Domineering Master's Favorite

I lowered my head, wringing my fingers restlessly.

Are you asking your brother directly?

No, no, with his personality, he will definitely not tell me, and he must be perfunctory again, saying to me: "It's really nothing, it's because you think too much."

At this time, I thought of the lyrics of "Thinking Too Much".

"Yeah I think too much and I say the same

That's the only reason to comfort me

i think i did something wrong

Although you don't say it may be my fault

It's too late for me to realize that I love you too much"

Am I thinking too much?Is it? Is it?

What a hassle, what should I say.

By the way, why didn't you find your mother at home today?

So, I pretended to ask my brother casually.

"Where's mom?"

Hearing my question, his body stiffened involuntarily, and the expression on his face was too dark.

Now he has turned into an African.

"She, it's fine." In order to prevent me from getting suspicious, the expression on his face immediately returned to a slight smile, but he probably didn't know that his smile at the moment was uglier than crying.

Hearing his evasive words, I was even more convinced that something had happened to my mother. He said this because he was sad because he didn't want me to know.

"You lied, what happened to her?" I stopped talking to him jokingly, and my expression suddenly became serious, and my tone was cold, anxious, and scared. . . . . .

"Xue'er, calm down!" He stood up and slapped my shoulder heavily, no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't escape.

I simply gave up the idea of ​​struggling, bowed my head and burst into tears.

"I'm calm? How can you tell me to be calm!" I yelled at him, my voice choked up.

When my brother saw me like this, his eyes showed deep distress and pity, he hugged me in his arms, and patted me on the back gently.

The embrace at this time is not between lovers, not between friendship, only. . . . . .

between siblings. . . . . .

"Brother, tell me, what happened to Mom?" I hugged my brother's waist tightly, hoping to gain some sense of security.

"Then I told you, don't cry, don't make trouble, and don't make the house go crazy." He said to me, with a sense of humor in his tone.

I gave him a hard look, and said, "I hate you, what time is it now! Then I promise, I won't cry, I won't make trouble, and I won't make a fuss at home."

He gave me a meaningful look, thought for a while, then nodded and told me.

"Mom, on the way home, there was a car accident."

No matter how hard I try to prepare, I don't let myself lose control.

However, after hearing the news, the protective wall that had been built with great difficulty just now collapsed in numbers.

At this time, my world was completely shattered, leaving only pieces of residue.

"I don't want it, I don't believe it!" I yelled out of control, holding my head tightly in my hands, unwilling to believe it all.