Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil novel Chapter 288

Chapter 288

Zoey was thinking about something when the note in her hand was suddenly snatched away.

She frowned, “What are you doing?”

Her brother smiled, “Let’s see what this little girl wrote for you.”

He couldn’t wait to unfold the note, only to see a bird and a turtle drawn on it, as well as several ones and a string of zeros.

It didn’t look like a phone number, he counted it unwillingly, in case the Murray family had money, the phone number was specially bought…

The result disappointed him, the phone number has 11 digits, and here there are only eight digits.

That little girl must be three or four years old, she can’t even write her own number, she’s really stupid.

“Sister, do you think that little girl will call you?”

Zoey took back the note and said lightly: “The child is on a whim, do you think she will hit?”

Zoey and her younger brother thought about it, then curled their lips and said, “Yes.”

But the Murray family is really rich. If that little girl calls her sister and gives her a few million or something, he won’t have to work hard for the rest of his life.

Hey, why are rich people so rich, but ordinary people have to work hard to make a living?

If only the Murray family’s money could pay him off…

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Aoyama Cemetery, Jonathan picked up Susie and asked, “What did you just run around? Huh?”

Susie squeezed her fingers: “I feel that the times are calling.”

Jonathan was speechless.

Wade interjected: “That’s a mission, not an era.”

Susie nodded seriously: “I feel the call of duty.”

Jonathan couldn’t stop laughing, you are a four-year-old kid, and you have a mission?

Here Martin is discussing the relocation of the grave.

The brothers were surprised, but after hearing what Susie said, they all said it was okay.

Craig was stunned, and frowned: “Why do you want to move the grave suddenly? Nonsense!”

Martin calmed down: “Susie said that the ancestors didn’t like it here.”

Craig paused, oh, Susie said that?

That’s fine.

But he still insisted: “Even so, the time is too rushed. It’s too late…”

Martin raised his hand and looked at the time: “When I just came in, Susie had already said that she would choose the southwest location.”

“I just bought the cemetery over there.”

“The relocation team, etc., have been arranged, and the car is waiting outside.”

Craig was speechless.

Martin added: “Susie said today is a good day to relocate the grave.”

Craig had nothing to say.

It’s really unbelievable, but if these words were said by his granddaughter, then everything must make sense.

Craig waved his hand: “Understood, as long as you make arrangements.”

Michael took a sip of mineral water, poured some more in his palm, rubbed it, and muttered in a low voice:

“Don’t blame the ancestors, the ancestors give way, be careful to dig your feet.”

There really is an ancestor on the tombstone.

You were squatting to watch the excitement, only to find that you dug into your own tombstone?

Martin shouted from a distance: “Susie, come and pay respects to your ancestors, we will move the tomb later.”