Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

Chapter 603 People Offended Me Again Anne pulled the suitcase and pulled the old man for him to come over.

"Come on, old man, let's go over there and sit," She had a strong attitude, as if it was only natural for the old man to follow her.

Lilly stood up and said angrily, "Grandpa doesn't want to go, why do you forcefully drag him away!" Anne looked at Lilly as if she was watching a joke.

"Who said the old man is unwilling, you? Why can you speak for him?" She rolled her eyes.

Lilly could drag the old man to listen to the story by herself, but it would be a problem if Anne wanted to invite the old man? What a moral hypocrite.

Anne rudely pushed Lilly away and said, "Old man, let's go!" Lilly staggered and stood up quickly so as not to fall.

In an instant, Old Mr. Crawford, Old Mrs. Crawford, who were sitting on one side, Margaret, who was sitting on the other bench, and Blake, who was leaning on the fence by the sea... All stood up! Their eyes were extremely cold, and Blake came over in an instant, raising his hand to grab Anne.

However, before his hand touched Anne, he saw a blur in front of him - with a whoosh sound, Anne flew across the air, and fell into the flowerbed like a spring onion! The blooming flowers rattled and shook, as if frightened.

Lilly snorted, and cursed viciously, "If people don't offend me, | won't offend them. If people offend me, | will be courteous to give in for once, and if they offend me again, | will end them!" However, soon Lilly regretted it, regretting that she didn't aim properly, she should have thrown her into the trash can far away! Mistake! Blake was stunned.

Who did she learn this from? Anne flustered and pulled herself out of the flowerbed, her hair was messed up like a crazy woman, in fact she was about to go crazy! "You... How dare you hit someone..." She was so angry that she could not speak.

Lilly held her hands on her hips, raised her chin arrogantly, "Yes, | hit you! So what! Anyway, you are not allowed to interview the old man!" Blake stopped in front of Lilly.

Of course Anne didn't think she was thrown away by Lilly. Firstly she didn't see it clearly, and secondly she didn't believe it, so she stared at Blake fiercely.

"What's the point? You can interview the old man yourself, but | can't? You are hooligans!" Lilly frowned, "We are not interviewing! You are, you are exposing the old man's scars." Anne laughed angrily.

Oh, if they go to the old man to listen to the story, isn't that exposing his scars? While her interview would be? Besides, she was not interviewing, she was just sitting and chatting with the old man. For so long, there were netizens who were concerned about the whereabouts of the old man. After she posted the follow-up on the internet, it could be regarded as an explanation to the netizens, so as not to let everyone worry about it.

Her intention was good, it was to reassure the netizens, and it would not cause any trouble to the elderly, so why reprimand her! Angrily, Anne took off the leaves from her head, threw them on the ground, and said angrily, "What a double standard! Besides, it's up to him whether he is willing or not. Who are you? What qualifications do you have to decide for him? You are so selfish! How right do you think you are? You are just feeling good about yourself!" It was undeniable that she was good at arguing.

The old man sighed softly and stood up tremblingly.

He didn't want the young people to quarrel, anyway, he didn't have much time, so it didn't matter if he agreed to another one.

"It's okay, kid," He patted Lilly's head, "Thank you." He was very grateful, because there were countless people coming and going, interviewing him and chatting with him, some for money, some to satisfy their own curiosity.

However, only she really loved and cared about him, and said she would let him see his wife.

The old man knew it was impossible, but he was really grateful for her kindness.

"Just for a moment... It doesn't hurt to say it again.” To Lilly, it sounded as if he was saying, it wouldn't hurt to punish him again.

"No," She stubbornly stopped him, holding the old man's hand, "Let's leave her alone." On the side, Old Mrs. Crawford handed the phone to old Mr. Crawford, and said in a hushed voice, "Take a recording!" Just in case.

Old Mr. Crawford - the mobile phone holder - was holding the phone in a familiar manner with his arms folded. You could not find him holding the mobile phone unless you looked carefully.

Old Mrs. Crawford walked over and dissuaded her, "Old buddy, ignore her. Come with us, some people's rude requests can be ignored." Anne saw that the old man had agreed, but the lady was thwarting everything. She refused to admit defeat and came up again, rushing over to grab the other hand of the old man.

Lilly pulled out the unlucky spirit with her backhand and smashed it on her head.

The unlucky spirit was holding a deck of cards, "2?" Oh he was alive! Come on! "Get out of the way!" Blake pushed Anne away with a cold face.

Originally, he wanted to throw her into the trash can, but when he saw the old man holding the phone, the unlucky spirit came out again.

Of course, he did not need to do it himself, so that if they really ended up on the internet, he would not have left something that people could use against himself.

Anne was not Blake's opponent at all. Blake seemed to push lightly, but in fact it was very strong. She was caught off guard and twisted her feet— When she was about to fall, he would subconsciously stretch out his other foot to make amends.

Unexpectedly, just as Anne stretched out her other foot to stabilize herself, this foot also twisted! Like a big crab running amok, she staggered and flew out by herself, bumped into the trash can, and stuck her head down into the trash can.

Boom! After Anne fell headfirst, she quickly grabbed the sides of the trash can and wanted to get up, but she didn't expect her center of gravity to be off balance, and instead she fell into it.

Old Mr. Crawford holding the mobile phone, "..." Bystanders could see it clearly.

He looked puzzled, why did this woman fall into the trash can by herself? He could clearly see through the filming, she didn't fall when Blake pushed her away! That was, the left foot was twisted, then the right foot was twisted; and when the right foot was twisted, the left foot was twisted again, and she was thrown into the trash can like she was doing a dance.

Old Mrs. Crawford said, "Let's go!" Blake said, "Go to Woollen Wharf, I've already booked the boat ticket." The bed and breakfast they lived in was opposite the Bondee Beach. It was more than 40 kilometers by car, but it was very close by boat.

Blake raised his hand, supported the old man steadily, and brought him directly into the boat.

The old man with his feet almost in the air, "?" On the boat, old Mr. Crawford looked at old Mrs. Crawford and saw that she didn't intend to stop him, so he continued to record.

Old Mrs. Crawford sighed, "Why did you entertain her? She wanted to pull you to sit down as soon as she came, and you really went." The old man felt a little dazed after getting on the boat, remembering his promise to his wife.

He murmured, "What does it matter... Anyway, | don't want to live anymore, | can do something before | die... Even if she wants to make money, it's good to help her earn a dollar..." Lilly said, "Grandpa, don't say that again, you have to live well and see grandma well." The evening breeze was cool, and the old man did not speak for a long time.

Alas... Why lie to him? For a moment, he really believed it, and his heart beat violently, feeling inexplicably excited.

However, when he calmed down again, only the vicissitudes of life remained in his eyes.

People could not be resurrected.

How could it be possible to see her, how could it be possible to see her again...