Lord Beast, please let me go

Chapter 75
"Lele, you should eat more too." My aunt also made potato shreds for me. At that time, my aunt had just entered the house, and she didn't show her true nature like now. I was flattered at the time, although it wasn't my favorite beef. But it would be nice to have it, and I quickly stuffed all the vegetables she picked up into my mouth.

I saw my father's soft eyes, and gave all the cod to my aunt: "You eat too, don't patronize the children."

At night, I deliberately waited for my father to lull Yang to sleep, then got up and said to him: "Dad, I also want to listen to the story."

"Lele, can Auntie tell you?"

She is gentler than my mother, I nodded.

But I didn't like the stories she told, they were all ghosts and ghosts, and I was so scared that I shrank my head into the bed and shivered.She asked strangely: "Lele, don't you like it? Your sister really likes it." I looked at her ignorantly, does my sister really like it?Why did I see that the stories my father told her were all about princesses in fairy tales?

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Dad was impatient: "Let's go, let her sleep by herself."

"Father, I want to hear you tell a story." I tugged at the hem of his clothes and dared not let go. If he left, I would feel that all the ghosts and ghosts in the story would come out, tear off my limbs, and throw them into the barren hills in the fields, or throw me straight into the grave.

"Lele, is it because Auntie didn't speak well?" She was terrified.

Dad stared at me even more impatiently: "Why are there so many demands?"

"Could it be that you spoil Qingqing too much, the child feels uncomfortable, or let Qingqing sleep alone tomorrow? Let's come to accompany Lele?"

Dad immediately became angry: "How old is Qingqing? How old is she? How can you compete with a child?"

After they closed the door, I got out of bed and turned on all the lights in the room, so I huddled in the corner, still not daring to sleep, yes, I was four years old, I was five years old, shouldn’t I be with a little girl Children scramble.

I don't like this sister more and more, not only because she robs me of the happiness that should belong to me, but also because she has everything I have, and I don't have anything she has. I painted my sheets and cut to pieces the only big bear I had with me.

I never told my father about these things, because every time she did something evil, my aunt always bought me new ones to make up for them. Gradually, I changed all the things in my room, but I didn’t like these new ones. The quilt was not as comfortable as my original one, and there was a pungent smell that made me cough all the time.

Every time my aunt buys me something, Yang Qingqing always pouts in front of her father and complains, "Mom bought something new for my sister, but not for me."

Dad will personally take her to the supermarket to buy a lot of toys and come back.

Every time I can only look at her with envious eyes, her toys are bright and fashionable, but I am good at it, but I dare not say it, for fear that my father will say that I am dissatisfied, demanding too much, and jealous of my sister.

In short, I am very unhappy. Only when I am in kindergarten and when I go to Uncle Mai’s house, I feel that I have a sense of existence. Uncle Mai treats me very well, which makes my father and aunt jealous. , Is my mother having some shady affair with Uncle Ma?

For this reason, my father specially took me to the hospital for a paternity test. I don’t know the result of the test. Anyway, my father is in a good mood. uncle.

Uncle Mai’s family has a little brother. I don’t know why he doesn’t like me, but I like him very much. My mother said that he is my future bridegroom and will become a family in the future. Since it is a family, why doesn’t he like me?

Not only does he not like me, but he also likes to play tricks on me. When I went to his house, I played with my younger sister and three people. He always looked at me and looked at me like he was looking at a pile of garbage.

Knowing that it was my younger sister's fault, she always blamed me in front of adults, which made my father even more dissatisfied with me.

(End of this chapter)