Mia is Not a Trouble-Maker! Chapter 487: I'm Not a Man

Chapter 487: I’m Not a Man

Translator: Henyee Translations    Editor: Henyee Translations

Alex nodded with a rea.s.suring expression. It was impossible to check the

surveillance cameras. He would only destroy them more thoroughly. He could not let the old lady know that he had brought Amelia out that day and climbed over the wall in the morning. Otherwise, the old lady would chop him up with her bare hands.

After everyone left, William asked nervously, “Uncle, you won’t really restore the surveillance cameras, right?” Alex said, “Uh-huh. What do you think?”

William:

Alex stood up, pressed William’s head, and grabbed him roughly. “Men must be calm when something happens.” With that, he flung his army green jacket and walked out coolly. Soon, the SUV barged out.

William muttered softly, “I’m not a man. I’m a little boy.” A little boy would not have a stomach full of evil tricks.

Amelia changed into a little black dress. After some thought, she felt that something was wrong. It was Sister Sara’s birthday, so she had to wear something more festive! She changed into a red dress, but something was wrong. It was Sister Sara’s birthday, so she should be the main character!

Amelia immediately changed into a pink tutu dress before she was satisfied.

Seven stood on the table and rolled his green bean eyes. He cawed, “Black, red, yellow, white, green, blue… You can choose any style…”

Amelia giggled and found a pair of white loafers to put on. She picked up a small wooden comb and combed her hair, but she was clumsy. After tying it up for a long time, her hair was still a mess.

“Aiya!” Amelia threw away the comb angrily and said with a bitter expression, “It’s so difficult to comb my hair!” She knew how to wear clothes and shoes now. She could brush her teeth, wash her face, and take a shower, but she didn’t know how to tie her hair! She looked at Seven and thought, “Why don’t we cut off a little of my hair?”

The more Amelia thought about it, the more she felt that this was feasible. She wanted to cut her hair short so that she wouldn’t have to tie her hair! She would do it just like that! She immediately opened the cabinet to look for scissors. When she finally found the scissors and was about to do it, Emma suddenly pushed the door open and entered with a kite in her hand. “Mia, let’s fly a kite!” In the end, she saw Amelia preparing to cut her hair. Emma was stunned. “Mia, what are you doing?”

Amelia said, “It’s too much trouble to tie my hair. I’m going to cut it.”

Emma was instantly excited and threw away the kite. “Right, right? You think tying your hair is annoying too, right? 1 want to cut my hair too. I want to cut my head bald so that I don’t even need to wash my hair!”

Amelia was speechless. ‘That’s not very nice, is it?’

Amelia: “If it’s cut bald. it’s a little monk… Noe it’s a little nun!”

Emma didn’t care about that. As long as she didn’t have to wash and tie her hair, she would be a little nun!

Emma: “You’re smart if you don’t have hair. Look at the bald heads in the cartoons. They’re all so good-looking! Please call me Bald Emma in the future! ”

Amelia was stunned.

Seven was still swaying his body to ignite the fire. “Bald, bald! Don’t worry about rain!”

Emma asked, “Mia, do you still cut it? If not, cut it for me.”

Amelia nodded quickly. “Yes, but I don’t want to cut my head bald.” She didn’t think it was good to be bald. The top of her head would still be cold. She pinched the small scissors and started with her bangs. However, these scissors were safety scissors. They were designed to prevent her hand from being cut, so they weren’t very sharp. Amelia had to spend a lot of effort to cut off a tuft of hair.

Emma shook her head. “No, you didn’t cut it like this.” She took the scissors and stuck them into the hair on the top of her head. “Look, it has to be like this…” She wanted to impress Amelia, but the scissors were really blunt. It would take a little grinding. Emma worked hard and finally cut off a tuft.

“Look!” Emma held the hair proudly.

At this moment, Emma and Amelia were so immersed in the game of cutting their hair that they had long forgotten what they wanted. The more they cut, the more excited they became. They took turns. When Mrs. Walton came in, she was dumbfounded. “What are you doing?”

Amelia s.h.i.+vered in fear and dropped the scissors in her hand. She quickly put her hands behind her back and shook her head. “Grandma, we didn’t do anything.”

Mrs. Walton looked at their horrible hair and the corners of her mouth twitched. Help… She was going to have a heart attack! The two cute little girls now had hair like dogs had gnawed on it. Emma was even more exaggerated. She was bald!

Emma did not know if she was dead or alive.. She even looked in the mirror and asked happily, “Grandma, does my hair look good?”