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

I was exchanging saliva with Rokumoku when my mother broke into the office with someone.

She didn't expect that there was someone in the office, and I didn't expect that it was her who broke in, so we were all stunned for a few seconds, and then we took a step back at the same time - I was trying to stagger the distance between myself and the young man behind me, she might I can't react.

Honestly, it's kind of embarrassing to be bumped into for a kiss, especially if it's your own mom who bumped into you kissing.

However, the situation did not give us too much time to digest the embarrassing emotions.

Mother raised the gun to me.The black muzzle of the gun was pointing directly at my head, which was quite scary.

"I think I've failed in life." I sighed, turned my head and complained softly to the young man beside me, "It's okay for my father to plot against me, and my mother treats me like this. I'm so sad."

"The show is over." The other party pierced through my small thoughts without hesitation, "Don't think I didn't see you laughing."

Fine.

My fault, I shouldn't have played in front of Liu Dao Mu.

Sadness is real, but not sad enough to complain in front of people.Anyway, I still have Marino's blood on me, and you can't expect a sane guy out of a family of lunatics.

Besides, in the past ten years or so, I really haven't felt the warmth given by the "family".

"I may need a reasonable explanation," I restrained my expression, and glanced at my mother and the people behind her, "Father is out to deal with the bastards at Kalukasha, and my brother also went with him. Shouldn't be here."

The mother reacted very quickly: "Then you should appear here?"

If it was before the summer vacation, I might really have no position to appear in my father's office.Fortunately, the situation has changed now. I am the heir recognized by my father, and I have the qualifications and necessity to enter and exit the office area.

But I don't really want to follow the normal script, "Yeah, I shouldn't show up, but I did." I smiled and tilted my head, took out a gun from my handbag, and pointed at her like my mother head, "As you can see, I want to usurp the throne."

Mother squinted at me for a few seconds.

"Okay," she said, "give me this position first, and after I retire, I will hand over Marino to you."

"I thought you would let your brother inherit the family."

"Him?" A sneer escaped from the nose of the gorgeously made-up woman, "That idiot Charles is not qualified."

I swear this is the funniest joke I've ever heard since I was 19.My father spent more than 20 years training my brother to be the next leader, and my mother herself devoted a lot of effort to my brother, and now, she told me, Charles is a fool and he is not qualified to inherit the family.

Fortunately, my brother is not here.I think.Otherwise he might go crazy.

"That's not what you said at the beginning," I shrugged. "When you were young, you didn't even look at me."

My mother looked at me with a half-smile.

"You are actually very clear in your heart, right?"

Yes, in fact, I also quite understand why my mother refused to kiss me.Before I was eight years old, she was still a loving mother. Although most of her eyes were still devoted to her brother, I was not completely ignored.

She would buy me nice little dresses, tell me to study hard, and take my brother and I to a nice dinner at the family restaurant when there was little peace.

Since when did my mother stop paying attention to me?

It seems to be the day before my eighth birthday.That day my mother took me and my elder brother to eat at the family restaurant. Our attacker rushed over from the other side of the street. My mother yelled at me hoarsely as usual to tell us to run. My elder brother turned around and went into the alley, while I fell behind. In two steps, he picked up the gun that fell on the ground and fired at the attackers.

I only fired one shot.After the trigger was pulled, I was picked up by my mother and fled.

We ran along the shoreline until Father's men hurried up to engage the attackers.

My mother never looked at me again after that, she seemed so completely disappointed in me that she wouldn't even call me to the family restaurant.

"What you need is an obedient puppet, the kind who will believe what you say," I smiled, "but unfortunately, I am the kind who might pick up a gun from somewhere in a crisis and turn around. The one who gave you a shot."

My mother raised her head and maintained her proud appearance, as if she acquiesced to my rhetoric.

"Since when did you start eyeing this position?" I asked.

"A long time ago."

"Oh, that's really a pity." I sighed exaggeratedly and insincerely, "Should I congratulate you for planning for so long and finally found an opportunity?"

My mother sneered and shot me.I dodged to the side, and the bullet grazed my ear and pierced the glass of the French window, and there was a fist-sized crack in the window centered on the bullet hole. They looked very funny.

To be honest, she was able to hold back until this time before shooting at me. I think my mother may really have taken into account a little bit of mother-daughter love.

If I were an honest and obedient child like my elder brother, the mother-daughter relationship between us would be more real.

Liu Daowao was working on his background board carefully, with a look of "I'm too lazy to meddle in the affairs of your Marino family".

The people behind my mother didn't move, and I could feel their hesitation.Presumably, these people are not entirely the mother's personal influence, or they believe in what the mother said just now, "I will hand over Marino to you after I retire."

There is nothing honorable about shooting a family heir.

Although I am not a serious heir.

"I think if I don't give up this office today, you will definitely beat me to death on the spot." I curled my lips, "Let me guess what you told my brother, for example, you help him control the left behind Staff, after your father died in battle, you will bring your own people to rescue him, and win him the position of leader in a glorious manner?"

My poor elder brother probably has 12 points of trust in his mother, but unfortunately, what he trusts is not an old mother who has worked hard for him, but a ruthless killer.

Why would my brother put himself in danger?

Not that he wanted to do it at all, but that his mother made him do it.This fire is not optimistic for the Marino family. The strength of the opponent is three times that of ours. Even if someone tells me that my father and brother will die inside, I think it is normal.

This is what my mother wanted.Her husband and son are dead, and her daughter is a piece of mud that cannot support the wall. Of course, she can only "reluctantly" take over the Marino family as the widow of the leader.

That's why it's so fast.

I originally thought that my brother would at least endure it until I graduated from college before he started seriously.But it seems that my mother didn't intend to wait until that time at all. She was afraid that I would be recognized by other people in the family, so that she would not have the right to be the first in line of succession.

"Do you know why I let you grow so big?" The woman didn't answer my question, she said to herself, "Cecilia, you are very smart and courageous, and you are simply the most suitable candidate for the leader. So I can't let that bastard destroy you."

"Who?"

"Your father."

"He's my real father anyway," I thought for a while, "he won't destroy me."

"No, do you think he tried every means to send you out to be a mistress for profit? Don't be naive, honey," the woman retorted word by word, "he is afraid of you, afraid that you will grow beyond his control That's it."

I wanted to laugh a little, so I really laughed, "...Should I thank him for looking up to me?" I asked, "Even if it is true that he is afraid of me as you said, you shouldn't stare at this position. I That is to say, don't say that you did all this to protect me, I'm afraid I'll have nightmares at night."

"I'm just taking back what belongs to me." The mother's eyes were gloomy, and she bit the words, giving people the feeling of crushing those syllables and swallowing them in the stomach, "Three generations of the Marino family The leader was not your father from the beginning, but me."

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