My Boyfriend - Past or Now

Exchanged

"A new life?" Cici interrupted him, her eyes filled with bewilderment, but she couldn't help but laugh: "Where do you want me to start?"

Bian Jean was dumbfounded, not knowing how to comfort her, and could only look at her worriedly.

"It could also be that you can go back soon." Little Cici, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up, "Eric still warned me, still started to get bored with me." As she said this, tears fell down like a broken thread: "The purpose of your coming here was not achieved, and God is not ready to give the past you another chance to correct. I will still separate from Eric, and he will still marry someone else ......"

Side Jean hand and foot to look at the two faces gray defeated.

"Maybe ...... consider it in an optimistic direction because Xiaoxi recognizes the mistake, so ......"

He stopped, in vain he felt he could speak well, but also suddenly speechless, sorry to look at Cici: "Not necessarily bad, you guys do not blind guess."

Cici meaninglessly pulled the corners of his mouth: "You ran out, what about Eric?"

"I don't know ......" Little Cici recalled the scene last night, the design fragments all over the floor, and Eric's icy expression, no trace of temperature in his inky pupils. It's not that she didn't know how many nights he stayed up because of the design, and she couldn't remember why she had to tear up the design he got. The reason was so ridiculous that she couldn't remember it at all after a night of panic.

"Just call and ask, probably looking for you all over the world." Cici said.

Little Cici's eyes were all cautious: "He has warned me ...... will still look for me?" A pause to add: "He was very angry last night."

Cici's face a expression are not: "Will. He's not you."

"But I came out without my phone ......."

Cici glanced at side Jean, side Jean immediately obediently handed the phone: "Come, little aunt, use mine."

Little Cici is still pitiful: "But I didn't remember the number ......"

Cici stared at the ground with downcast eyes and quietly reported Eric's number.

The Cici he knew had always been like this, silent enough to sit in the corner, pale

The Cici he knew had always been like this, sitting in the corner, pale face without a trace of expression. If he hadn't seen little Cici, he would have taken it for granted that she was like this.

It's not that he hadn't speculated about what Cici had gone through this year or what kind of changes had occurred. But what he didn't expect was that this

But what he didn't expect was that the change was even greater than he could have imagined.

"The fight is over." Little Cici interrupted his thoughts and gave him back his phone: "Thank you."

He took the phone and put it in his pocket, asking casually, "How did it go?"

I don't know what was said, but the result was definitely good. At the moment, little Cici's face had some blood on it, and she spoke with a little bit of a frown: "He said he would pick me up."

Cici looked up at her quickly, and quickly lowered her head again, unable to see the expression.

Little Cici coyly to lean on her, want to say a few times, finally said: "I'm sorry ......"

Cici smiled and did not answer.

"I'm sorry." She said again, rubbing against her petulantly.

"Don't be a meathead." Side Jean pulled little Cici to the side: "rub yourself, also consider me this bystander can not?"

Little Cici glared at him: "Who asked you to watch?"

The side of the Jean smiled and shook his head, did not intend to bother with children.

The mugs in front of the three of them were no longer steaming. The mug in front of the three of them was no longer steaming, so Jean reached out and touched his own mug, then casually picked up the one in front of Cici and headed for the water fountain.

The water fountain. When he passed the door, he saw a figure walk in from outside and subconsciously shouted, "Welcome!"

After turning his head and seeing who was there, he froze in place.

Eric, dressed in a black trench coat, stood at the door with the door panel wrenched, his gaunt face with a new growth of scruff, and the moment he saw Bian Jie, he hesitated slightly before asking, "Where's Cici?"

He arrived unannounced, so that the side of the Jean simply can not think of a countermeasure, Cici's side suddenly came a crisp sound of breaking glass.

He and Eric turned their heads at the same time.

Both Cici were standing on their hands and knees at the other end of the room.

Eric looked at Cici's side and then back at Bian Jean, his eyebrows stretched out and his lips curved into a polite and detached smile: "My Cici is bothering you today, we'll treat you to dinner some day."

Side Jean does not know what the situation is now, except for a smile what words do not dare to say.

"Then I'll take Cici back."

Eric gave a slight nod to Bian Jean and turned in the direction of the two Cici.

He walked step by step towards the other end of the room, the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually turned thicker and spread to his eyes, with an undeniable doting and apologetic.

Little Cici stepped forward and tried to hug him.

However, his eyes passed straight through her and fell on Cici behind her.

Little Cici heard him say, "I'm sorry."

She turned back incredulously and saw that Eric already had Cici in his arms. Her brain had a second of confusion, wasn't that supposed to be her spot?

"Eric ......" she shouted softly.

Cici in Eric's arms immediately struggled gently, yet he didn't react to anything.

Little Cici blinked, somewhat unable to understand, rushed over to grab the back hem of Eric's coat, while shouting, "I'm here!"

To add to her confusion, her hand went through the middle of Eric's shirt. She looked down at her hand in confusion, and for some reason looked back at Jean for confirmation.

