In My Desperate Time

I am afraid about his concern.

Every time he calls me over, I couldn't get out of bed the next day. Now my waist is not good, if he tortures me again, I will lose half of my life.

Reluctantly, I go over and stand in front of him.

Without speaking, Frances Louis looks at me quietly, her eyes as gentle as water. His gentleness makes me feel that he is not looking at me, but want to see someone's shadow from me.

I don’t ask. I don’t dare to, nor want to.

My 1.6-meter-figure is completely crushed in front of Frances Louis's 1.8 or higher height, and my neck is a little sore.

I still have an injury on my waist. It hurts after standing for so long. I don't have such good spirit to waste time with him here.

“What?” I can’t help asking.

My arm is seized by him and moved forward. I slip into his arms defenselessly.

He holds me in his arms, put his head on my head, rubbing my back, and finally his hand settle on the right of my waist.

“Does it hurt?” He presses lightly, and I inhale deeply.

“You tell me.” I roll my eyes.

It hurts if you don't touch it, let alone when he presses it.

“You deserve it.” He says and then pushes me away. His face blackens again.

Why? Why I deserve it? I

I want to complain but do not dare to offend

so gentle appearance, and after a blink, he treats

go to work

and how to return your money?!” I roll my eyes and say

I have asked for three days' leave. Steven Song is kind to me. I am already grateful that he doesn’t deduct my salary. If I continue don't going to work, it will make

Rich people like Frances Louis do not understand the sufferings of the poor. How am I going to get out of

your brother will be in jail.” Frances Louis says coldly,

I can only

23rd. I can go to work next month.

cook the meal, and Frances Louis sits opposite me,

“It tastes not good.” He tastes the sweet and sour ribs and says

sweet. When I put the sugar, I pull my waist and my hand shake a bit. So I put all the sugar into the pot. I

will be careful next time.” I answer him casually.

dissatisfied with my attitude and frowns. I am about to

Not many people would call me, so I can guess who it is.

Yes, as I expected.

in hospital.”

changes the subject quickly.

now, also dares not go out of

feel very tired, don't want to listen to my mother say one

My heart is very lonely. I feel I am alone in this world, I only have myself to depend on.

And my mom didn't see me even if she knew I was in the hospital. Is

and looks at me, knowing