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.

Damn him! Why? Why I deserve it? I am the victim.

do not dare to offend him. I can only swallow the complaints

Just know he was so gentle appearance, and after a blink, he treats me like a stranger.

go to work this month.” He says.

don't go to work, what shall I eat, and how to return your money?!” I

for three days' leave. Steven Song is kind to me. I am already grateful that he doesn’t deduct my salary. If

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

will be in jail.” Frances Louis says coldly, and

I am so angry but can’t speak out. I can only call Steven Song

is the 23rd. I can go to work next month. I exploit the advantage perfectly.

I cook the meal, and Frances Louis sits opposite me, eating

tastes the sweet and sour ribs and says with a

shake a bit. So I put all the sugar into the pot.

I will be careful next time.” I answer him

frowns. I am about to say something when my cell phone

me, so

Yes, as I expected.

are in hospital.” My mother asks.

Then she changes the

not turn the phone on now, also dares not go out of the house, how long will us suffer a day

feel very tired, don't want to listen to my mother say one more word, and hang up

Gibbs came to the hospital to see me. My heart is very lonely. I feel I am

see me even if she knew I was in the hospital. Is there only

up and looks at