And Jean was still standing in the same place cupping the cooled mug with a surprised look on his face.

Only then did she dare to confirm that what Eric saw this time was Cici, not her.

The overwhelming sense of terror swept from the bottom of her feet. She tried to grab Cici who had broken free from Eric's arms, but another thing she couldn't accept was that her hand also penetrated Cici's body.

"Cici," she said, so bewildered that she turned to her for help, too scared to even cry.

But Cici couldn't help her. Everything happened so suddenly that even she didn't understand why it happened.

Eric felt that the person in his arms was a little too quiet, and looked down to see her face so pale that there was no trace of blood, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

Cici's expression was just as bewildered: "What?"

Eric frowned and tugged her hand tightly: "Is there something wrong with your body? Shall I take you home first?"

"I ......" she wanted to say wait, wait for me to switch over with little Cici, but she couldn't find a pretext, so she could only continue, "I ...... "

Eric did not understand her hesitation, only that she was still angry, whispered coaxing: "I was wrong, go home and feel free to punish you."

Cici looked to the little Cici, who was dumbfounded in place, her face was terrified.

"Let's go?" Eric urged.

"You go out first." She finally said, "I'll come after I have a word with Bian Jean."

Eric looked disapproving: "What words have to be said now? You look so bad, I have to ask a doctor to come and look at you."

As soon as she heard the doctor, Cici shrank back in fear: "Soon, you go out first."

When she said that, Eric simply let go of her and sat down neatly: "Then speak, I'll wait here."

Cici didn't know what else to do, she just insisted on staying put.

It was the side that made her come over and push her: "Go with Eric first. I'll take care of the other things for you."

She understood what the "other things" were, and could only nod: "Then ...... I'll go first."

***

The first thing you need to do is to get back to your home, and Eric drove in silence for a while and reached out to take her left hand in his lap.

The familiar touch of warm and dry, Cici's heart immediately missed a beat. The hand that she had held thousands or even tens of thousands of times in her memory, the hand that she thought would no longer have a heartbeat, was now so confusing that she couldn't even breathe properly.

"Cici," he said, his low voice filling the not-so-spacious car, "I apologize for my temper last night."

She turned her head to look at him and bumped right into his deep eyes, and hurriedly turned her head to look out the window: "...... was my fault."

Eric smiled gently, loosened his grip on her hand, and touched her head again with a little apology, "None of it was like you."

Cici didn't know what to say.

"Cici," he called her again after a long silence, his tone serious.

She looked at him with trepidation.

He slowly pulled over to the side of the road and looked at her seriously and levelly: "Let's talk."

Probably because her expression was too nervous, Eric lost his smile and took her hands in his, "What are you nervous about?"

She subconsciously shook her head.

He lovingly stroked her head again, "Let me apologize for losing my temper last night, because that design is really important to the company."

He stopped and looked at her.

Cici nodded immediately, "I know."

"But my temper was not just because the design was more important than the others, but, Cici," he changed his tone to a more serious one, "I'm going to say that again. You and I are not teenagers anymore, you can no longer just lose your temper when you want to, make a scene when you're happy, and flip your face when you're not. You should also learn how to deal with people nowadays and learn to be mature."

She bit her lower lip and listened.

"I always think you are still young, there is still time to grow up slowly. Uncle Ji and the others are busy, and you've been with me since you were little. He gave you to me with confidence, and I felt I should treat you well. I've always thought of you not only as someone I love, but also as my family. Do you understand what I mean, Cici?"

"I'm the one who spoiled you." He continued, "Actually, for some time now, I've been seriously considering this aspect. You're about to enter society and move into a world where I can't protect you all the time. But the good thing is that it's not too late, we'll improve slowly together."

Cici bowed his head in silence, these words he had not heard Eric say. At that time Eric did not sit down with her in such a calm manner to talk about her shortcomings, nor did he seriously tell her that she should correct them. Perhaps she more or less brought some influence to little Cici, so that Eric is still willing to talk to himself properly about these.

But if Eric had been willing to sit down and tell her what was wrong with her and what made him feel tired, if he had told her that they were still in time and could improve slowly, would they be different today? Wouldn't she have come to such a point where she was afraid to have even a little hope?

"Eric," she tried to swallow the lump in her throat: "Thank you."

Eric looked at her in amazement, not expecting such a reaction from her.

"Thank you for being willing to tell me that." She looked up, tears falling one by one down her cheeks, "Thank you for still being willing to walk me through my corrections. I promise, I will try to correct it, but there may be repetition. At that time, please don't be impatient and give me a little more patience, okay?"

Eric sighed, crossed the cab to take her into his arms, and whispered, "I'm sorry."

She buried her head into his shoulder and bit her lip hard, swallowing all the words that almost came out of her mouth. This is not her

Eric, all her sadness and aggression should not be poured out to this person in front of her, even the hug now is stolen from her.

She knows.