My Boyfriend - Past or Now

Stop it

Cici followed Eric into the door, and she subconsciously looked over at Eric who was changing his shoes and entering the door.

Noticing her eyes, he smiled and was a little embarrassed: "I was afraid you wouldn't come back with me, so I prepared something you'd like to eat and planned to trick you into coming back first."

She followed him and changed her shoes without saying anything.

Eric leaned against the wall with his arms: "Still angry? Or I'll go shopping with you this afternoon?"

Cici's shoes could not be changed for half a day, lowered her head and spoke, her voice buzzing: "You should hurry with your design first."

When she said that, she tripped over herself for some reason and fell towards the shoe rack. Fortunately, Eric reacted quickly to hold her up and chided, "Better rest at home."

She finally changed her shoes and looked up, her black-and-white eyes clearly had a watery flow in them, and she looked at him in a clear and light way.

Eric was stunned.

"You haven't slept either, have you?" She suddenly asked, "It didn't take much effort to find me, did it?"

It took him two seconds to realize that she was concerned about him.

Cici hugged him back: "I'm sorry."

"Little fool." He let her go: "Stop apologizing to each other, go get something to eat first, then get a good night's sleep."

Cici looked at him greedily. He walked slowly into the kitchen, pulling up the cuffs of his shirt to reveal his lean arms, and his long white fingers were familiarly picking out the meat from the crab into a bowl for her. It's probably hot to the hand, he subconsciously used his teeth to gently bite the tip of his thumb, sexy and beautiful, lowering his head to continue.

After a long time, realizing that Cici was still standing in the living room, he turned his head and laughed at her: "What are you staring at?"

"Handsome." She said.

He divided the porridge into bowls and filled them, "So you're still running over to the side Jean?"

"What?"

"You've been getting pretty close to him lately, haven't you." He pretended not to mention it and put the bowl on the table.

"You're jealous, huh?"

Eric gave her a sidelong glance, "I'm jealous and you stay away from him?"

Cici couldn't help but laugh.

He was a little offended: "What are you snickering about?"

She looked down and took a sip of her porridge, she sighed contentedly and didn't answer.

Cici's plan was to stay with Eric for a while and then switch back with Cici when he fell asleep. The door of the room was hidden, and the light from the living room came through the doorway and spilled onto the floor.

She put on her slippers and walked out to see Eric working under the lamp with his silver-rimmed glasses, his lips pursed and serious, his features as if sculpted in the light, even his eyelashes casting a thick shadow on his lower eyelids.

She gently went to the kitchen to heat up a glass of milk for him and put it in his hand.

The bony hand gave a slight pause, then he slowly raised his head to look at her, his eyes full of surprise.

She smiled at him, "Go on with your work."

He sat quietly watching her, half of his face hidden in the shadows where the lamp could not shine. Probably because of the silver-rimmed glasses, he looked a little different at the moment.

Cici bit her lower lip and thought, "Sven is a loser.

Then, in the meantime, Eric suddenly pulled her arm down and kissed her with his head up. The air was so quiet that there was only the sound of each other's breathing. Cici closed her eyes and felt the tenderness between his lips and teeth. He kissed her slowly and delicately as if he had a lifetime of patience, his left hand still holding her wrist, his right hand gently caressing her back.

After a long time, he let her go, somehow smothered a smile, even in the eyes are hidden laughter.

Cici looked at him inexplicably.

He picked up his pen and continued to work: "You can go back to sleep for a while."

But she couldn't leave, this stolen time, every second that passes is one second less.

Eric saw that she had no intention of leaving, and took out a printed sheet from the drawer and gave it to her.

It was a ticket to Hokkaido.

"I bought it a long time ago to take you after this project." He explained, "You've been screaming to go, haven't you? I was going to pull you straight to the airport tomorrow morning to give you a surprise ......"

"Tomorrow morning?" Cici asked rhetorically.

"Yeah." He laughed: "Look for yourself if you don't believe me."

Cici looked down and saw the paper clearly printed: 8:40 am.

On the other side of the side of Jean and little Cici also did not sleep. Little Cici is holding her arms in front of the side of Jean back and forth, mouth hatred has been broken: "It's all you! Why did you stop me? Why did you let Eric take her away? It's all your fault! What should I do now?"

Jean Bian held his forehead, his face full of fatigue: "Can you sit down? I'm dizzy."

"No!"

Bian Jean sighed and didn't even have the strength to roll his eyes: "He couldn't see you at that time anyway. What's the use of you going after it?"

Realizing that he had already said this several times, and that little Cici clearly still had no intention of listening, he had the good sense to shut his mouth.

"No! I want to go back!" She started to make a scene again.

"I said, aren't you sleepy? Look what time it is?"

