mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Hilde Frank)

During the week I left Shanghai, something happened to Ethan.At the beginning, his phone was always turned off. I contacted Feizi Wenduo and the others, but all the calls were rejected. Finally, I contacted Ms. Zuo, and it was Mr. Wu who answered the call, and he said in a low voice: "Hi, hello. "

"Hi, I'm Frank, I'm looking for Ms. Zuo."

"Sorry, Frank, she's not here."

"Didn't you bring your phone?"

"I brought another mobile phone, please write down the number."

His language was respectful, but his tone was very cold. I wrote down the mobile phone number he said, thanked him, and immediately called Ms. Zuo after hanging up.

But to my surprise, Ms. Zuo's phone was also turned off.

The problem seemed to be a bit serious, and I don't believe it was just a coincidence that none of these people could be reached. I called the band again, but there was still no result. I immediately called my assistant and asked him to book an early return ticket.

The last two days of activities are voluntary. I really wanted to go, but it is not important now. I cannot refuse the previous meetings. Therefore, I can only work while waiting for an answer.

I even tried to ask my superiors to send someone to take over my job, but I didn't get an ideal reply.

Two days passed longer than two months. I later contacted Mr. Wu, hoping that he would tell me about Ms. Zuo's situation in time, but he didn't call me either.

It was evening when I left Shanghai. Unexpectedly, Liao Yiran took the initiative to contact me.

She said: "I'm sorry, I haven't answered your calls recently. Something happened to Bo Yao, and it has been resolved now. Don't worry, he should contact you soon."

"what's up?"

"Don't worry, it's been resolved now, he may need to take a break, wait for him to contact you, and tell you in person."

I sat at the desk in the waiting room and closed the computer. The assistant brought two cups of coffee and a plate of biscuits, and sat opposite to continue his work and eat.

I said, "Can you tell me what's the matter first? I'm in a hurry, sorry."

"Cen Lingyi's cousin, Yuan Yuzhe, pestered him, saying that he cheated on the marriage. Of course, this is nonsense. You know that Bo Yao has a bad temper, so he hit Yuan Yuzhe's car. Later, when we found out, Mr. Zuo was killed by Yuan Yuzhe. The family called over to apologize to Yuan Yuzhe and Cen Lingyi, Mr. Zuo was very angry, but Bo Yao insisted on not apologizing," Liao Yiran spoke slowly and clearly, "You are not ridiculous, Miss Cen."

"Is that an apology?"

"No, Yuan Jiang embarrassed Mr. Zuo, and Mr. Zuo apologized to her. Mr. Zuo doesn't trust Bo Yao that much either. After all, you and him have known each other for a long time."

Liao Yiran also said: "Mr. Zuo never thought that Bo Yao was a good boy, so he didn't trust him."

I went back overnight, but Ethan didn't take the initiative to contact me until I got off the plane.

I became the center of the storm, and I didn't dare to contact Ms. Zuo anymore.

Ethan was not at my house. I knocked on the door on the [-]th floor, but no one opened it. I asked his friends, but I don't know where he returned.

I know that he must be full of loss and helplessness now, which is not brought about by other people's injustice, not by the coercion of authority, but by Ms. Zuo's disbelief.

I drove all night to the place he often went to, and searched around to no avail. It was already early in the morning. I went home, planned to change clothes, and then went to the nearby police station to call the police.

Unexpectedly, Ethan came back to my house. He was wearing pajamas and slippers, turning on the air conditioner, and cooking in the kitchen.

"Have you eaten yet?" I asked him.

Ethan knew I was coming in, but he still kept his head down and stirred the contents of the pot. I stepped forward and hugged him tightly from behind.

Said: "Liao Yiran told me everything, I'm sorry, I didn't accompany you."

"I'm not afraid of them," Ethan said, pursing his lips. "I would have beaten him up before, but now... now I don't want to do that anymore."

Dumplings were cooking in the pot, Ethan turned off the fire, and after turning around, we embraced tightly.

He cried and said: "I have never cried once, this is something to be angry, not something to cry, but...but I can't help it when I see you."

"I get it, Ethan, I get it."

The stress of being on the show, the shadow of that event—double anxiety hung over Ethan.

I went upstairs to see him after work, bought them a large cheeseburger, changed my shoes and went in, and saw a few people sitting around the table, in a meeting.

I took the two big bags of food to the kitchen. I saw that there were still dirty dishes in the kitchen. I washed my hands first and gave them the newly bought things. Then I went to the kitchen and put the dishes to be washed. into the dishwasher.

Ethan has heavy dark circles under his eyes, which are still visible through the frames, and he pins up his hair near his forehead, and stands behind me with one hand on his hip, sighing as he bites into a burger.

"Go out and sit down and eat." My hands were full of grease stains from dirty dishes, so I could only turn my head and kiss Ethan's exposed forehead. He continued to sigh sadly and leaned against me.

Then he said, "Don't go out."

"Is it delicious?" I asked him.

"Uh-huh."

I whispered, "It's made by an American. I bought it at noon and my assistant tasted it before I dared to buy it for you. I'm afraid it won't taste so good."

"I'm not picky eaters."

So cute, Ethan, so simple, sometimes people feel sorry for him.

I remembered that not long ago, Ethan made a fuss to help cook the wontons. Before the pot opened, Ethan's fingers were severely burned.

When I found out, he hid his fingers behind his back and insisted, "It's all right."

So, in the later scene, he rolled up his sleeves and rushed into the cold water, and said while rushing: "It's nothing at all, really, it's not red, what kind of injury is this, my arm was broken when I crashed."

"Say what?" I made a motion to pat his neck, but it ended up being stroked, and I said, "How dangerous, getting hurt is nothing to brag about."

"Hypocritical."

Ethan stood there, talking non-stop. After arguing with me, he picked up the grapes on the plate with his uninjured hands and put them into his mouth one by one.

Later, I cooked the wontons and served them to him.

He fed the big wontons into his mouth one by one, ate a bowl full, even drank the soup, and snatched two from my bowl, saying, "Oh, it's so delicious."

It's like I haven't eaten anything good.

Later, after washing the dishes, I took Ethan's hand and looked at it for a long time to make sure there was no swelling or blisters. He grabbed his hair that had been washed not long ago, his face wrinkled again, and said, "Oh, don't look at it. , I have thick skin."

The hand injury is not serious, but he is so strong, I love him very much.

Ethan, who seems to have lived with dignity and dignity for more than [-] years, seems to have never been loved, and he does not expect extra love. Therefore, for love, he can only accept [-]% love.

It will also fall into the abyss because of the other party's indifference.