To the outside world, Robert is the winner.

In fact, he is indeed the winner of life, his life, have been smooth, he has never suffered, suffered.

Robert was humble and courteous, and never stingy when he encountered charitable donations.

He had amazing hands, and his hands saved many of the brains that were so sick.

His hands were affectionately called by the patient—

God's hand.

As Robert's only son, little Herbert was also very clever, but unlike Robert's bravery and cheerfulness, little Herbert was gentle and kind, and the courage was somewhat small, which was with his mother.Herbert Jr. is almost seven years old and in second grade.

After school, little Herbert got off the school bus and went to his house with Ian the little fat pier.Later, Herbert's mother would come to the town to buy food, and Herbert waited for her mother to come and return with her.

Ian’s mother, a writer, opened a coffee shop and ran it by code.Every day after school, little Herbert would play with Ian in the coffee shop for half an hour before returning home.

Lately, the area has been somewhat quiet.

Little Herbert, while writing his homework, heard the grown-up at the next table talking in a low voice about something.He pricked up his ears and overheard them, only to know that a vagabond had been lost in the next town.Police believe the vagabond may have been killed.

But because the victim is a vagabond, there is no trust, after the police filed the case, only a symbolic investigation, there is no further investigation.

Ian heard it, too, and said to Herbert the little, “Who would hurt a vagabond?”

Herbert frowned and did not speak, and was a little alarmed.

He was small, always felt that a person had been killed nearby, and the next one was himself.In fact, this is the common disease of many timid people, afraid of this, afraid of that, things are afraid.Not long after, I walked into the cafe.She was wearing a straight red dress, black hair, and a pair of white crystal pearl necklaces on her ears.

As soon as the dream appeared, it immediately attracted the attention of many people.

In this town, dreams are a unique existence.

First, she is an Asian woman, and her skin color is completely different from that of the people in this small town.Secondly, she is very beautiful, the five senses are not too amazing, the nose is not very eye sockets, but there is a kind of small family jasper temperament that belongs to the Oriental beauty talent.

She was very slender, wearing a red dress, and her skin was white.

The pair of pearl earrings shook with the dream, and the men were itchy.

Dream is the dream of many men in this town, but they only dare to think in their hearts, dare not say.After all, Meng’s husband is Mr. Feroid, a well-known neurologist throughout California.He was a man of high moral character, a kind man, and his wife, naturally, was respected by others.

At this moment, Xiao Meng's left hand holds a basket, and his right hand holds an umbrella, which is still beautiful.

Herbert saw his mother, and hurriedly packed up his things, and after saying good-bye to Ian, he left the café with his dream.

On the way, Herbert said to Dream, "There are dead people in the town next door."

He smiled softly and said, “Is this strange?There's always a place where someone is going to die."

“I heard it was missing and the police said he might be dead, a vagabond.”

He was surprised, “Was he killed?”

The security of their town has always been very good, the local residents are kind, and there are occasional small noises, but no one has been killed.That's weird.The dream looked right, touched his son's hair, and asked him, "Is Xiaobao afraid?"

Herbert nodded, thinking that his father had said that the boy could not be afraid, and he shook his head in a hurry, and said, "I'm not afraid, really."

Dreaming of seeing through the child’s strength.

“You’re still young and you’re afraid it’s normal.As you grow up slowly, your courage and insight will grow, and my little treasure will be so smart that you will become a brave person in the future."Dreaming that children at this age, who have that dareless, have that understanding and cuteness.

Now there is not much timidity, and you can exercise courage later.

Herbert was not comforted by his mother.

He asked, “What do we eat at night?”

“Butter chicken wings and steak, and crab cake.”

"I want to eat shrimp."

“Let’s make spicy shrimp, shall we?”

“... well.”

When I got home, I packed my apron to cook.

She is a full-time wife, does not need to work, every day need to do is take care of the children, clean the house, responsible for the beauty of the flowers.Everyone is envious of the dream life is easy and dashing, but only the dream itself knows how tired of this life.

In fact, she wants to go out to work, enter the workplace, contact more people, and enjoy more fun.

Robert was not allowed.

After marriage, the once romantic and gentle man became overbearing and overbearing.He did not allow her to go out and show her, and she was not allowed to wear a dress that was too tight and a skirt that was too short.But in bed, he did not like her too rigid, he liked her meticulous to make debauchery.

This is a very contradictory and extremely controlling man.

For the first two years of marriage, he tried to reason with Robert and asked for his permission to allow her to work.The elegant man, but when she was in love with her at night, he pinch her by the neck and warned her, "If you dare to mention it again, I will not let you get out of bed."

You can't get out of bed.

This is not a romantic word of flirting between husband and wife, but it is full of threats of murder.

At that moment, she realized that she did not know her husband at all.She even had the idea of divorce, but Herbert was still young, and she could not divorce.

Over the years, Robert's desire for control has become so perverted that he not only controls the words and deeds of his dreams, but also Herbert.I thought about it, even Robert didn’t know it.Until the waist was put around, the man began to kiss her back with the enthusiastically out of control lips, and put his hand under her skirt, and the dream pushed him away like a dream.

"Robert, I'm cooking."

Even the tone of rejection is soft.

Robert smiled softly and took the knife from her hand, and he said to her ear, "It's not important to cook."He took a bite of her, really a bite, and it hurts to wrinkle his eyebrows.Robert said, "Be you, the most important thing."After that, the dream noticed that it was a cold...