Little Cici stopped sharply and turned her head to look at Jean, her expression almost twisted: "Do you think they will have slept together, will Eric have hugged her? Will Eric kiss her? Wouldn't ......"

She couldn't go on, feeling like she was going crazy.

Side Jean yawned: "What's the use of you thinking about all this nonsense. Sleep first, she will definitely come back to change with you once she can pull out."

"What if that's not the case? She definitely won't take the initiative to give Eric back to me. That's what she's waiting for, for the chance that she can replace me. It turns out she thought that when we were together, people could only see me and not her, so she was willing to help me, but now ......"

She actually said that she began to shiver: "Now, she found out that in fact, maybe everyone can see, it may also be her, so why would she still help me? She definitely won't help me anymore!"

"Is that enough?" Side Jean interrupted her, not knowing when to put away the smile on her face, even her eyes were warmless with mockery: "Stop saying these meaningless words."

"How is it meaningless?" Little Cici took two steps forward and stood in front of him: "Do you know what Eric means to her? And do you know what losing Eric means to her? What does it mean to her to get through all the days without Eric? Do you know?"

"I don't know." She laughed, "Because I can't even think about it. I saw the way she looked at Eric when he came in the afternoon ......"

She didn't go on, that look made her whole body alarm bells ring and she couldn't resist the urge to go cover her eyes and take Eric far away. she knew it was a sense of crisis given to her by her intuition and she didn't believe that Cici didn't want to stay with Eric.

"She is me, so I knew at first glance that she wanted to replace me."

Side Jean shook his head speechlessly, flipped the lid of the lighter to play with it, suddenly put the lighter away and asked, "You said something similar to Cici?"

Little Cici hesitated for a second and immediately raised her chin stubbornly: "What? I can't remind her? Even if she is me, the Eric here doesn't belong to her."

"It's mine!" She added emphasis to her voice.

When he thought of Cici's face that day, sitting by the window sill in the darkness, he somehow felt a sharp twitch in his heart and stood up to look down on Cici: "I think you deserve to be dumped."

Little Cici was furious and pushed him hard, not pushing, and then pushed harder: "You're all bastards! You're her friend, of course you're helping her! You guys want her to replace me? I'm telling you! No way! I'm going home right now and let Eric know what you people are planning!"

"You go ahead!" Bian Jean smiled anew, the corners of her mouth hung a hint of ice cold: "You see, who Eric really chose."

Little Cici's face went white.

"Let's go." Side Jean picked up the car keys, and incidentally looked at his watch, "Five o'clock. I'm really tired after serving you auntie all night. I'll take you home now and go change Cici back. Then you go alone and talk to Eric about all this nicely, nicely, nicely."

Little Cici stood still with a stubborn face, bean-sized tears falling from her eyes, which she raised her hand to wipe away with a fierce hand and continued to glare at him defiantly.

The side of Jean turned around, little Cici is just three steps away from him, probably because he has not been sleeping so his face is miserable white, obviously aggrieved that the corners of the mouth keep going down, but still desperately holding back tears.

"Tsk." He drew a tissue and handed it to her: "You are so meaningless."

Little Cici squeezed the tissue and looked at him without speaking, the moisture in her eyes getting heavier and heavier, then she hugged her knees and squatted down, gradually sobbing out, "I'm sorry, I couldn't control my emotions. I know I shouldn't have said that, I shouldn't have thought that. But I'm afraid."

Side let squat down to accompany her.

"The other day I was watching TV and suddenly another me appeared and told me that Eric was going to break up with me in three months. I thought I was dreaming. But I wouldn't dream that Eric was leaving me! I've been with Eric for over 20 years, he's been with me since I can remember, I know how to start liking someone, he's my boyfriend. Now all of a sudden, he tells me that this person will separate from me and marry someone else. How is that possible?"

She looked up at him, tears crawling all over her face: "How is it possible? How is it possible to break up a relationship of more than 20 years? The feelings are gone, but there are still habits. The first thing I saw when I woke up was not him, so how should I start this day? I can't even think about it. I wish it was a dream, I wish she was lying to me, she was nothing like me, how could it be me. But that time she just disappeared in front of Eric and me, and I was the only one who could see her. I looked at her and felt truly scared for the first time. I forced myself to act as if nothing had happened and forced myself to try to correct it. But how can I change? The me Eric knows is this kind of me. I gradually became afraid to get along with Eric, I am afraid of his every sigh every frown, but the more this happens, the more I have no way to control my emotions. Every day I wake up thinking, "It's over, my relationship with Eric is getting worse and worse, I'm about to be abandoned by him."

Little Cici spoke a little incoherently, she knew Cici must be sadder than her, but so was she. She didn't even have anyone to talk to, she felt like she was already a taut string that could break at any moment.