Domineering Master's Favorite

Later, I heard a burst of crisp footsteps on the stairs, and there seemed to be a sound like mosquitoes, not really mosquitoes, but their voices were very soft. - -

Anyway, I don't have time to take care of these. I think they should be discussing my mother's affairs.

Since I entrusted the matter to them to investigate, it can show that I believe them, even though the ending is unsatisfactory.

Thinking of this, I sighed helplessly again.

"Girl, what are you thinking? You're so absent-minded." Leng Ruichen lightly gave me a "bang chestnut" on my head, then picked up the milk at the side, brought another cup, and poured a glass of milk into the cup Pass it to me.

I took the milk, took a sip, and put it down.

Then, I didn't move my chopsticks for a long time.Because I have been thinking about my mother, I don't understand, who did my mother offend?

I heard from others that someone deliberately put a timed explosive in the trunk of the car. . . . . .

I don't want to think about what happened next.

Why?What exactly is this for?

Mom, it's impossible for her to mess with someone.

It must be those of us who don't let her worry, because of personal reasons, I killed my mother. . . . . .

It's all my fault, everything happened because of me!

It must be that I provoked someone, that's why he killed my mother to take revenge on me.

I have never understood why that person didn't take revenge on me, but took my mother's life to take revenge on me?

Didn't he think it would be easier to take my life away?

After thinking about it, tears fell down in big drops, dripping into the porridge in front of me.

Seeing me like this, they were about to speak to comfort me, but I spoke to them first.

"Everything happened because of me! I must have caused trouble outside, so they want me to taste the pain of losing a loved one!" I said out of control, pushing away the bowl of porridge in front of me , it was smashed by me like that.

I lay down on the table, crying loudly, not paying attention to my disguise at this moment, it was being torn apart by me.

"Don't cry." Leng Ruichen never knew how to comfort a girl, and her tone was a little unnatural.

"Xue'er, don't cry..." My brother also comforted me in embarrassment.

do not Cry. . . . . .What an ironic, but familiar font.

Scenario to reproduce:

"Father, don't! I don't want to do this! Xue'er is afraid!" A little girl who is less than eight years old is being tied up by a man with an expressionless face at this moment, making me unable to move.

Then, the man took a rope and prepared to tie it around my body.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

But it turns out that all of this is just my imagination.

"Don't cry." The man became a little impatient, and slapped me hard, so hard that the corners of my mouth were bloodshot.

Then, before I could finish crying, he pushed me off a cliff.

Unfortunately, the rope broke. . . . . .

Fortunately, there is an ocean below, but I can't swim. . . . . .

I closed my eyes in despair and waited to die. Anxious shouts came from above, but there was only the sound of wind echoing in my ears, nothing else.

Later, it was my brother who rescued me.

That time, I was in a coma for half a year.