How to make my boyfriend fall in love with me

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My name is Tingting, I am 23 years old, and I am currently working in a company in T City as an assistant secretary to one of the company's bosses.

My boss' name is Jiang Yi, he is [-], graduated from a prestigious school, young, and has a successful career.

Unfortunately, it is a bend.

Before I met Mr. Su, I always suspected that my boss' boyfriend was a goblin. After all, the former secretary reminded me when I handed over work after resigning because of pregnancy. If there is any bad news, you can take advantage of Mr. Su. Report to the boss after you come to deliver lunch.

...So our boss can't order what he wants to eat, and he wants to deliver it?

I have nothing to do all day, so I still come to deliver meals, it seems that I am supported by the boss.

However, when I saw Mr. Su downstairs in the company for the first time, I began to wonder what kind of means the boss, the little goblin, used to seduce this male god.

Mr. Su usually wears very casual clothes when he comes to the company. He wears a shirt, windbreaker and jeans (but one day I glanced at the brand, and the price is really not casual at all. Now I suspect that he is being adopted by the boss), and he looks like he is wearing a lunch box. It's very casual, and the way it talks to me is also very casual.

But he doesn't look casual at all.

He looks like that at a glance, and he has been watched by everyone since he was in middle school. The girls in the whole grade are discussing whether his white shirt today is the same as yesterday after dinner, but there is always no one around him for five miles. Yes, that type of male god.

If I hadn't taken the lunch box from him at the entrance of the company, instead of being on the street, I couldn't believe that this kind of person would talk to me.

"Tell him to eat early, don't delay until the afternoon," the male god said to me, "If it's cold, warm it up in the microwave."

I took the lunch box respectfully, just like receiving a psychic gem that a hermit master asked me to dedicate to the emperor.

He has a face of "beauty is like a flower across the clouds", but when he thanked me, his eyebrows were lowered, it was like "beauty is like a flower looking down".

I still cowardly held back the "Do you want to go in and have a look at the boss" that was already on my lips.

I carried this precious lunch box back to the door of the boss's office, knocked once, and immediately there was a response of "come in". As soon as I opened the door, I saw that the boss, a workaholic, was neither looking at documents nor staring at the computer. Instead, he locked the lunch box in my hand with his eyes expressionless, sitting upright like an outstanding child in a kindergarten waiting for a teacher to give a reward.

Awesome.

This scheming little elf.

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My name is Tingting, I am 23 years old, and I am currently working in a listed company in T City as an assistant secretary to one of the company's bosses.

My boss' name is Jiang Yi, he is [-], graduated from a prestigious school, young, and has a successful career.

He seems to have had a fight with his boyfriend recently.

To be honest, I can't imagine how a person like Mr. Su can quarrel with others, and who can quarrel with someone like Mr. Su.

But the pressure of the boss has been very low recently. Last week, everyone worked hard for a few days to complete a big deal, and the company was successfully listed. When the results came out the day before, everyone was cheering. The boss also generously announced that he would leave work early that day, excited I was the first to run away.

Probably excitedly ran back to claim credit with Mr. Su.

Oh man.

As a result, the next day the boss came to the company early in the morning with a dark face, announcing that he had taken a few more orders for the company, and it seemed that the sex life was not harmonious. The relationship was buried with him, and the atmosphere in the office was as quiet as a cemetery.

Even Mr. Chiker (our other boss) started avoiding him.

The work experience during this period was even like a nightmare, and it couldn’t even keep up with the period before and after the company went public some time ago, which I thought would be the busiest time.

Probably because during that time Mr. Su came to the company to deliver meals to the boss every day, and sometimes he even came in to have a look at the boss.

The boss was so happy that he looked like a fine peacock.

Oh man.

After pissing off her boyfriend, she knows to come to the company to vent her anger on the employees. This peacock spirit who failed to court and became angry, I think this kind of naive Mr. Su will not be with him for a long time.

..........

forget it.

The boss seems to have reconciled with Mr. Su.

Mr. Chi Ke has a keen sense of smell like a dog, so he ran to the boss's office early in the morning to claim the credit, and took the opportunity to ask the boss to ask Mr. Su to introduce him to his girlfriend.

The boss looked at him with a smile in his eyes (obviously! Mr. Su made a huge sacrifice!), and said to him, don't take "pushing all the customers' wine to me" as some great feat.

Mr. Chi Ke felt aggrieved.

Hmm... The boss has an extra carton of milk for lunch today.

14.

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I went home today...not the one with Mr. Y, but my parents' home.

I should have thought of that earlier.

I've said before that in some ways...they have a clean record.

