Office Love Affair: Reversal

I chased the taxi all the way, shouting while chasing. The taxi didn't respond at all. Because it was late at night, there were not many vehicles on the road, and the taxi drove faster and faster, I could only run and shout desperately. My voice echoed all over the street. Finally, I didn't stop the taxi, but called the traffic police, came from behind and stopped in front of me for a moment.

The traffic policeman said Thai Wen. I couldn't understand what he said. I had to make a random gesture, pointing to the taxi that was about to disappear at the end of the corner, then quickly took out my passport and shook it in front of him, and then stepped on his motorcycle. The traffic police understood what I meant and immediately started the motorcycle to chase the taxi. Unfortunately, the taxi has disappeared. I even couldn't find it in two streets. I had to turn back.

I guess the traffic police want to take me back to my original place or go to the police station, because we don't know the language and can't communicate, and he doesn't know what happened. Fortunately, when I walked back, I actually saw the taxi again, but there was no fan pepper in the taxi after I stopped it. The taxi driver spoke Thai. The traffic police talked to him. I couldn't hear anything, but the traffic police pointed to me. The whole environment was inexplicable.

Finally, the traffic policeman called another traffic policeman. Fortunately... I could speak Chinese. I told him the whole thing. He asked me a few questions, such as the characteristics of fan chili and the relationship between us. I told him, and then he asked the taxi driver. The taxi driver pointed in a direction, and the traffic policeman pushed him into the car, Tell me that the taxi driver took fan chili to a hotel. Now take us to find it. I'm very grateful.

The hotel has been found. It's near the sea. It's a big hotel. The decoration is very beautiful, modern and unique with Thai characteristics.

At the front desk, the traffic policeman communicated with the staff, and the taxi driver participated in it, gesturing and describing it. It is estimated that it is to describe the appearance of fan pepper. I also saw him pointing to the door, then pointing to his watch and estimating the time. The staff probably know the context. They should tell us when they see the traffic police. They are not bad people.

"Well, you can go. It's on the twelfth floor." The traffic policeman who can speak Chinese told me.

"Thank you!"

A staff member turned out from the front desk and took me and the traffic police who could speak Chinese to find fan Chili's room. The traffic policeman who can't speak Chinese left the hotel with the taxi driver. Before they left, I bowed to them as a thank-you. I really thank them.

In the elevator, I began to get nervous.

Just now, the only thought in my heart was to catch up with fan chili. After I couldn't catch up, I found her. Now, people find me, but they don't know what they want to do and what they can do? How about finding fan chili? Whether she wants to see me or not is unknown. What if she drives me away? Maybe this thing will ruin the mood of our journey.

Watching the elevator numbers soar all the way up, I feel my heart pulse gradually soar up. Originally I wanted to come to Thailand with fan chili, but I was destroyed by myself! Now, we come alone. She doesn't know I'm coming, and I don't know she's coming, but God arranged me to see her. Does this mean our fate is not over?

The elevator is safe to the twelfth floor.

It's a long corridor out of the elevator. The decoration is gorgeous. The carpet is soft. The wall is wooden, inlaid with mahogany and soft bags. It's very beautiful, but... It's flammable decoration. It's not allowed in our country, so it can't pass the fire inspection. The staff took us all the way to the end of the corridor, stopped at the door of a room and looked at me.

I understood her eyes. She was asking me if I wanted to knock.

I knocked on the door myself. I knocked three times before I opened it.

I saw the pepper. She opened the door. She had a towel wrapped around her head and just washed her head. Seeing me, fan Chili's eyes showed a trace of surprise, flashed and then turned into a trace of indifference, then moved away from me, swept over the traffic police, and finally landed on the staff. The staff communicated with fan chili in English. It is estimated that fan chili said this.

The traffic police and the staff left. I stood at the door of the room. Fan chili returned to the room. She didn't drive me away or invite me in, but the door was open and open.

I entered the room and closed the door behind me.

Fan chili sat in front of the mirror and wiped her hair with the towel she had just wrapped her head. She wiped it very carefully and slowly. She seemed to be thinking about something, and her eyes... Stopped in the mirror. It was me in the mirror. Yes, I stand behind fan chili. I don't know what to say. Even if I try very hard to think, think about topics or problems, it will be futile in the end. My heart hurts. I used to talk about endless topics. We often talk all night. Now we have nothing to say!

For more than ten minutes, fan chili has wiped his hair and focused on me in the mirror. Her eyes... I can't distinguish what it is. Is it indifference or indifference... Impulsive? Or it's plain. It's very different from the past!

