"Haha!" Bobby laughed at her rcilessly, "No wonder Enna loves to say you look like a little pig, you really are one."
"Take it."
Pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger, that’s exactly describing her.
The pretty little girl was teased into being a pig, pouted her little mouth in grievance, but accepted the toy from her brubby’s hands, and instantly smiled like a small sunflower. She imdiately showed off her new toy to Scott Harris next to her, "Uncle Harris, it’s Gigi."
She raised the toy doll, aning that this doll looked like her.
Her brother very ungraciously mocked her, "Give it a rest, you’re not that pretty. Do you have such big eyes? Is your mouth that small? The little pig doll I bought you before, that’s you."
One great thing about Gigi’s personality is her generosity.
She’s not at all like other little girls her age, who cry at the drop of a hat. She’s constantly ’bullied’ by her brother in various ways, yet she can continue to happily cling to Bobby to play.
So Bobby’s usual jabs don’t faze her at all, she’s clever enough to pretend she didn’t hear a thing, continuing to show off her new toy to Scott Harris.
Scott Harris adores her and imdiately gives her face by saying, "She’s the First Young Lady, the First Young Lady is the cutest."
"Hee hee, Uncle Harris... cute."
Anyone who calls her cute is cute.
As for her brubby, if he says she’s a pig, then she’s a pig.
If Bobby knew what she was thinking, he’d definitely give her a hard ti, but unfortunately, while Bobby is smart, he doesn’t have mind-reading skills, so he doesn’t know she’s secretly disparaging him in her heart.
He looked back and saw that Olivia and the others were already coming over.
Turning his head, he held the little girl’s hand, who was giggling, and said to Scott Harris, "Uncle Harris, it’s about ti for dinner, let’s head back."
The Dubious Man next door should have been waiting to the limit by now.
If his woman doesn’t co back soon, with the Dubious Man’s stingy personality, he’s definitely going to be angry.
That’s just what he was thinking.
Enna’s phone started ringing.
"Wait a second, I’ll take this call."
She separated from Olivia and Emily Goldsmith, walked to the side, took out her phone, and when she saw the Caller ID, smartly held the phone a bit away and answered it.
"..." She didn’t even get the chance to say hello.
The man’s low roar already ca from the other end, "Enna, what ti do you think it is now, you’re not back yet! Where are you? I’m coming to find you."
After the person on the other end finished roaring, she then put the phone to her ear and said, "By the beach, I don’t know the exact spot either."
"Get Scott Harris to send a location, I’ll co over right away!"
"No need to co, we’re already in the car ready to head back." Enna anticipated what he wanted to say and interrupted him, "At most 3 minutes, I promise to be back in 3 minutes."
"..." Damn it, how did she know what I was going to say?
However, the damn good mood improved considerably.
Even the annoyance from waiting all afternoon dissipated quite a bit.
Baron Lawrence didn’t want to admit that his good mood stemd from a single sentence where Enna casually guessed his thoughts, he pressed his thin lips, and although his tone was still hard, it was noticeably softened in Enna’s ears, "You said 3 minutes, if you’re not back within 3 minutes, don’t think about sleeping tonight. One additional minute, one more ti. That’s it, I’m waiting for you!"
What "one more ti" ant couldn’t be more obvious.
He seed to think this idea was pretty good, and before hanging up the phone, he added, "Enna, don’t co back too fast, it’s okay to be a bit slower."
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