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

Finally, I walked out of my father's office with my bag in hand.

What is the saying?

The temple is small and the wind is strong, and there are more than eight kings in Chiqian.

The Marino family is not big, but everyone who can gain a firm foothold in Marino is a genius.The vast majority of Sicilians pay attention to the "sense of family", which is also the origin of the Mafia, but Marino is an exception. From the leader to the grassroots cadres, they are all emotional killers, and they can sell anything for personal gain.

I once doubted my parentage.Judging from my father's performance, the possibility of me being a native Sicilian is very low.

After all, the Sicilian native traits in him are close to zero.

The cadre I came into contact with today is an out-and-out old chieftain. Even if I told him that I wanted the right to inherit, he would not change his position. Instead, he looked like a clown—in his eyes, I was probably The kind of idiot who wants to poach his father's people for his own use.

After all, my character design is just a fancy vase, the kind with big breasts and no brains.

He would never have dreamed that Miss Vase, whom he despised, was plotting against him, and conceited men more or less have this problem.

If he told my father what I had talked to him, I would have achieved my purpose.In the final analysis, my reason for muddy water was to protect myself. If my father didn't know anything about my actions, it would be putting the cart before the horse.

If he hadn't told his father, there were two situations to consider.

One is that this man has changed his position and thinks that I am also a good leader, and wants to show favor to me, then he will treat me as a free supporter, and he will not lose anything; the other situation is that he has a different heart and wants to Let Marino mess up a little more so he can fish in troubled waters.

But the last situation can basically be ignored, and my father is not stupid. If there is really an unstable factor around him, he will move much faster than me.

I mean, even if that man has wrong thoughts about being the leader, my father will take care of him without me.

Now the question is how should I deal with my brother's side.

Meddling with family issues means that I am going to be an enemy of my dear brother.Although it's not a big deal, but I don't have power in my hands yet, and letting him know my thoughts too early will easily set him on fire.

Three days.

I wait for them for three days at most.

There is still one week to start school, and I don't have much time to accompany the father and son to fight each other.If I don't get the results I want in these three days, then I may have to find a way to cultivate a group of my own forces in the family first.

Fortunately, my great father never let me down.

On the second day, his most powerful right-hand man, the cadre responsible for informing the leader, came to me.

The other party first talked about some things with me in a roundabout way, such as my brother getting close to a certain unknown small family recently, or my father's hair falling out more and more, and finally returned to the issue of inheritance rights.

"I asked Boss in private, and he was very satisfied with Miss Cecilia," the man lowered his head to avoid my gaze, "I mean, Miss Cecilia will become Marino's legitimate heir, I will also be at your disposal."

In terms of means, ginger is really old and spicy.I think.When I stepped into my father's office, I thought of countless possibilities, but I missed this one.

My father will help me grow my power secretly, in order to contain my brother.But I forgot that no matter how bad the relationship is, I am his own daughter after all, and I learned all my tricks from him. It is impossible for him not to know what I think.

It is both a tacit approval and a warning to give me the person you value the most.

This man is like a signal from my father, meaning that as long as I want, I can lie down and wait for him to help me develop power; but at the same time, he is also very clear about what I am doing, and he is warning me Don't cross the line.

The so-called transgression is just like my brother, taking portraits at inappropriate positions at inappropriate times.

To be honest, I think it's pretty bad for a family to do this, in every sense.

I never expected that I could stage a warm life drama with my parents in closeness and harmony, but I also never thought that my father and I could calculate each other to this extent.

No matter how much I loathe him, he is also my father.Blood relationship is innate, if possible, I still hope to leave a thin line of retreat between each other, at least not too sad when we meet.

I let the man back out.

Even if I don't say anything, he still has a way to develop "Miss Cecilia's influence in the family", because this is what his most beloved leader expects.

The moment the footsteps in the corridor disappeared, I raised my head and stared at the ceiling, suddenly feeling a little cold.

Nancy walked in holding the vase of freshly changed flowers. She put the vase of lilies on the bedside table, bowed to me and planned to leave.

"Don't go." I yelled, "Liu Dao Mu, you are here."

Hearing this, the little beauty from Southeast Asia walked quickly to the door of the bedroom and locked it, then turned around and looked at me with her back against the door panel.

"I'm... a little sad." I smiled, and buried my face in my hands, "Mr. Liu Dao, tell me, am I a failure in life?"

Nancy didn't speak, which made me not sure whether the person in that body was Liudaokuku or Nancy himself.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

"You are engaged in intelligence work, you should be very clear about my affairs." I took a deep breath and tried not to tremble so much, "My father and I have not been very close since we were young...he looked down on me , I always feel that he wants to harm me."

In my memory, "home" is a cold, lifeless place.My mother's eyes are always on my brother, and my father never looked at me directly.

"He has a bad relationship with his mother, and even treats me badly."

The definition of "bad" is quite broad. My father is not short of us materially, but he always has a way to make us sad. At first, he ignored my mother, and then he dismissed me.

Brother is an exception.

I can feel that my father doesn't like my brother that much, but he still trains my brother to be the heir.

If my elder brother can restrain himself a little and prevent his ambition from being exposed so early, he will probably become Marino IV, and I will also be a useless vase and stay silent with the family on Sicily until I die .

"I don't know how to describe my feelings to you..." I said, "He treats me badly, he doesn't like me, and I don't like him either. We don't regard each other as relatives, but at this moment, I still feel sad."

I don't understand why I feel sad.

My father doesn't like me, he doesn't regard me as a daughter, so he can plot me without guilt and let me be his pawn.Before I acted, I had clearly imagined my situation, but I still couldn't accept it when I got to this point.

I'm his daughter, how could he have the heart to treat me like this?

I couldn't figure out what I did wrong to make him hate him so much. Since I was a child, everything I did was just to protect myself.But I've come this far.When I decided to do this, my father would no longer treat me as a "bad daughter".

I can not go back.

If the former "home" was cold and cold, then the current "home" does not even have the qualifications to be called "home".

"It's your choice." I heard "Nancy" say to me in a slow tone, "Haven't you already made up your mind?"

"You're right." I raised my head, forced myself to smile at the person by the door, "This is my choice, I'm not qualified to be hypocritical." In , I have always been a reckless bitch, and I never thought of setting up a memorial archway for myself.

Then in the days to come, I can't set up a memorial archway for myself.

"But it's okay to be vulnerable once in a while," the Filipino maid suddenly smiled at me, "There is no one else now, and it's a gentleman's honor to lend a shoulder to a lady, don't you think so, Cecilia?"

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