How to make my boyfriend fall in love with me

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I originally thought about getting along with Mr. Y, but it seems that I messed it up again.

After the restaurant incident, I never dared to mention my parents to Mr. Y. Mr. Y also seemed to be deliberately avoiding the embarrassment of that day. We continued to live in peace as if nothing had happened.

Just like every conflict we had before.

But today I seem to have offended Mr. Y again.

...... The reason is this, Mr. Y's company seems to have received a big order recently, and things have become very complicated.He now spends more than half of the evenings seven days a week going out for entertainment, and he is often so busy that he has to spend the night at the company. I worry that his health will not be able to bear it, but I can't say anything sarcastic to persuade him not to work so hard.

Unlike me, who has no ambitions and spends his days dealing with a few obscure documents that no one wants to read, he always knows what he wants. Mr. Y began to practice in various companies after he switched to business from university. After graduating from undergraduate, he started a company with a friend. It seems that he is going to go public recently. This list is very important to him.

I really can't help, so I can only go to Mr. Y's company to deliver meals to him a few times, and then if Mr. Y comes back from the dinner party at night, I will warm him a cup of milk.

I knew that even if I didn't intend to inherit my parents' career... I should have known about it and learned a little bit, otherwise I wouldn't be able to just watch the people I like worry about their work, except for making something to eat Can't help.

But it’s okay, probably because the work is going well, Mr. Y has been in a good mood recently, I often see him smiling when I go to his company to deliver meals to him, and although Mr. Y doesn’t really like drinking milk ( This is probably one of the few things I know about Mr. Y...but he has always been sensitive. If you give him tea or coffee at night, he probably won’t have to sleep tonight. If you have soy milk, Mr. Y is allergic to soy products. , only milk helps sleep and is nutritious. The point is that Mr. Y’s stomach is not very good, and he often eats takeaway from the company. Can't recuperate the stomach), but every time I give him a drink, he also drinks it.

So the happiest moment of my day recently is to open the book and pretend to be reading, and then sneak a glimpse of Mr. Y frowning in cashmere pajamas, holding a computer and drinking milk.

...It's getting far away again, I'm so sorry...I have always been said to be a "look at the eight sticks and can't make a fart, this is not much acquaintance and a lot of familiar words", a little naughty Nagging personality, I also know that this is very annoying, but I really can't change it for a while.

But in front of Mr. Y, he will still restrain himself a little.

I don't know why, but when I see him, I seem to be less of myself.

It was like this when I didn’t confess before. I wanted to tell him you don’t look at me, but I also wanted to say why you don’t look at me. I used to have times when I was complacent, but in front of him, I never dazzled. , I have never been confident, I dare not speak loudly, I have become full of shortcomings, small and rickety, I don’t know where to put my hands, and I dare not speak with a dry mouth, I want him to pay attention to me, but I am afraid of him Pay attention to me. At that time, I often felt that maybe even the most youthful girl was no more concerned about gains and losses than I was.

As long as I think of him, my heart is like being twisted tightly, and I can't stop shaking.

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 …………………………………………………… what I’m talking about…… Sick people are really too easy to be hypocritical........................... …

Yes, it’s okay for Mr. Y to be so busy, but I, who just read, write, write articles and cook every day, can still get sick.

In the beginning, it was just like sneezing and coughing twice, which had no effect on daily life at all. Mr. Y has been so busy with work recently, so I really don't have the nerve to bother him with such trivial things.It just so happens that he stays in the company during the day and often has to work overtime at night. It seems that he is afraid of disturbing me (I really don’t know why he is working so hard, but he has already done a good job). He usually sleeps in the guest room, so maybe I He didn't hear me coughing and sneezing in the middle of the night... Anyway, he didn't know I was sick.

Here I still want to remind everyone that if you are sick, you should take medicine and see a doctor immediately. Otherwise, it is really a minor illness that will lead to a serious illness. I am a living and dying example.

