[Tutor] I'm really just a weak dodder flower

Life at home is the same as it is at school.

I still go out every morning, busy dating all kinds of men like a spinning top, and then come home at night to admire my great father's face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

I know he's always been ashamed of having a courtesan daughter.

To be honest, I had no intention of correcting him, it was quite unnecessary.Even if I help him solve a lot of troubles with a bunch of achievements, he will not think that the path I am taking is correct. In the final analysis, what is wrong is not my way of life, but my origin.

I should not have been born at that delicate time.He has a thousand ways to suspect me and my mother, but he is proud of the excellence of my brother who is related to me by blood. He thinks that women are superficial and powerful, just like I think men are all stupid.

The biggest disadvantage of dating off-campus is that my personal safety is not guaranteed.

It's not the safety guarantee away from Rush, but the level that is more difficult to talk about.

I casually threw my expensive handbag on the bed and lay down on my back.The scenery in the line of sight is layer upon layer, and the blurred phantom makes people feel very uncomfortable.

I wanted to drink some hot water, but there was only cold water in the bedroom in the middle of the night, and I didn't have the guts to go out and change the hot water for myself.

My stomach seemed to be stirred by an invisible hand, and I couldn't help but staggered up and ran into the bathroom, throwing myself in front of the basin.

The bedroom door was opened.The young woman in the uniform of a maid gently placed the new water bottle on the bedside table. She turned around and looked at my distressed appearance, as if hesitating to leave just like that.

For a moment, I merged the facial features of the Filipino maid with Coulom.

Thanks to the drunkenness, I can't accurately recognize the appearance of the person who came, so I simply took her as Kurom.

I may have suffocated a bit too much.I think.

"Talk to me," I panted heavily and leaned against the basin, angrily making the next decision for her, "You should watch the night today, you won't be able to sleep if you go out anyway."

The family headquarters is roughly divided into the combat department and the logistics department. The logistics department where the Filipino maids are located is not large, and one or two sober people are reserved every night to be on call at any time.I closed the bedroom door a little loudly just now, she should have heard it.

The woman walked quietly behind me and looked at me.

I have to say that she is very measured. I don't want people to see my face, because I know what kind of embarrassment I look like.I wanted to praise her with a smile, but before I could say anything, the undigested food in my stomach rushed out of my throat.

"vomit……"

I probably threw up for a while.There was a sour smell mixed with alcohol in the bathroom.

"Damn it." I took the towel soaked in hot water from the woman, and cursed fiercely, "That idiot actually tried to get me drunk and dragged me to the hotel... vomit..." I didn't finish my sentence , the contents of my stomach rushed out again, I had to throw the towel, and lowered my head in front of the basin again, spitting out all the food that couldn't be kept.

In fact, my alcohol capacity is not particularly bad. As early as my 16th birthday, I drank three bottles of red wine by myself.However, the man I dated today deliberately fed me, I was probably persuaded by him for four or five bottles.

It's my limit to hold on until I get home.

If that man really succeeds, Cecilia will probably be sent to his family headquarters by the family on some inconspicuous day, my great father will say to that man in a very reluctant tone , allow Cecilia to be your mistress.

Yes, mistress.

That man's family is stronger than the Marino family, and my background is not enough to make me his wife.

Besides, my father would not think that I am qualified to be someone else's wife.In his eyes, I am dirty, my body is coveted by countless men, but in the eyes of the few men who don't think too much about me, I am just a plaything for men to drink around.

It's just that my plaything is not easy to get along with, so I have to hold it carefully.

If this body can be exchanged for a richer reward than the current vested interests for the family, my great father will donate me without hesitation.

He has raised me to such an age, so he should take some rewards from me.

That's why I forced myself to circle among those men, relying on my own mind to fight for something for the family.As long as I still have value, my father will not just give me away as a gift.

A warm and soft hand caresses my back.She seemed to be flattering me, the woman's movements were very gentle, as if she was afraid of my sudden attack.

