Chapter 135: Autistic adolescents (1)

As she became conscious and felt someone slap her back, Jessica slowly opened her eyes.

Jessica straightened up and found herself asleep on a mahogany table. She looked behind her to the man who called her.

He was a man, forty or fifty years old, his hair had been dyed white and he looked rather old.

Following the memory of the original owner, Jessica smiled at him and called out, "Dad."

"Well," Jane carefully took out a paper bag and held it out to her, "Ada, you didn't eat last night. Dad brought you some."

Jessica looked at the paper bag.

The table on which she slept was of fine wood, and the room was large and richly decorated.

Unfortunately, this isn't her house.

The original owner's father worked as a servant in a rich family and did not often go home, and the original owner would sometimes come here to look for him.

Jane is often busy until late at night, do not care about her daughter's food, and only after finishing work, secretly bring a little food to her daughter.

The paper bag contained a roast duck. It looks good, smells good, but inevitably it's a little cold.

The original owner is 18 years old, because the family is poor, the father is a servant, the psychology is more sensitive and inferior, every time I see the father to eat, no matter how good, she feels that it is the leftovers of the rich family, so not only do not take the father's love, but also always angry at him.

The original owner's wish was to change his temper and stop hurting his father's heart. After a miserable life, she knew that her father was the best person, so she wanted to be good to her father.

At the same time, she longed to escape her miserable fate.

Jessica looked down at the paper bag, calmly reached out to take it, and whispered, "Dad, you didn't eat last night, did you?" We'll eat together."

Jane was stunned.

How long has it been since her daughter talked to him like that?

He felt bad for his daughter, so he gave her these to eat, but every time she was angry at him, rather throw things away than eat, and said he had no backbone...

After half a lifetime of ups and downs, he didn't know what backbone was. He just wants his daughter to be fed.

But she didn't understand.

Jane actually knew that her daughter hated this poor family and hated his poor father.

How long has it been since she cared about him...

At this time, the girl's simple words, actually let the man wet eyes. He would shake his head meekly: "Dad ate last night, dad is not hungry, you eat."

Jessica could not see that, so wrapped her hands in paper, tore off a duck leg, "Then you also eat some more, I can not eat so much."

Jane's eyes turned red again, and she lowered her head to hide it. "Yes, yes, eat together, Ada, you eat too."

"Yes. No cutlery, just wrap your hands in paper towels, tear off a piece of meat, and slowly chew.

It's cold, but it tastes good.

Seeing that her daughter not only cared about herself this time, but was really willing to eat, Jane was touched.

It seems that the daughter is grown up, sensible!

Father and daughter in a warm atmosphere to eat food, Jane put it away, said: "Ada, you study hard in college, don't worry about money, not enough to ask dad." Hang out with my classmates more on Saturdays and Sundays."