Yesterday, my friend called me early in the morning to ask me for help. They researched that the subject of a manuscript they had agreed with a magazine had collided with another article, and they asked me if I had time to find an old article and submit it. Early in the morning, I was in danger in the bed, and I hugged a blanket to write for a day and then fell asleep. I forgot to take my medicine. As a result, I was dizzy when the phone ringing this morning (actually in the afternoon ==) Swelling, I simply don't know what night it is.When I answered the phone, I talked for a long time (in fact, the other party talked for a long time and I hummed a few words) but I couldn’t recognize who the other party was, and then the other party asked me if I was sick and if I had taken medicine.

I should have answered: "Eat".

The other party asked me when I ate.

I said the day before yesterday.

The other party probably asked something later, "Are you still living in the original house" or something... I also forgot whether I responded at that time, and I don't even remember when I hung up the phone.

As a result, when I was pulled out of the bed and saw the blue, green and green medicines and steaming porridge on the bedside, I gradually became conscious, and then I noticed that someone moved a chair and put his feet on my bed to play computer games. friends.

It was one of my few friends whose vulgar remarks I quoted above made about me.

I didn't tell him that I was sick before, and I can imagine him standing in front of my bed and applauding me in admiration after learning about the comparison between Mr. Y's recent work status and mine.

That's right, he knows Mr. Y. I probably mentioned him before. He was the first friend who rescued me at the scene of my embarrassing confession with Mr. Y.

This impatient friend who broke into my house (and my room) without my permission, used my computer, and had to save me when I was sick after I called his name in a daze , I only told me fifteen or sixteen hours before the deadline, and the manuscript I sent him for review before going to bed after a busy day criticized me mercilessly for my dissatisfaction with the perfunctory attitude of the task he entrusted to me (I heard It was because I made several obvious mistakes in the manuscript I wrote in a daze when I was sick, and even the format of the reference was not written correctly. He originally called to scold me, but it turned out that my voice was not right.) , And threatened to send an email to our teacher in graduate school to report that I was too lazy to make progress.

I think in order to make it easier for you to understand the following, I have to declare one more thing, that is, this friend of mine used to be my ex-boyfriend for a while.

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6.

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It is said to be an ex-boyfriend, but strictly speaking it is only "in name". Compared with dating, it is more like a joke between each other. I have never held hands, although it is very common to look for materials in the library to spend the night or do research in the classroom until midnight and sleep on the same bed...

You don't have to think about what else we can do in the pile of books that can't afford a tenth of the lonely copies when we are packaged and sold...

I seem to have mentioned before that before I went to college, no one had ever been close to me, and this friend was the first.

He is not the same as me, although my birth environment is somewhat similar to mine...But many times he is not like the kind of "academic person" you often say. Almost naughty at the point of being joking.

Most of the time I don't mind, he is not a villain, he often pulls me out of the dormitory or the library, and takes me to participate in various on-campus fellowship activities, saying it is to prevent me from getting moldy.

Since then, I don’t know if it’s because of him (he is always the focus in the crowd), people gradually started to strike up a conversation with me, and I started to receive inexplicable letters from time to time.

I naturally did not reply.

Then I don’t know how long, when I was sorting out the documents in the tutor’s office one day, this friend suddenly said to me without raising his head: “Do you know that many people say that we are together?”

I didn't know, so I looked at him silently.

He raised his head to look at me, raised his eyebrows and motioned for me to respond.

I just said, "Do you mind?"

"Mind what?"

"Such baseless rumors."

He seemed to smile, and I vaguely felt that he was angry.

"I don't mind." With a sincere expression, he divided his stack of documents into two halves, and put half on my side. "Anyway, I don't plan to fall in love."

Although I am not afraid of rejecting others, but one more thing is worse than one less thing, so I am happy to use him as a shield for each other.

This superficial relationship lasted until the first time I saw Mr. Y.

I threatened him with his unsaved thesis, and asked him to immediately put aside the relationship between me and me that is more than a friend in front of others. He dumped me until he knew that I was in love with Mr. Y before he changed his words to a peaceful breakup.

