How to make my boyfriend fall in love with me

12.

.........

I haven't come up for a long time.

If there is no breakup, there should be no breakup.

I now think that the rhetoric of "eight sticks can't beat a fart" should be used to describe Mr. Y.

The tone of my reply this time may not be very good, sorry, because I thought of something.

The night before yesterday, Mr. Y socialized until midnight as usual. I waited until 12:30, thinking that he might not come back tonight, so I got into bed early and fell asleep. I fell asleep in the middle of the night and was awakened by the sound of the phone. When I picked it up, it was a strange man the sound of.

"Hello, is this Mr. S?"

I said "um".

"XX drank too much, I'm downstairs in your community, can you come down and take over?"

XX is Mr. Y.

I glanced at the notes on the phone and found that the caller ID was Mr. Y. At this time, my head finally cleared up a little. I remembered that the voice was not unfamiliar. It should be the friend who co-founded the company with Mr. Y. I will go I met Mr. Y a few times when the company delivered meals to him. I will mark it as C in the following text.

I hurriedly put on my coat and ran downstairs in the community. From a long distance, I saw C standing next to a Land Rover with lights on, rubbing his hands at the exit of the temporary parking lot of the community.

When he saw me, he looked like he was seeing a savior, and greeted me with dancing and dancing. My face was a little sleepy, and I only nodded to him as a gesture, without exchanging too many greetings.

C originally thought that Mr. Y would be handed over to me downstairs in my house, but when he saw Mr. Y's unconscious appearance, he volunteered to take Mr. Y into the room with me.

"You don't know how bad XX is in a bad mood recently." On the way to help Mr. Y upstairs, C complained to me, "Recently he has been working so hard... No, he has been working so hard all the time. What do you think he is trying to do? , I originally thought that after the company went public, I would force young talents to join me, and I planned to quickly find a girl to fall in love with, but my first girl didn't even see XX, so the new list dumped me One face, he is a family man, I don't, and you see that he is busy with socializing and drinking every day, no, what's the point of giving up enjoyment for the sake of work."

I was so quarreled by his words like beans poured out of a bamboo tube, I quickly changed the subject when he asked me "Is there any girl who can introduce me": "Did Y ask you to call me?"

"No, he was drunk tonight, and if he didn't go to a room, he would clamor to go home, and he wouldn't tell me where his home was. It was the address of the company's employees I checked," C replied, "XX looks very thin, so it really doesn't look light."

"Yes, because he is half a head taller than you." I cursed.

"When I went downstairs, I couldn't move him by myself, so I looked for the emergency contact on his mobile phone. I saw the note on it was 'home'. It didn't seem like a landline?"

"......."

"Are you busy recently?" C asked me when I arrived at the door.

"…fine."

"Then you really don't want to come to our company to sit more? Our company has a rest area for family members, and the equipment is very user-friendly."

I was silent for a moment, and said to C, I think Mr. Y probably doesn't want me to disturb him in the past.

"How is it possible??" C's eyes widened, "I thought he was waiting for you every meal time?"

....

After C left, I started to settle Mr. Y. I don’t know where the drowsiness from being woken up by the phone had gone. I looked at Mr. Y’s face flushed when he was drunk, and thought about what C said to me just now. Forgetting what I was thinking, I put my hand on Mr. Y's forehead.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Mr. Y, who had been in a daze and half-dizzy state before, suddenly raised his hand, grabbed the wrist of the hand I put on his forehead, and struggled to open it while I was so panicked that I didn't know what to do. With one eye, it seemed that he saw me, so his hand relaxed and dropped down casually.

I can't just let him fall asleep like this.

"Shall I make you hangover soup?" I whispered to him, "Don't sleep here, get up, go back to the room and cover yourself with a quilt."

He opened his eyes and looked blankly at the ceiling tiles. After a while, he closed them again: "Don't drink."

"If you don't drink it, don't drink it." I also think it may be difficult for him to drink hangover soup in this state. It's better to go to sleep first. "Get up, sleeping on the sofa will catch a cold."

"I want milk."

"?"

I was stunned for a while, and after a while, I slowly asked him in a very low voice: "But don't you like drinking?"

He said, "Well, I don't like it."

I was silent.

"I want to have lunch."

My hand on his forehead trembled, then slowly moved down a little, and landed on his eyes.

I was afraid that if I looked into his eyes, I would not be able to speak some words.

"Didn't you tell me not to send it?"

He stopped for a long time, and just when I thought he was falling asleep, he also said in a low voice with a little grievance: "I told you not to send it, so you really don't want to send it?"

Silence fell on me again.

I said to him, "I don't know what you want, I can only judge by your words."

He didn't answer, at this time I had lost the patience I had always been proud of, and the hand that fell on his eyes moved down a little bit, and I pinched his nose.

After dozens of seconds, he opened his mouth and took a breath as if admitting defeat.

"You will listen to what I say?"

"You said."

"Then I want you to come and bring me lunch every day."

"Yes." His company is not far from home, anyway, I have to cook every day, just a little more.

"You don't let FSL come to our house."

"Okay." FSL is my friend. The last time he came was an accident. I think if I didn't act like I was dying of illness on the phone, he probably didn't want to come.

"You don't get sick."

"...I will try my best." I really can't guarantee this.

"Don't go out to eat in the future."

"…."This is?

"I want to eat at home," he added, "what you make."

"can."

"Don't mention breaking up again."

He still had his eyes closed. I suspected that he was sober, but I didn't go to ask for confirmation. I used my lowest voice, as if talking to myself: "I'm afraid I will drag you down."

He didn't speak after that, but quietly followed me to help him into the bedroom, took off his coat, lay down on the bed, and covered him with a quilt.

I left him a small lamp, and said to him at the door, "I'm going to sleep in the guest room tonight, just call if you need something."

The moment the door was closed, a voice suddenly came out of his bed.

"Really... am I dragging you down?"

I immediately opened the door again.

"Why did you say that?" I asked him, "...who told you that?"

"If it wasn't for me, you would finish your Ph.D., go to England...and then go back to province G...go..."

I can't really hear what he said later, because he really fell asleep later.

.......

I seem to understand where the problem is.

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