mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Zuo Boyao)

In the middle of the night, a friend who was playing with the car called me mysteriously. I had already turned off the lights and was about to go to sleep. The other party cleared his throat and asked, "Who are you with?"

"I'm not talking to anyone," I answered the phone in the dark, looking at the ceiling illuminated by the twilight, and said, "I'm alone, I'm going to sleep, if you have something to say, hurry up."

Obviously, the other party sighed, and I turned around and lay on my side, touching the suede quilt with one hand, almost pulling the short hairs off the fabric anxiously, my friend asked: "Your boyfriend is in Chongqing now?"

"Yeah, I've been there for a few days, on a business trip."

"Brother..." The other party was getting more and more stuttering, he paused inexplicably, then lowered his voice, and told me, "I went shopping with my wife, and I met your boyfriend at Raffles City. together."

This doubt is not difficult to answer. Now when it comes to the man next to Frank, the Japanese is the first thing I think of. I said: "You mean his assistant, I know, they went together this time."

At this point, the call between this friend and me did not end, but under the hint of his tone and emotion, I had to start recalling everything I knew about Yota Nozawa and his relationship with Frank.

But I knew too little, and after thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't come up with the result. I have always trusted him, but I suddenly realized that this kind of period is actually the most dangerous period.

Even my mom reminded me.

In the past, Wen Duo's father was a well-known considerate and kind man, but he still secretly climbed into another woman's bed. Then, that woman became Wen Duo's stepmother, and now he and Wen Duo's father had a very good life.

It is true that Yota Nozawa is not the same as Frank's former assistant, so I subconsciously pay attention to him, and also to the relationship between him and Frank.

My friend's phone call kept me completely awake. He said: "They seemed to be shopping, carrying a lot of bags, and then went into an izakaya, and they looked very close, especially the boy with long hair, he looked I like your boyfriend very much. I hope it's a misunderstanding, even if you blame me, it doesn't matter, it might help you one in ten thousand, and I will tell you."

He was so sincere, it made my heart go cold. Isn’t Yota Nozawa the kind of love rival I have always been most afraid of?He is educated, intelligent and calm, cold and beautiful.

It's the kind of look that elite men like most.

I stayed up in the middle of the night, thinking about whether to buy a ticket to fly to Chongqing, but I knew that if I really went overnight, then it would be impossible to solve this matter without trace, and it would be more likely to cause an uproar, or even lose both sides.

But no matter what, I have no evidence, which is the most embarrassing.

Just before dawn, I was lying on the bed wearing a steam eye mask, and I called Frank. He answered it drowsily, and asked, "What's the matter? It's so early."

"Is Yota Nozawa around?" I asked.

"He probably hasn't gotten up yet? We're not in the same room, I don't know, why ask him?"

I sighed, admitting to my wild suspicions, and said, "Frank, I hope you're not lying to me."

"I won't lie to you," he answered anxiously, and asked again, "What's the matter? Don't scare me."

"Give me Nozawa's phone number, I have something to talk to him about."

At this moment, Frank finally noticed the thorn in my words. He seemed to be bullied, and his speech became softer, saying: "What's the matter? Don't be angry, I'll send you the number right away, wait a minute. "

It may be that the psychological suggestion is too strong, or it may be that something happened that I don't know, because Charlotte has never made me so angry and flustered. I lifted the blindfold, and Nozawa's number appeared in front of my eyes, and my fingers kept shaking. I sat up in bed and took the blindfold off completely.

"Hello, Zuo Boyao...Mr." The other party's tone was humble and determined.

"How did you know it was my number?"

"Frank asked me to save it."

"You like my boyfriend?"

"How do you know?" He answered my questions with questions, and responded to my panic with calmness, with a faint smile.

My tears flowed down "swish", I couldn't stop it no matter how I controlled it, this time it wasn't sad, but I was really crying out of anger, I don't know if he could hear me crying.

"You're not married, so it's okay if I like it a little bit?"

I stood up, knocked over the water glass on the bedside table, and spilled my slippers, so I squatted down to pick up the glass in a panic, Nozawa continued: "Don't worry, we bought you a lot of gifts together, Everything you like."

"Your mother stinks, shameless!" I couldn't utter any polite curse words, and my ears were ringing with anger.

The curtains were slowly opened, and the morning light poured in. It was a very gloomy cloudy day.

I said, "I tell you, I don't care about men, but don't be so bold as to mess with me."

"I didn't mess with you..."

"I'm a person who almost died. I'm not afraid of you at all. Do you hear me?" I was so angry that tears were streaming down my face, but the person on the other side still spoke calmly from beginning to end.

I hung up the phone. I was sad, angry and sad. Frank kept calling me and I didn't answer.

I booked a plane ticket at 10:30 in the morning and flew to Chongqing at [-]:[-].

I didn't even eat breakfast, and the emotional turmoil turned me into a manipulative fool, and when I was impulsive, I thought "it's okay to break up".

I don’t know why, but I suddenly missed my mother. I sent a message to my mother at the airport with red and swollen eyes, saying: I’m going to break up. I’m too tired. I will never meet a good person in this life. fool.

Ms. Zuo said: You never praised your mother.

I said: Why am I so uncomfortable, I have never been so uncomfortable, I am at the airport now, I went to Chongqing to find him, my friend saw him go shopping with others...and eat other people's hometown dishes.

My mother's phone call came in unexpectedly, and she asked straight to the point: "He's sorry for you, isn't he?"

"I do not know."

"Oh, my silly boy, if others don't lie to you, who will you lie to?" My mother was silent for a while, and then said, "It's no big deal, who doesn't have a few fruitless loves in his life."

"You said... Frank is really not a good person?"

"It has nothing to do with being a good guy or a bad guy."

I said, "I should trust him once, shouldn't I?"

"Mom can't make decisions for you."

"Okay, I see. It's time to board the plane. I'll hang up first." I stuffed the phone into the pocket of my coat, and the phone rang suddenly. It was Frank's call.

I still picked it up and asked him, "Do you like Nozawa?"

"It's okay, although I'm not that used to changing assistants."

I took a deep breath and said, "I mean... have you fallen in love with Nozawa, or about to fall in love with him, or what did you do with him if you weren't in love with him?"

"Neither, it's impossible," Frank took a deep breath, and said, "Ethan, you shouldn't be so suspicious of me. I took the time to buy you a gift yesterday, and I only brought a gift for you."

"Have you eaten at an izakaya?"

After a while of silence, Frank asked, "Did Nozawa tell you?"

"My friend saw it."

I hung up the phone, telling myself that this love was too dangerous, it was, it is, and it always will be.