mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Zuo Boyao)

I went back to safety, back to my family.

On the third morning when I came to the hospital, I woke up from another dream with tiredness accumulated for too long. I just moved my fingers when my whole hand fell into the warm hand of another person. This feeling made me feel at ease immediately.

Don't even want to wake up.

"How is it? Have you had enough sleep, treasure?" Frank was so numb, he came up to me and asked me before I opened my eyes, kissed my cheek and neck, and I squeezed his fingers, which made me fascinated He opened his eyes vaguely.

Remind him in a low voice: "Put on some hand cream."

"Okay, I'll go back and paint today."

I saw the morning sun. Frank was sitting on the edge of the bed in his shirt. He lay down and looked at me. He stretched out his hand to play with my hair. I ducked and said, "Don't do it, your hair is so oily."

"What do you want for lunch?"

It is not an exaggeration at all. The most common questions I hear these days are about eating. Aunt Liu is on standby at home full-time, making me whatever I want to eat, while Sister Sen runs back and forth on high heels, and sometimes she is forced to give food to Wu Rui. That old guy is the driver.

I told Frank: "I'm really getting fat and I don't dare to eat anymore."

"If you break a bone, you need to eat well to recover quickly."

"I want to keep in shape, and when I get better, I will go on stage to sing." I know, because of my affairs, our band had to withdraw from the show. Thinking about it, it's still a pity.

Frank said: "Fat and thin have no effect on singing."

"You don't like fat people." I pouted.

"I like it, you are cute no matter what you look like."

Frank brought me yogurt to drink, and shook my bed. Enduring the discomfort during the fracture recovery period, I held up the yogurt box weakly. Frank asked me what fruit I wanted to eat, and pretended to cut it for me.

"Is it okay to eat pickled fish at noon? I don't want to eat fruit now."

"Do you want to eat outside or at home?"

"outside."

Frank hurriedly called his assistant and said that there was a Sichuan restaurant with pickled cabbage fish that was particularly delicious, but they didn’t serve takeaways, so he ordered the assistant to queue up. I asked him to run errands, but he said he was worried.

This is a bit exaggerated, I'm not the emperor, would someone poison me?

In the past few days, almost everyone has declined visits, because my mother was afraid that I would be in a bad mood, so they let me rest in the hospital. I talked with Feizi on the phone, and she kept crying softly, saying that she wanted to hug me very much.

Feizi hasn't grown up yet, she's a little girl.

But Zhou Yiyi was the only one who came in to visit me, last night.She was wearing a sweater and jeans, sat down beside me holding her glasses, and said, "Compared to your affairs, nothing is a big job."

"Thank you." I said.

"I talked to Mr. Pu in the morning, saying that I really found a treasure, maybe I will depend on you for the rest of my life."

These words are too ambiguous, my expression is a little stiff, but Zhou Yiyi is like this, what she wants to express is definitely not ambiguous.

I said, "Then do you count as sitting and eating?"

"I found that your little words are in a set way. You are not suitable to be an artist. You should go to the public relations department." She patted my forehead.

Remind me: "Eat less, body management."

I puffed up my cheeks aggrievedly, lowered my voice, and said, "It's not that I want to eat it myself. My boyfriend feeds me every day, and I can't help it."

"Are you provoking me?"

"..." I closed my mouth and looked at her. The more I looked at her, the more frightened I became, and I whispered, "I will pay attention, and I won't eat too much."

Yuan Yuzhe played with himself in it, and it is said that a series of people were involved. My mobile phone was also returned, but it was about to break down, so I bought a new one and imported the original data.

Zhou Yiyi picked up my phone from the bedside table, held it in front of my face and unlocked it, and said, "Would you mind telling the fans that you're safe, they're all in a hurry."

"They believe that I didn't cheat on the marriage?"

"Are you questioning your sister Zhou's business ability?" Zhou Yiyi fiddled with his mobile phone to take a picture of me, and said, "Turn your head a little bit, and just smile like this."

"It's definitely not good-looking." I was unhappy again.

Zhou Yiyi showed me the photo I took. In the picture, I was wearing a hospital gown, looking weak and pale, smiling silly. She asked me, "What copywriting do you want?"

"It's fine." I said.

"Just one sentence, think quickly."

I stammered for a long time and said, "Then...then say 'It's nice to be alive'."

Originally thought that Zhou Yiyi would not like this kind of talkative words, but unexpectedly she nodded and said, "Yes, the humor is not pretentious."

I grinned wryly, although I couldn't see myself, I knew it must be a fake smile.

My sauerkraut fish arrived, and I asked Frank to give a box of cherries sent by Charlotte to his assistant. The assistant is a man who is almost 30 years old. He and his colleagues are quite afraid of Frank, and may not show it even if they are cheerful.

"Don't be so serious, you're scaring others." I said.

The assistant carried the box of cherries and stood by the door listening to Frank's instructions on work. He kept nodding firmly, looking confident in himself.

Frank turned his head, looked at me, smiled, and said, "I'll bring you the fish later."

"Did you listen to me?" I frowned, put my arms outside the quilt, and said, "Don't be so fierce to others, don't you want to make a good impression..."

So Frank turned around, stared at me helplessly, and said, "I don't dare to speak anymore, what should I do?"

"You are fierce."

"Okay, you go back first, let's call."

The assistant nodded, and said goodbye in a low voice. After all, he didn't show a smile, and closed the door intimately after going out.

The fish with pickled cabbage was so delicious that I almost fainted from hunger. Frank spread the tablecloth on the sick table, put all the food on it, and poured the rice into my small bowl.

"Are you so greedy? Look at your saliva." Frank handed me the chopsticks and laughed at me.

I frowned and said, "You don't know, Yuan Yuzhe, that bastard, didn't let me get full afterwards. I haven't eaten a big piece of meat for a long time."

Holding another pair of chopsticks, Frank stood beside me and picked meat for me, and put it in an empty bowl to dry. He said, "Now you can eat whatever you want, as much as you want."

With such delicious pickled fish in front of me, I was very happy at first, but when I was happy, I suddenly became sad. I poked the rice with my chopsticks, and when I buried my head, tears also fell.

I am so sad, the better others treat me now, the more sad I am.

Frank reached out and tore the paper from the bed, sat next to me, hugged me, wiped my tears, and said, "I dare not even listen to what you say, I'm afraid I'll die of grief."

"I'm so powerless," I said, "I can't even protect myself, how can I protect you."

"Then we'll hire ten bodyguards."

"You're not kidding..." I sniffed and turned to Frank, who kissed my oily mouth.

His eyes were also red, and he kissed me again, saying, "I love you so much."