Susie dotingly.

Susie grabbed the snack and stuffed it into Clara’s mouth: “Mom, eat!”

Clara: “I can’t eat like this…Huh?”

You can eat it!

It turned out that the dried shrimp sticks that Susie had grabbed automatically transformed, which allowed her to eat them.

“Delicious!” Clara’s eyes brightened.

Susie grabbed the cake again and stuffed it into Clara’s mouth: “Mom, eat the cake!”

Before Clara finished eating, she scooped up another spoonful of peanuts: “Ah… Mom, open your mouth.”

After feeding the peanuts, Susie picked up another fruit.

Stuff, stuff, stuff everything into mom’s mouth, just stuff it!

Clara: “Cough cough cough…”

Seeing her coughing, Susie quickly picked up a glass of wine: “Drink,

mom!”

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Clara was almost choked to death, and finally swallowed it, and said speechlessly, “Susie, you…”

But Susie tilted her head and fell asleep snoring in Martin’s arms.

As always, he fell asleep in seconds, with his soft little hand still holding the wine glass.

Clara was speechless.

Martin looked at Susie helplessly, and laid her down.

Ryan layered a T-shirt and a short-sleeved shirt, took off the shirt, and covered Susie.

Michael asked worriedly: “Is it okay to sleep like this? It’s kind of foggy at night.”

Silently, David took the bamboo basket containing snacks and put it on Susie’s head.

The bamboo basket is a flat bamboo basket, because it needs to hold a lot of snacks, and Jonathan just picked the biggest one.

For the time being, it can be called a bamboo basket…

The bamboo basket was like a small umbrella, covering Susie’s head.

“That’s fine.” David said.

Everyone was speechless.

David: “Is there something wrong?”

Clara looked at Susie whose head was covered by a bamboo basket, and the corner of her mouth twitched.

“David, take something to prop it up!”

David: “Um…”

Michael handed over the slippers: “Take this.”

The brothers stared at each other: “Go aside!”

Clara laughed until her face froze: “Michael, do you dare to damage it a little more? That slipper, what if the slipper couldn’t hold up and fell on Susie’s face, it smells like your feet!”

Michael said awkwardly, “My feet don’t stink…”

Martin stretched out one leg, letting Susie lean against him, propping the bamboo basket on his leg.

“Let’s do this first! I’ll go back later, and then take her back.”

Clara nodded, took another breath, and sighed, “Hey, it still smells like wine!”

Susie didn’t sleep soundly, knocked the bamboo basket aside with a bang, and Martin picked her up.

After a while, Ryan took Susie from Martin’s arms, and after a while, David took it.

All the uncles took turns holding Susie carefully, anyway, they just couldn’t bear to let go, and they refused to stop until the jar of wine was finished.

How can we be willing to meet again?

I just wish that the night would be long and the moon could hang in the sky for a little longer…

Finally, the wine was finished, the snacks were finished, and the brothers and sisters still reluctantly lay in rows on the roof, chatting with each other.

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In the dark corner of the stairs, there was a slender figure.