mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Hilde Frank)

Ethan, wearing a sleeveless top and throwing his coat into the car, asked me to wait for him not far away, and then greeted me with the excitement from the show.

"Thanks," I said, "I'll take it."

"Have you already figured out how to pay it back?" Ethan looked at me with a half-smile, and then walked closer to the sea.

I replied: "No."

The salty wind was in my breath, and the sand under my feet was soft and sinking. Ethan held his slippers, and after a long silence, he said, "I just sent things on a whim. I didn't lie to you. I didn't expect you to come to see me." show."

It seemed that Ethan didn't know the reason for my trip. He turned his face and looked at me with pure surprise in the dimly lit night.

"You made a special trip to see me?"

I didn't deny it, babbled it and said a very light "um".

Ethan is very cute. Perhaps in the imagination of many people outside, he is unreasonable and indifferent to everything, but now, I find him very cute, but this kind of cuteness will be hidden at certain times and revealed at other times.

Therefore, others may fall into a contradiction between liking him and guarding him.

"Look into my eyes," Ethan said, frowning first, then grinning broadly, "Look into my eyes, Frank, and stop looking around."

I looked into his eyes calmly, the darkest night and the brightest light were reflected in them, his smile changed from unbridled to soft.

After a long time, he suddenly turned his face away, walked away for half a step, and then gave me a hard push.

I don't even know what he wants to express.

Originally, I was Ms. Zuo's lobbyist, but until I left Sanya, I couldn't say what I had been brewing for a long time.

Fortunately, Ethan didn't drive Ms. Zuo and Mr. Wu out, but they didn't break the ice, and they still maintained the previous state. I made a special call with Ms. Zuo, and she said that she was very grateful for my coming to Sanya. Nothing can be forced.

I can only express my apologies again, because I am really guilty, and from the beginning, I came here with selfishness.

Back in Beijing, Ethan said he would go to the auto show with me. He kindly invited me and made five phone calls in one day. I happened to be in a meeting that day, so I only brought my work mobile phone. After the meeting, my assistant hurried over and said, "Zuo Boyao Mr. called and called five times, telling you to return to him as soon as possible."

"Didn't you say anything?"

I loosened my tie in the break room and called Ethan back, and he gave the time and place and said, "I'm going to be really mad if you don't come."

He is always like this, arrogant and domineering, and feels that everything must be obeyed by him.

"Sorry, I want my assistant to look at the schedule and reply to you."

I couldn't agree because I already had work scheduled that day, so time coordination needed to be considered. Ethan said, "Do people like you have no other fun besides work?"

"Work is important, Ethan."

"My mother is always like this, and you are always like this."

I don't know why I was compared to Ms. Zuo, Ethan's tone was a little aggrieved, I called the assistant in and asked him if I could spare some time that day.

Finally, I went to the car show and met Ethan.

He changed his usual avant-garde attire, wearing a wide shirt with short sleeves, a tie, dark blue shorts, and white high-top socks. He looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Dress differently than usual," I said.

He smiled triumphantly and asked me, "Do you like it?"

How should I answer, it seems inappropriate to like it or not, I thought about it, and had to say: "It suits you very well, too."

"I feel awkward myself," he said, taking a deep breath. "For me, clothes are very important. This body is like a cage, and it locks me up."

I handed him the coffee I just got and asked, "Then why are you still wearing it?"

"I want to change my appearance." His voice was softer and gentler than usual.

Probably, as he said, it was really the clothes.

"You look fine the way you are," I said.

"Isn't that good?"

I took a sip of iced coffee, and the cold air in the room was blown up. Fortunately, I was wearing a formal suit, so it felt just right. Ethan said, "Answer me, isn't that good?"

After removing the usual exaggerated clothes and accessories, this time, I really noticed that his appearance is the kind of gentleness and aura unique to Asians. His hair is not modified in any way, and it is longer than many men.

It looked like a girl with short hair in a trance.

His knees were always bruised, and he rubbed his calf in white socks against my suit pants, saying, "Answer me."

"It's all good." I said.

"Then do you like it?"

"like."

His persistence can overcome everything, and he has to ask questions that cannot be answered several times. He drank coffee without even opening the tab on the cup lid.

Command-like tone: "Don't laugh!"

In fact, I didn't intend to laugh, but his order made me laugh so much that I lifted my glass to cover my face and said, "Okay, no laughing."

He looked very much like the cat my aunt raised. It was a gray, not too big and not too fat cat. It was cute and elf-looking, and it would show its non-aggressive milk teeth when it was snatched.

I didn't see much at the auto show, mainly chatting with Ethan, he asked: "Frank, have you been to Golden Port?"

"No." I said.

"I'll take you there in a few days." Every time he talked about racing, he became more confident, and he could see that he really loved it. He said, "You are an expert. It's a pity that you don't go to the track."

"Okay, if I'm free."

The day we went to Golden Port International Circuit was a Thursday, the sun was very bright, and Ethan came to the parking lot to wait for me in the morning. He was carrying a helmet and a red and white racing suit, knocked on my car window, and , I snapped my fingers in the car.

He bent over to speak, and shaved the hair on his cheeks behind his ears.

"Frank, taking up your time again."

I took off my sunglasses, looked at him, and said, "It's already here, let's stop talking about it."

"get off."

Ethan leaned against my car, his whole body filled with this kind of ostentatious self-confidence, he said: "You come to experience it first, sit in my co-pilot."

It can be seen that he loves racing very much. He took me for two laps. After the car stopped, he tilted his head and took off the helmet. Sweat dripped from his temples to his chin.

"Dizzy?" he asked

I shook my head and said, "It's okay."

"So... did you like it?"

"Do you have to like it?" I asked back.

Ethan pursed his lips and rolled his eyes. He recently had straight black hair, probably because it was too slippery, so he always put his hands behind his head, and the hair covered half of his face. He looked at me and calmed down his emotions.

He lowered his voice, stared at me, and said word by word: "Of course, you must like it."

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