It’s getting too far... You can just wait and see, anyway, the result is that I was sitting on the bed and taking medicine while being scolded by him—I’d better call him a friend, after all, he’s not an ex-boyfriend— , and then Mr. Y came back at this time.

I never saw him back at this time.

It's bad.

…Of course, the distance between me and my friend was at least one meter, there was no physical contact, no ambiguous atmosphere, and I didn’t feel that I had done anything wrong to Mr. Y, but my brain was probably short-circuited at the time , It is not an exaggeration to say that he is stupefied, but in vain he appears very guilty and not frank.

When Mr. Y first came back... it seemed that he was in a good mood judging from his expression?But his expression changed when he saw his friend.

Hmm...Actually, although Mr. Y probably met his friend before he met me, I have vaguely felt over the years...he doesn't seem to like my friend very much, probably because of the very different personalities, and the same The focus of the crowd, the degree to which the two of them dislike each other even a dull person like me can feel a little bit.

He didn't look at me, but asked his friend coldly why he was here.

The friend took his time, pushed the gold-rimmed glasses, and asked Mr. Y why he was here.

At that time, I really felt that my hair was going to stand on end. Although I didn't tell him explicitly, I always thought that we all agreed that Mr. Y was dating me.

So I hurriedly said next to him, he is my boyfriend.

The friend gave a noncommittal "Oh".

What is he pretending to be stupid at this time?

He probably ignored my incredulous gaze, slowly tilted his head and asked Mr. Y: "Then why don't you even know he's sick?"

I just watched Mr. Y's lips turn up slightly, but when he heard this, his face suddenly turned pale.

"Three or four days?" He turned his head and asked me.

He didn't "ask" me at all.

I couldn't be bothered to talk to him, so I turned my head and said to Mr. Y: "A little cough, I've been too busy with work recently, so I didn't tell you."

I'm explaining, but Mr. Y's complexion is not necessarily any better.

As if my friend didn’t think it was enough, he added fuel to the flames and wrapped around my neck the blanket used to cover my knees that Mr. Y had snatched before he came back (he had no intention of returning it to me before) , smiled and said to me, this medicine is to be taken in a few hours, and this medicine should not be taken before meals. Then he got up and put on his coat, patted Mr. Y on the shoulder and said that the porridge was a bit cold, and asked him to go to the hospital. Hot, pat your butt and walk away.

…Neuropathy.

Then I was surrounded by a huge blanket like a mentally retarded person, and Mr. Y looked at each other.

Mr. Y took a deep look at me, turned around with the porridge and went out the door.

With the "bang" of the door, the whole house fell silent in an instant. At that time, my mind seemed to be cold after a sudden heat, and I seemed to laugh in a daze.

"Looks like I'm not going to heat the porridge." I slipped into bed silently, thinking bitterly, "The microwave oven is in the kitchen."

At that time, I thought that Mr. Y would hide in the company for a few days after I was either stupid or sometimes didn't realize that I did something that displeased him, and then appeared again When I was in front of me, it was like nothing happened, and I never mentioned it again.But this time Mr. Y came back not long after, and he brought a big bag of medicine and several boxes of porridge.

It seems that there is no box from the previous friend.

I curled up under the covers and watched him secretly.

He flipped through the medicine that his friend brought me, and gave a "tsk", probably considering that I was a patient, his hand on me through the quilt was very light, and his voice was very gentle: "Look At a glance, is there anything you have eaten before?"

I let out a "huh" and got up to watch, while he took off the blanket around my neck and threw it on the ground.

He was really gentle at the time, he helped me pour all the medicines out of the box, pinned them out of the Xibo shell, and tested the temperature himself when feeding me warm water, so I thought he was not unhappy at the time.

But when I warmed his milk at night, he told me not to heat it anymore.

I was very self righteous at first and thought he was asking me to rest because I was sick.

But now that I'm cured, he doesn't drink it either.

That's right, it's just too stupid to take milk stupidly all day long—or when the other party doesn't like to drink it—to please the other party.

But Mr. Y also asked me not to go to his company to deliver meals to him in the future.

He said he could eat outside.

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Sure enough, he was still angry.

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