Chapter 441 Aunt?
Susie yelled and went into the bathroom, and the scent of washing was clattering, and the fresh scent of shower gel could be smelled outside.
The coward shook his head and laughed, and grabbed the hypocrite: “Let’s go, observe for a month, if it doesn’t work, feed it to the gourd.”
Playa Ghost is far away: “You are not afraid of his stink!”
Now when I see a hypocrite, I always feel that he is full of maggots.
The coward said nothing.
Of course I hate it.
But in order to prevent Bao Bao from encountering a hypocrite, he can do it for him.
The hypocrite cried: “Everyone is evil ghost, isn’t this cannibalism?”
The coward smiled: “We are different, not the same as you.”
The coward dragged him into the gourd.
There is also a detention place in the gourd, which they call the observation room.
The female ghost in the wedding dress is still inside… Although they played mahjong together, when they came out, they were still afraid that she was hiding something sinister like the bald man, so they were temporarily locked up.
The female ghost in the wedding dress is almost suffocated to death!
“Let me go out, I still want to go out.” She said pitifully: “I have no dissent, please believe me!”
Then I saw the hypocrite was locked in.
Susie came out with wet hair, wrapped in a pink and soft bath towel, looking around.
Seeing no one (ghost), then ran fast, got clothes and put them on.
Wade knocked on the door and came in, and said, “Are you ready? Go eat and pick up Zion !”
After listening to the hypocrite for so long, it was almost nine o’clock.
Alana actually took a look, but somehow left quietly.
Susie rubbed her hair carelessly with a bath towel: “It will be fine soon~’
Wade came in and saw her brushing her hair carelessly, it turned into a chicken coop.
He couldn’t help laughing, and ran over to pick up the towel: “Let me help you!”
Little Wade gently helped her dry the water droplets in her hair, and then took the hair dryer to blow his hair.
When Martin pushed open the door, he saw Wade clutching Susie’s hair profusely in sweat, holding the hair dryer awkwardly.
“Wait a minute, it will be ready soon!”
His eyes were anxious, and he wanted to dry his hair quickly, but he was afraid of hurting Susie. His small hands imitated Mr. Tony in the hair salon, shaking slightly, and rubbing Susie’s head from time to time.
Susie sat on the ground, raised her head and said, “Slow down.”
“Don’t pull my hair out, I don’t want to be bald like Lucy.”
Martin couldn’t help laughing, this scene was really warm.
Susie’s eyes lit up, and she immediately turned her head to look: “Uncle!”
Uncle is back!
Susie immediately got up and ran over.
Wade turned pale with fright, and ran after him, pulling out the hair dryer.
Susie ran ahead, and Wade chased after her with a lock of her hair, dragging a hair dryer behind, and shouted: “Wait! Wait!”
Susie threw herself into Martin’s arms, and Wade didn’t stop the car.
Martin hugged both of them, and said speechlessly, “Let go of my sister’s hair.”
How can you be so stupid that you don’t know how to let go?
It wasn’t until Wade realized that he let go of his hand.
Hey, Dad hugged him too? How could dad be so gentle with him?
Just thinking that, Martin let him go, and Wade fell straight down.
Fortunately, he had long legs, and he could reach the ground in no time, but he saw his father hugging his sister and walking away with a doting look on his face.
Wade chased after him, muttering, “Am I my own?”
“Is this my own father?”
After going downstairs to eat, Martin took Susie and Wade out, David went to the hospital first, and Colt followed behind with a food box.
**
At this moment, Zion is in the private hospital.
Zion was sitting on the hospital bed, the very good-looking little boy had
a look of resentment at the moment.
My sister hasn’t seen him for seven days.
It is understandable to go to kindergarten from Monday to Friday.
But neither Saturday nor Sunday.
This Monday, they must all go to school and will not come to pick him
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