Domineering Master's Favorite

I threw my mother's suicide note aside, buried my head deep between my legs, and burst into tears.

Why, when I thought that the days to come would be happy and happy, God turned all this into nothing?

Why, when I managed to untie the knot that had been in my heart for a long time, God made another knot in my heart, no matter what methods I used, I couldn't untie it?

Why, all of this, what is it for. . . . . .

I cried for a long, long time, until I was tired from crying, until I dried up my tears, until, crying so much that I felt that it was useless to continue crying.

For some reason, at this moment, the appearance of Leng Ruichen appeared in front of my eyes.

Perhaps, looking for him to accompany me can make me feel better.

"Brother, I'm going back to my room first." I got up and said to my brother.

"Okay, stop crying." He smiled at me.

I nodded and turned to leave.

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Back in my room, I picked up the cell phone next to the bed and dialed the number I was familiar with.

"eah i got a phd

i don't need a fake id

yeah you females know of me

i'm so sick with no iv

j to the u to the s to the t

bieber fever's in the streets

touch to realize i'm a beast

i'm a beast

i'm a beast" I quietly listened to the ringtone of my phone, held my breath, and waited for the familiar gentle words.

Sure enough, he answered the phone, and what imprinted on my ears was a doting tone.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

I sobbed, which made him even more anxious and distressed.

"What happened? Who bullied you?"

"Chen...I..." I faltered and said.

"What's wrong with you? Can't you tell me if there's anything else?" In his tone, there was some annoyance, some blame, and more pity.

I tried to hold my voice down so that it was normal.

"I...my mother died..." Speaking of this, my heart became painful again.

Over there, there was a deathly silence.

On the phone, I was the only one left sobbing pitifully.

After a long time, there was a little sound over there.

"When did it happen?" The tone over there was full of surprise, doubt, and pity. . . . . .

"I heard from my brother that there was a car accident on her way home today. Can you come here once?" I begged him pitifully.

After being silent for a while, he continued, "Okay. Wait for me, I'll be here right away."

I happily hung up the phone, walked to the window, and looked out the window without blinking.