I clearly know that their desire for protection and control is more excessive than caring and love for me, and they hope that I will live "the way they think I should live". In order to bring Mr. Y to them He had made all the plans in front of him, but he never expected that they would have found Mr. Y long ago.

After Mr. Y was drunk and fell asleep the night before yesterday, I booked a plane ticket overnight. The next morning, while Mr. Y was drinking hangover tea, I agreed with him to go to a lecture in another place. I will go today and come back tomorrow.

Mr. Y looked a little unhappy, muttering that he owed the lunch for these two days first, and then turned it into something else.

I promise him.

He was right, I did change, I learned to lie.

It's just that at this time, I don't care about the spring and autumn, I feel that there is a fire in my heart, and now I want to use the word "annoyed" to explain my state of mind at that time, which is really appropriate.

When I got home, a lady who seemed to be in her early forties was sitting on the chair watching the open tea room. "I want to go but I still miss it. I look at each other as if I didn't say a word when we met a long time ago."

My mother brewed two-thirds of a cup of tea in the porcelain cup she was sitting opposite before she raised her head and looked at me standing in the entrance. She seemed not surprised that even my own visit was a temporary decision.

The well-preserved lady stood up and said to me with a smile, "You'll be right back while the tea is still hot."

I silently looked up at her—it wasn't because she was taller than me, but when she and my dad sent someone to renovate, for some reason, they deliberately raised a step at the junction of the entrance hall and the living room, about half a foot more I was tall, so I remember when I was young, whenever someone came to visit my house and greeted my parents at the porch, they would always look up.

It's just that the person who visited today became me.

"I heard that you recently wrote an article analyzing the ideology of Bai Xianyong's "A Dream in the Garden", she nodded to me reservedly, and smiled, "I heard that Xiaolou helped you change it, but Mom thinks you can do it again. Watch the original play to understand, and don't make similar mistakes in the future."

Xiaolou is my friend.

The article "Analyzing the Ideology of Bai Xianyong's "A Dream in the Garden"" was a temporary commercial manuscript full of mistakes and omissions during my illness.

amazing.

I walked into the living room in silence, and recalled in a trance that I tripped over this step two or three times when I was a child. When my father was there, he would always scold me for my rudeness. The mother just smiled and replied: "That step is not for tripping you."

"Who is that used to trip?" I asked her, her smile seemed to be a little more serious, she didn't answer directly, but said to me, this is like a "clank" before the tune of an opera-it is used To remind visitors, there is a threshold here.

.......

The actor in the video has already sung the line "Don't fight for more, and whoever owes it will sleep when you sit up." My mother tilted her head, as if she was addicted to it, and I knew she wanted to wait for it to finish the last few verses. He held back and didn't make a sound.

It’s not that I haven’t watched this drama before. In fact, my interest in opera originally came from my family. In fact, if I want to recall my childhood, the images of my parents are very thin, and the people who come in and out are often hung with various characters. Famous teachers and teachers, aunts who cook with vague faces, if I say that I can recall the most vivid and clear impressions, they are actually these operas that have been heard all the year round, and most of them are lingering. Among them, "Suo Lin Nang" is the most frequently played " and "Peach Blossom Fan", my mother can sing a few words, so can I.

It's just that she only regards it as a pastime, but I regard it as a career.

"Mom", just after the last sentence of the play, I couldn't help but ask, "Have you seen Mr. Y?"

She seemed to have just woken up from the drama, and turned her head to look at me tolerantly, just like the way she looked at me when I asked her "who is that used to trip?" more than ten years ago.

"He told you?"

"No", I was not too annoyed by then.

I just feel a little tired and helpless.

"My guess."

When she returned to the teahouse, she didn't even invite me. She picked up the blue-glazed white teacup on the main table, took a sip, and said slowly: "He wants to do this business, but he can't hide his thoughts. Even someone like you Everyone can find it, don't you think?"

She wants to ask me what do I think?

What a familiar atmosphere.

"What did you say to him?"

She glanced at me as if it was very interesting, played with the teacup casually, and then touched the jade bracelet on the wrist with the same color of green glaze on the teacup: "Speaking of you."

...I really can't imagine Mr. Y's mood when he met and talked with her.

My mother sighed, and she called me by my nickname, as if I were a child: "Me and your dad are worried about you."

Worried that I can't be like them?

It turned out that they were still worried... It seems that all this is my fault, I thought I had made them hopeless.

"You're nothing like us," she added. "You're not obedient."

I have a headache.

To be honest, I have often thought over the years, my parents -- it is not the first day that they use this kind of gentle and filial father and son, "We are all for your own good", "I gave you everything, even the right one. The options are all in front of you" attitude towards me, and when I was about to bypass, I shook my head helplessly, showing an expression of "you are really ignorant" to decide my decision.

