mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Zuo Boyao)

I have to say that I am in a good state of mind. After I escaped from the Devil's Den half-dead, I didn't go crazy or collapse, but my boyfriend Frank seemed to become a little nervous, always worried that someone would kill me.

On the way, he told me that his colleagues were visiting at home. There were two Chinese and one German. I was planning to go out and run upstairs with my guitar in my arms. Showing a fake smile, I had no choice but to take the guitar off my body, hold the guitar in one hand, and arrange the casually dressed coat with the other.

Frank took off his coat and said to them, "Sit down as you please, I'll get a drink."

The three of them are elite business men, making the atmosphere so serious. They said "Hello" to me, and I said, "Hello, sit down, I'll wash some fruit."

Am I that virtuous?No, this is just a clumsy excuse for me to escape from the awkward atmosphere. When I entered the kitchen, I pinched Frank's waist and complained, "Can I make preparations? I'll say it when we get to the door."

"It's nothing, we chat casually, we are all acquaintances."

I lowered my voice and said, "I almost didn't even get dressed."

Frank, who was preparing a drink, turned around and held my face. He said, "Okay, I must tell you in advance next time. It's my fault for not thinking carefully."

Feeling that the flesh on my face was piled up together, I gritted my teeth and looked at Frank. After a long time, I sighed and said, "No way, we can't even quarrel."

"If you don't want to stay, go upstairs. I'll make food later, and I'll make it with them. I'll call you when the time comes." After speaking, Frank lowered his head and kissed me. After that, I turned around and took the dumplings from the refrigerator. It was wrapped three hours ago and has not been completely frozen.

I whispered to Frank: "Did you say you wanted to eat dumplings the day before yesterday? I made dumplings for you, carrots, beef and onions."

You could tell Frank was surprised, he probably couldn't believe I did it myself.

I said, "It's not dark cooking. I searched for tutorials on the Internet, and even talked to my friend's grandma on the phone, because his grandma is the best at making dumplings. I secretly made dumplings yesterday, and I officially made them for you today."

There are only a dozen or so dumplings, and it would be impractical to entertain guests. Frank went to the living room with drinks and fruit, and I secretly cooked dumplings in the kitchen by myself. I tasted one while it was hot, and it was simply not too delicious.

Frank was chatting outside, but he couldn't stop sending me messages, writing: Go and lie down, the injury is not healed yet.

I replied: hum!

He said: Thank you for your dumplings.

I said, "I study very hard. I haven't slept well these two days. You don't even try to praise me?"

The text chat stopped temporarily. I wore an apron and leaned against the cabinet, and took a box of grape juice from the refrigerator. After a while, Frank came in in a hurry, closed the door, and said, "Go and have a rest."

I frowned, picked up the dumpling, fed it to him, then poked his shoulder unwillingly, and said, "I'm too kind to you, are you getting annoyed?"

"If you're injured, you should take a good rest." Frank swallowed the dumpling, leaned up and hugged me, but didn't dare to use too much force because I had a rib injury.

I still asked persistently: "Tell me, tell me, how does the dumpling taste? Is it particularly fragrant?"

"The fragrance is very fragrant," he said to me, being hugged and unable to see Frank's expression clearly, "I dare not say it, because I am afraid that if I say it, you will be more motivated, and I will not be able to rest well."

I raised my arm and put my wrist on Frank's waist. At the moment of being hugged like this, I suddenly didn't want to say anything else.

I originally thought that there are few men in the world who know how to love, including myself, but Frank is just a rare man who knows how to love. What he gives is not superficial material, not vain appearance, not artificial concern, It is a delicate love that breaks away from the low-level possessiveness.

No wonder Charlotte, who is so independent and strong, likes him, because he is rare.

I drank two sips of fruit juice, went out of the kitchen and went upstairs, Frank insisted on seeing me off again, I almost ran out, but he followed me into the elevator and said: "It's okay, I'll see you lie down, just in case Uncomfortable again."

I've rarely been controlled like this.

I said, "It's not about climbing stairs, I can do it."

"What if Yuan Yuzhe..." Frank's mood suddenly sank, he looked at me, pursed his lips, and said, "What if."

I didn't even feel sorry for what happened to me, but I wanted to cry so much at this moment, I felt so pitiful for Frank, I really wanted to hug him, but the elevator had already opened, I walked out with a blank face, holding back perfectly Tears, I opened the combination lock and entered the house, and Frank followed behind me.

I turned around and looked at him, and said, "Impossible, the Yuan family is most afraid of something happening to me now."

"I know it's okay, but I can't help worrying," Frank said calmly, but I actually felt hopeless and hysterical, and I didn't know if I was sick or he was.

In a word, love is sometimes the scariest thing. Love is the happiest without reason, and love can make all outrageous decisions when it is desperate.

While I took a deep breath, I hooked my arms around Frank's neck and got very close to him, so that the bridges of my noses collided. This time, I took the initiative to kiss him. As soon as my lips were attached, it was out of control. Tears flowed, but I was very happy.

While being happy, I continue to feel distressed.

Pushed against the wall by Frank, the cool paint surface felt frosted, his hand touched my broken rib, touched it, and put it down again.

After the kiss was over, he still looked at me, I pushed him and said, "Okay, let's go down, the guests are still at home, isn't it rude of us to do this?"

It took 10 minutes to send Frank away. Before he left, he changed my pajamas with me and turned on the night light for me. I said I couldn’t sleep now, but he said that if I lay down, I don’t need to turn off the light if I get sleepy.

If such a relationship can be maintained for a long time, it is indeed a bit unreal. Frank's care and concern inevitably make people think of the plot of ruthless betrayal after extreme tenderness. To be honest, sometimes it is quite scary.

Probably, I am more afraid of losing because I have gained too much.

I didn't know they were drinking downstairs. Anyway, at eight or nine o'clock in the night, Frank suddenly called me. He drank too much and could speak clearly. He told me: "Don't find someone else, don't find someone else, okay?" good?"

I fell into a drowsy sleep, and after I said "yes", I didn't think about which question he asked.

I was thinking, he must be a little embarrassed and a little funny now.

"Call Ethan, call Ethan..." In short, a few short words have been repeated many times, and Frank suddenly choked up again. I rubbed my hair while listening to the phone, and went downstairs in my pajamas. When I opened the door, I heard Frank talking on the phone. After a slight delay, the same words came out of my mobile phone receiver.

I hung up the phone.

When his colleagues saw me coming, they said they were going to leave, but I didn't want to keep them. It wasn't a drinking party, but it was turned into a drinking party by Frank, and he was drunk. I helped him go to the bedroom and helped him get his pajamas. .

Said: "Hey, can you take it off by yourself, I can't help you when I'm hurt."

He pestered me to hug me, I could only help him take off his shirt and pants as little as I could, and took a towel to help him wipe his face.

"Come on, rinse your mouth and go to bed, okay?" I handed him the cup of mouthwash, and he took it and drank half of it with a "gudong gudong". Should I take the cup back, but fortunately the mouthwash is diluted, so it should be fine after drinking it.

I still shifted my position and went downstairs to sleep with Frank. He didn't bother me much and fell asleep after a while.Perhaps, for some people, getting drunk and messing around is commonplace, but for Frank, such an opportunity to let himself go is too rare.

And I, accepting his love with trepidation, because it was too much, too good, too unreal.