"Thank you." I took a breath and forced myself to raise my lowered head again, "I feel much better."

She still didn't speak, just smiled at me.

I feel like I've seen this smile somewhere before, but I can't remember it.

"You must think I'm stupid," I said, "to be a dodder when I could have chosen a more free path."

She lowered her eyes and did not answer.

"But violence can't get everything, even if you're a mafia." I coughed lightly, motioning for the other party to remove the hand on my back, "You can't tell whether those people really surrender to you I'm still making false claims with you."

Extreme violence will allow everyone to show the truest side of their hearts in front of you under extreme fear, but I don't think I can do it.The Marino family is just a small family. We are still struggling to survive in the cracks. How can we have the confidence to say that we can master the violence that makes people absolutely surrender?

But the temptation is different.

If violence is a cold instrument of torture, then temptation is a gentle shackle. They will silently wear down a person's will, dig out the most secret part of his heart, and then force him to obey himself in a more gentle way.

For men, temptation is nothing more than money, power and women.

A beautiful and proud woman will become the red rose that most men can't ask for. In front of the red rose in their hearts, men will unconsciously become weak and submissive, responding to this thorny rose.

Sad and stupid.

I laughed dryly twice.The phantom in my sight shook more and more violently, which made it impossible for me to judge whether I was standing in place properly.

Alcohol is really a good thing, it will make people bold and pour out all the secrets buried in their hearts.

"I like money and power, because I'm a vulgar woman," I tried to stabilize my figure, "I was born in a vulgar family, my father likes money and power, if I can't repay him and raise me If the cost is equal to the value of benefits, he will sell me without hesitation."

Unlike those proud queens, if I didn't choose this shortcut, I would have been sent by my family to be the mistress of a powerful family leader long before I reached adulthood.

I don't trust my own family because I know exactly what kind of creature they are inside.

It even included my mother.

"You are drunk." The Filipino maid finally said the first line of the night, "My lady, you should lie on the bed and sleep now, forget all these unpleasant things, and leave the chores of cleaning the room to me. OK."

"Yeah, I'm drunk." I murmured in agreement with her words, "If I hadn't been drunk, I wouldn't have mistaken you for Collom."

Kurom should still be lying on the soft big bed in Pengo Li's headquarters. Unlike me, she doesn't need to deal with those hypocritical and disgusting men. She can live a carefree life, as if being held by everyone. The princess in the palm of your hand.

I'm jealous of Collom, madly jealous.

But so what?

No matter how jealous, I am also Cecilia, and I will never be able to become Kurom.

The woman reached out her hand silently, and she hugged me around the waist with gentle movements that could not be refused.I was put on the bed by her, and the soft bedding wrapped my body, which made my eyelids even heavier.

"Everything will pass, my dear Cecilia," in a daze, as if something warm fell on my forehead, it was moist and soft, but not disgusting, "Everything will pass You'll be fine, I promise you."

I try to keep my eyes open.

However, my body was too exhausted. Under the dual effects of alcohol and sleepiness, I couldn't see the Filipino maid's expression clearly, and I couldn't even tell whether she had a beautiful or ugly face.

Before the consciousness sank into the darkness, what stayed in memory was a bright red eye with "six" engraved on it.

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69 Taking advantage of the emptiness and trying to deceive a wave of trust, Cecilia is about to resort to (intentional) amnesia

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There is a small game in the space these two days, the fifth song in your playlist is the song played at your funeral

Ji You: My fifth song is "Timber"

Me: Oh, is it so high, the graveyard dancers?

Ji You: What are you?

Me: You know I’m a fan of the U group

Ji You: That’s right, it’s all U group’s songs anyway

Me: (turn on the player, look at the playlist)

1. European Emperor

2. good luck

3. Be happy today

4. Getting better

5. Good day

Me: (turning off the player at the speed of light) sorry to bother you

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The card drawing game misunderstood me (crying out)