Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil

Eight Kickass Uncle’ Sweet Spoil By Amber Arnold Chapter 320

Chapter 320 Don’t Swipe Your Phone in The Middle Of The Night

Delilah didn’t have time to take a second look.

In the blink of an eye, the mother-in-law disappeared, and she was pushed back to the bed.

Seven said angrily: “Eight, you don’t want to kill yourself! Huh? Who made you get out of bed? I think you didn’t bleed enough!”

Eight pursed his lips and remained silent.

late at night. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

In a rental room in a certain district.

A young girl was sitting on the bed and swiping her mobile phone when she suddenly felt something strange.

She turned on the light and got out of bed, sniffing and walking around the house.

“Strange, where did the smell of dead mice come from…”

She took a broom and scooped up the bottom of the bed, only a few hairpins and coins that had fallen out, nothing else.

“There is nothing!”

She frowned and shook her head, put the broom away, and when she sniffed carefully again, she couldn’t smell the smell again.

“It’s really weird.” The girl muttered, “Call the landlord to come and see it some other day.”

She turned off the light and lay back on the bed, swiping her phone,

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laughing from time to time.

The fluorescent light from the mobile phone screen shone on her face, making her look a bit creepy.

She was so focused on her play that she didn’t even know that there was a girl standing behind her with her head down, her hair drooping, staring at her phone with her, grinning from time to time.

[Recently,… this batch of dolls is called ashes dolls…]

The girl let out a ‘Hey’, and swiped to this in the middle of the night. It was a little scary, and she quickly swiped away.

It’s always easy to get something when you watch short videos late at night.

The girls brushed and brushed, and they brushed to the series of “can’t brush during the day, can’t hide at night”.

She hastily turned off her mobile phone and muttered, “Don’t watch it, don’t watch it. It’s scary.”

She casually throws her mobile phone at the end of the bed. Although she stays up late every day, she also pays attention to “health preservation” – the mobile phone should not be placed next to the bed to avoid radiation.

After the big-hearted girl closed her eyes, she soon smelled the looming smell of dead mice.

She hugged the quilt and turned over, turned on the air conditioner to 18 degrees, and then got into the quilt.

Sure enough, it’s much better, and I can’t smell the bad smell anymore.

The girl was satisfied and gradually fell asleep.

darker night…

The girl wrapped in the quilt only felt colder and colder.

However, when sleeping with the air conditioner on, most people will feel this way, that is, they feel that the air conditioner is colder than when it was first turned on when they sleep in the middle of the night. This is a normal phenomenon.

The sleeping girl didn’t think much, just folded both sides of the quilt, raised her feet, put the quilt under her feet, felt warmer, and continued to sleep.

Early the next morning, the girl was woken up by the alarm clock and struggled to get up.

She cried and said, “I’m so sleepy, why do I still have to go to work? From now on, I absolutely can’t play with my mobile phone at night, and I have to go to bed before ten o’clock!”

Say it, but never do it.

She complained as she got up to brush her teeth and wash her face, and then she smelled the stench again.

When I opened the closet to change clothes, the smell became stronger.

“I’m so angry, where did the dead mouse come from…”

The girl searched for the scent, and her eyes fell on the wardrobe at the bottom of the wardrobe.

This is an old-fashioned wardrobe, and the bottom is a wardrobe connected to the ground.

When renting a house, the landlord said that there were some things in the closet, which were all sundries, and told her not to move them.

The girl curled her lips: “There must be a mouse that died inside.”

She complained and turned on her cell phone, wanting to call the landlord and ask him to come and deal with it.

You can store sundries, it doesn’t matter if she doesn’t use so many cabinets.

But if there are dead mice, they must be cleaned up!

“Hey… Landlord, when will you come over and fix your closet?” the girl asked while changing clothes.

The landlord seemed startled, and hurriedly asked, “Have you opened it?”

The girl shook her head: “No.”

She didn’t have the habit of touching other people’s things, so the landlord said she wouldn’t let her move, so she never touched the closet.

Besides, this wardrobe was also locked, and she didn’t have the time to pick other people’s locks.

The landlord warned: “I’m on a business trip now, and I’ll take care of it when I get back. Don’t touch it. I have some computer accessories inside. If it’s broken, I won’t be able to deal with it.”

The girl said okay, then urged him to hurry up, and then hung up the phone.

She looked at the closet, took out her perfume, and sprayed it on the closet.

Feeling that the scent mixed with the smell of dead mice was even more disgusting, so she had no choice but to find a transparent glue, and glued the edges and seams of the closet tightly.

“For now…”

It seems that it is not as smelly as before. The girl rushed to work, put on

her high heels and left in a hurry.

in the closet.

Several skirts were quietly hanging on the clothes rail, and at the very end, a girl with hair hanging down her cheeks suddenly floated there.

The girl said faintly: “Why are you going to work again, I’m so bored at home…”

She raised her head slightly, revealing a tragically slashed face: “I’m in the closet, why haven’t you found me for so long, and sealed me up…’

The female ghost floated out of the closet and wandered faintly in the

room.

As if very familiar, imitating the girl’s usual footprints, she stayed in the kitchen for a while, standing next to the pot.

Then he folded his hands again, as if holding a bowl of noodles, and sat down on the sofa.

Then she sat on the sofa like this, staring straight at the coffee table in front of her…