mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Zuo Boyao)

When I hugged Frank in the yard that evening, I said, "If only I could go to Germany now, I really want to go."

The epidemic has eased, and now the biggest obstacle is that Frank is very busy and has no time to take a long vacation. He helped Sister Sen barbecue together and talked with her about buying a car. As for me, I got a bunch of freshly baked chicken wings and stood Nibble next to it a little bit.

My mother was busy all the time, and later, we sat down to eat together, our faces were blown by the cool wind, and we were wearing thick clothes. I drank some wine, and when I was in a state of being drunk, I used Chin on knee, close to falling asleep.

Frank sat next to me and covered me with a thin blanket. He was still clinking glasses with my mother. I leaned into his arms, smiled happily, closed my eyes, and said, "Tomorrow, I will run two laps on the track. My wound has healed."

"Just run around, okay?" Frank touched my ear, asked me so gently, and said, "I'll rest the day after tomorrow, so I'll accompany you there."

Frank gave me so much good, watering me like an addictive poison, I started to sink into the mud, almost lost.I tugged at his sleeve and said, "I don't want you to accompany me, I have friends."

My mother interjected and said to me: "I'm still so playful when I'm injured, I don't know how to cherish my body."

No matter what I said, I couldn't hear it, so I turned around, put my arms around Frank's neck, leaned into his arms, and fell asleep.

It was hot and cold, definitely not comfortable, but I felt good enough, stayed with my mom for the first time at night with Frank, I fell asleep quickly, and I don't know when he fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes the next day, it was dawn, and Frank had already woken up. There was the sound of water in the bathroom, and his mobile phone was placed on the bedside table. It vibrated suddenly, and it was an alarm clock at [-]:[-].

Two new messages came in, but I don't know who sent them. About ten seconds later, a phone call came in, and the note was "Yota Nozawa".

When I picked it up, Nozawa greeted without hesitation and said, "Frank, good morning, today's meeting may be half an hour earlier, and I need to connect with you in time."

I rubbed my head, yawned lightly, and said, "Sorry, Frank is taking a shower, call back later."

"You are—" He actually answered these two words.

It stands to reason that subordinates would not find out who answered every phone call from the boss. This Japanese question made me not know how to reply for a while. He said: "Ah, sorry, goodbye."

I threw my phone into the pillow and jumped out of bed to tap the bathroom door, so the sound of the water stopped temporarily, and I told Frank: "Yota Nozawa called you just now, you can call him back, the matter It seems urgent."

Frank opened the door suddenly and came out, wearing a bathrobe to wipe his hair, he said, "It's okay, I'll be back later, you can sleep for a while."

I was wearing a striped pajamas, I looked like a sick patient, and my hair was long. Frank hugged and kissed me for a long time, and he said, "Go to sleep, and I will go to the racing track with you tomorrow."

"What kind of Yota, he actually asked me who I am, so funny." The complaint was over, and I almost forgot about it.

Frank said: "He is that kind of person, you don't care about it, and you don't have to answer."

I went downstairs to eat the breakfast made by Aunt Liu with Frank, and then watched him get in the car and leave. My mother was going to work too. She sat across from me and tore a slice of bread, and said, "Do you know how to look good on a man?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't let yourself fall into it completely, it's very dangerous," my mother said with a long sigh of relief, "Of course I hope he always treats you so well, but sometimes you have to give yourself a way out."

I looked at my mother, frowned and said, "It's really good to be so suspicious of others..."

"I've eaten more salt than you've ever eaten."

This sentence ended our conversation. My mother drank the last sip of milk, stuffed the torn edge of the bread into her mouth, and then stood up. I looked at her and didn't know what to say for a while.

I wondered if Frank would be particularly sad to hear my mom say that about him behind his back.

The band started rehearsing again. We made videos of new songs that we didn’t have time to perform, and showed them to fans for free. This is very happy, and it’s not the same as the kind of happiness that comes from participating in a show to advance.

Feizi still has a round face like before. We ordered pizza together. She ate almost half of it by herself and she was still hungry. His complexion is so bad."

I didn't take it seriously, rubbed my face and said "it's okay".

Zhao Yun brought us pastries made by his grandfather himself. The old man is 80 years old and has been out of the mountains for a long time, but he still can't let go of his lifelong hobby. He made some pastries for the younger generation to eat, and Zhao Yun brought them to us.

"You don't really want to marry Frank, do you?" Wen Duo jumped off the stage and asked me.

I told him very seriously: "Marriage is the grave of love."

In the evening, I went back to live with Frank. He worked overtime and came back very late, saying that he could play with me tomorrow. I cooked seafood porridge for him, which is a new dish I learned.

Is it flattering?I can't figure it out either, but if I consult Feizi, she will definitely tell me not to be so nice to men.

Frank was still working. I went into the study and sat on his lap, hugging his neck and acting like a baby. He said, "I heard that there is a Japanese restaurant that is delicious. Do you want to eat it?"

My smile suddenly froze on my face. Speaking of Japanese food at this time, it inevitably reminded me of the Japanese, Nozawa Yota, but when I thought about it carefully, I felt that I was too worried. Fried noodles."

"Then go eat fried noodles tomorrow?"

"Yeah." I smiled and buried my face in his neck again, and then kissed him, his hand got into my clothes and touched me, my back was numb from the stimulation.

Tell him: "Watch out for my ribs."

"Will watch," he said.

Later on the bed, I run my fingers through Frank's hair and say, "Really, I miss you."

In short, it's nasty enough, erotic enough, and shameless enough.

Sleeping with Frank, he always entangles me for kisses. In the middle of the night, my upper and lower eyelids fight, and I have to be hugged tightly to sleep. I am not very comfortable. I said: "If you hug me like this again, I will break more than a dozen ribs."

"I didn't touch the ribs," he said confidently.

In less than ten seconds, Frank gave in again, and the moment he tucked me in and turned off the light, I fell asleep.

I didn't dream all night. When I woke up, it was already past eight o'clock in the morning. The weather was cloudy, but it seemed to have cooled down.