Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil novel Chapter 450

Chapter 450 Be good, you bite me

The wolfdog is better than a few days ago, and Susie’s prescription works.

When Alana told it to eat, it reluctantly moved over, as if it was afraid of

eating.

It was burned by rat poison, and eating was no longer a happy thing for it.

Alana put down the rice bowl, picked up the wolf dog with his left hand, and held the spoon in his right hand, scooped up the rice and stuffed it into the wolf dog’s mouth.

“Eat more, the medicine Susie prescribed for you, it seems that you are much more energetic these days.”

“Your stomach hurts even more if you don’t eat it. If you eat it well, your stomach pain will definitely disappear in a few days.”

“Susie has weighed you. With your body, this pot of rice must be fine. You must finish it.”

Every time you say a word, feed the dog a spoonful of rice.

Grandma feeds the dog, mouthful after mouthful.

The wolfhound was speechless.

It had to swallow down, and most of the bowl went into its stomach, and it couldn’t eat anymore.

Alana persisted: “Are you full? No, you’re not full!”

After speaking, he opened its mouth and continued to feed.

The wolfhound was speechless.

Craig was speechless.

He was funny and speechless, this old lady is really bored.

The wolfdog is better than a few days ago, and Susie’s prescription works.

When Alana told it to eat, it reluctantly moved over, as if it was afraid of eating.

It was burned by rat poison, and eating was no longer a happy thing for it.

Alana put down the rice bowl, picked up the wolf dog with his left hand, and held the spoon in his right hand, scooped up the rice and stuffed it into the wolf dog’s mouth.

“Eat more, the medicine Susie prescribed for you, it seems that you are much more energetic these days.”

“Your stomach hurts even more if you don’t eat it. If you eat it well, your stomach pain will definitely disappear in a few days.”

“Susie has weighed you. With your body, this pot of rice must be fine. You must finish it.”

Every time you say a word, feed the dog a spoonful of rice.

Grandma feeds the dog, mouthful after mouthful.

The wolfhound was speechless.

It had to swallow down, and most of the bowl went into its stomach, and

it couldn’t eat anymore.

Alana persisted: “Are you full? No, you’re not full!”

After speaking, he opened its mouth and continued to feed.

The wolfhound was speechless.

Craig was speechless.

He was funny and speechless, this old lady is really bored.

But he didn’t dare to say it directly.

Craig stood up and stretched his waist, walked up to Alana with his hands behind his back, and helped her pick up the bowl on the floor seeing how hard she was working.

Just like this, the two old people squatted at the door to feed the dog with great interest.

The wolf dog looked hopeless, and finally ate a pot of medicated meat and bone rice.

After getting along day and night, Alana didn’t even notice that its hair was a little more shiny than the previous few days, and it looked a little stronger and more powerful.

“It’s still too thin.” Alana shook her head: “Do you want to add a little more?”

The wolfhound was speechless.

It turned its head and looked at Star who was basking in the sun while squinting.

Star turned his head: Don’t look at me, I can’t eat anymore.

At this moment, the wolfdog’s ears suddenly stood up, its docile expression a second ago suddenly became fierce, and a pair of sharp eyes stared at the door.

Alana turned her head to look, but there was nothing.

“What are you looking at?” she asked curiously.

The wolfhound stood up abruptly and barked wildly. Star, who was so docile as to be submissive, made an attacking gesture.

Craig was surprised: “What’s the matter?”

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There was nothing she could do in a hurry, she pinched her fingers and calculated.

Seeing her playing with her fingers, Colt frowned like a little adult, and asked, “How did grandma fall ill? Did anything weird happen at home

today?”

Colt said: “At noon, the old lady was feeding the wolfdog at the entrance of the main building. The wolfdog suddenly barked. The old man was worried that a thief might have come in through the wall, so he asked us to take a look and found that everything was normal. After returning to the house, the old lady fell down. down.”

Susie asked: “Did it fall directly? Or slowly?”

Colt thought for a while: “It fell straight down.”

Susie frowned even tighter.

At this moment, Alana’s brows turned black, her lips turned purple, and she stared and cursed at the air in front of her, looking crazy.

Suddenly she opened her mouth and bit her own tongue hard, and blood spurted out all at once.

Everyone was shocked and rushed to open her mouth. The family doctor was sweating profusely: “The old lady’s symptoms look like epilepsy, we can’t let her bite her tongue!”

But the old lady clenched her teeth and even made a clucking sound, and Craig was terrified-this had to bite off her tongue!

With a cruel heart, he squeezed Alana’s cheeks hard, and went to pick her mouth again, trying to put his hand in for her to bite.

But I don’t know what’s going on, even after using the professional skills of a family doctor, I just can’t open her mouth.

Seeing that the old lady was about to bite off her tongue.

Suddenly a small figure rushed over, slapped her on the face, and said coldly, “Grandma! Wake up!”

Alana was in a daze.

She first saw a female ghost suddenly appear in front of her eyes. The female ghost stuck out her tongue and pinched her with blood from her orifices.

Naturally, she would not give in, she fought with the ghost, and then bit the ghost’s hand, trying to tear the ghost into pieces…

But at this moment, a small slap came over.

Alana was stunned for a moment, her eyes suddenly became clear, there was no female ghost there, only the anxious faces of the crowd were opening her mouth.

Ada: “Madam, open your mouth!”

The old man: “Why bite yourself? You want to bite you and bite me!”

Susie: “Wake up!”

Alana opened her mouth involuntarily, and before she could feel the pain. in her tongue, Craig’s stinky paw slid in.

Craig looked distressed and coaxed in a low voice: “Hey, let’s not bite! If you want you to bite my hand, I have rough skin and thick flesh.”