They told me that the diary was used to record what happened in a day and all kinds of thoughts, and then secretly checked it every day. Before I was 12 years old, they sent someone to send me to and from school. Your first step of independence", and then sent someone to track and record my words and deeds on the way to and from school. They arranged for me "good friends", investigated my interpersonal relationships outside of "good friends", and decided for me school, culture, etc. Science, and I plan to set a university and a major for me...I don’t know how I endured it in the past ten years, but after I became an adult—especially after I met Mr. Y—I felt that I couldn’t bear it up.

I can't think of anyone around me in the past 20 years who can live as solidly and reliably as he does, and knows what he wants.

"You know, we have the ability to make you obedient, it's just a parent-child, and we don't want to embarrass you too much." In a trance, the lady in front of me still said calmly, "You are in the upper class. The house where you lived outside when you were in college, including the house you live in now...Little Y is really, such a big person, he doesn't even have a house."

Mr. Y is only 24 years old. He started a listed company two years after graduating from university. He has a bright future. He didn't buy a house because I let him live in the current house.

"It is said that I want to start a company, and the company is small." She seemed to see what I wanted to say, and shook her head helplessly. It's a reward, but I don't always have much free time to accompany you."

I feel like I understand a little more, so who should I thank for the less time he spends with me.

She sighed, put down her teacup, and said a few names casually. I know that in that position all these years, she has never spoken casually. All the girls mentioned just now are girls of the same generation as me in their circle, who went to college. I’ve seen a few of them before, but they were so uniform that it’s hard to leave an impression on me. If some of them hadn’t appeared in the financial magazines that Mr. Y often read a few times in recent years as “celebrities”, I’m afraid it would be impossible to think of them at this moment.

Seeing that I was unmoved, she was not surprised, and said the names of a few more boys.

Among them was my friend.

"If you really don't like girls, mom can understand." She really thought about me, "but why must it be him? I'm not saying how bad he is... It's just that the environment you grew up in is completely different. How can he understand you?"

"How do you understand him?"

I looked at her blankly.

"Xiaolou is also good," she continued, "Xiaolou is still in the same major as you, but they have opened a publishing house now, and you stay at home all day waiting for someone who doesn't understand you, and you don't understand him either. What's the point of coming back?"

If this friend of mine knew that my mother was here on a blind date, he would probably strangle me with a blanket if he acted as if he would immediately leave and ask his mother to tie him up as soon as I compromised and nodded.

"Mom." I interrupted her.

She stopped talking, put down her teacup, and looked at me calmly.

There was a seriousness in this calmness.

She never used to speak to me in such a gentle tone, and she was also very strict, including now that her smile is gentle, but she can’t hide her severity. The last time I saw this expression, it was she who asked me to transfer to Dr. B After reading, she had already arranged for me to be a teacher in England, but I rejected her.

She didn't cultivate her mind until recent years. I just know what kind of person she is.

She and my father are the same kind of people. They seem reasonable and kind, but they are afraid that others will think they are reasonable and kind. With a smile, it is also the tolerance for outsiders when they see disobedient children messing around. They are proud of making the "right choice" for me.

It was the "correct choice" for them to go to Mr. Y.

But there's one thing they're good about.

Growing up, whenever I asked questions, they would answer.

I know what they said to Mr. Y.

In fact, you really don’t have to worry too much about me and Mr. Y. My parents are not crazy. Bring down Mr. Y's company.

They don't just have me as a kid, they don't have a house, they know that kicking us out is nothing but ugly in front of their friends (the kind of friends they tried to give me before) (no secrets in their circle) It's useless (after all, we can go out and live in hotels), and we don't like a company that has been listed in the urban area for two years.

"Mom," I said to her, "I've made my decision."

She stared at me: "But you made a wrong decision again."

Really.

I stood up, I have found the answer to the things I want to ask this trip, I think I should leave.

At that time, there was a rustling sound from the wooden corridor on the second floor. I subconsciously turned my head to look, and saw a girl walking down there. She seemed a little surprised when she saw me, and called a brother faintly.

Ten years ago, I had an extra sister. This is probably because my parents have foreseen what the decision will be, and it is also one of the reasons why they let me go gradually.I can imagine their disappointment with me over the years, and this disappointment has probably turned into despair. They are qualified businessmen and never waste time on unnecessary things.

My sister has sparse eyebrows and bright eyes, and her eyes are very similar to the woman behind me.

I nodded to her as a greeting, and turned to my mother and said, "In your eyes, I probably haven't made the right decision."

She should applaud my self-knowledge.

After leaving the house, I took a deep breath, took out my mobile phone and called Mr. Y.

"I lied, I didn't go to the lecture, I just went home," I said before him, "I want to talk to you."

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