"Pepper, I saw you take a taxi. I chased you many streets." I said, I think I should start with this behavior, "but I couldn't catch up and was stopped by the traffic police, so... Finally... The traffic police brought me!"

Fan chili didn't speak, and even his face and actions didn't change at all.

"I... didn't know you were in Thailand. I had nowhere to go. That day... I suddenly signed up. I remember you told me before, so..." what am I doing? It's a mess. It's completely disorganized. My head is in water?

Fan chili still didn't speak, but his face changed, frowned and began to be unhappy.

Silence, another few minutes of silence.

"Sorry!" I said, I really don't know what to say!

"I'm sorry what, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everything. Will you say anything else besides these three words?" Fan chili turned around, faced me and stared at me, "what are you doing in Thailand? Who sent you? What are you doing here? Are you bored? You come to Thailand if you don't return home during the new year. "

I feel confused and a little stunned.

"Sorry!" I said.

"You said." Fan chili stared and gnawed his teeth, trying to kill.

"Sorry." I think I must be crazy, but I think I didn't say anything wrong. I made her angry. Shouldn't I say I'm sorry? And I didn't mean to say I'm sorry. It's like a conditional reaction.

Fan chili got angry, picked up the carton on the table and hit me, then the ashtray. She felt that the weight was not suitable in her hand. She immediately put it down, then took the phone, and the connection was broken. However, the phone didn't hit me. Fan chili didn't dispel his hatred, climbed to another table and took those snacks, bags of specialties, more than ten bags, bags of hit me, including leaf candy and coconut sticks, Everything hit me and finally fell on the floor.

Does it hurt? It hurts, but I'm not qualified to dodge.

There was nothing to smash. Fan chili stopped and stared at me.

"Why don't you talk? Don't you feel bad about being bullied? " Fan chili said in a strange tone.

"I bullied you first, didn't I..." I didn't dare to say. There was nothing beside fan chili. She was smashed. There was only one stool she was sitting on. If she hit me with a stool, I guess I'll hang up.

"Go away, don't let me see." Fan chili gritted his teeth and said, "roll, immediately."

I turned and left, but I couldn't walk for two steps. I asked myself, do I really want to roll? After running so many streets, it took so much effort to find fan chili. What am I going to do? This is not at home. But why don't I stay? Continue to make fan pepper angry?

Suddenly, I miss the first time I went to France. At that time, I suddenly saw fan chili in the street. I went to chase him, but I couldn't catch him. I was desperate. Beside the fountain in the square, my face was full of tears. Then fan chili appeared. She found me. The feeling of that moment, the surprise in despair, was deeply imprinted in my heart, I remember... A word I said to her, I said I would never let her leave me again

But now?

Everything has changed. Why is it like this?

I feel heartache and can't walk. I don't know where to go. Can I go back to the hotel?

"Go away, why not go away?" Fan chili scolded me, "don't influence me here, you bastard. I'm angry when I see you."

"What are you angry about?" I turned around. "Why are you angry?"

"I don't know. I don't want to see you!"

"That's because..."

"Get out, now." Fan chili interrupted me and wouldn't let me say. She didn't want to listen. She went into the bathroom and said to me, "I'll take a bath. You must get out before I come out."

"Sorry!" I didn't want to say these three words, but I said it, across the bathroom door, and left the room.

I didn't leave immediately. I stood outside the room, leaning against the soft soft bag wall, and lit myself a cigarette.

Do I regret it? Regret seeing fan chili, regret chasing her, regret finding a hotel? No regrets, what do I regret? The relationship between us has been very bad. Is it different now? I just... Regret affected her mood. Fan chili is expected to come to Thailand to relax during the Chinese New Year. What good mood can I say when I do this?

The smoke was almost finished before I walked to the elevator.

When the elevator arrived, I walked in. There was a woman in it. It was estimated that she was a resident upstairs. A European woman could not see her age, but she was very beautiful and polite. She smiled at me and asked me in English what floor I went to. I said that she went to the first floor, so she didn't have to press.

When the elevator went down to the tenth floor, the light suddenly went out, and the elevator stopped. With a bang, the European woman immediately screamed, jumped close to me and grabbed my arm. I told her in English not to be afraid, then took out my arm, took out my mobile phone from my pocket, and looked for the help button on the control board with the help of the light on the screen. However, there was no response. There was no response to pressing around.

What's the matter with the plane? Is it possible that the whole hotel is out of power?

Impossible. Even if there is a power failure, such a large hotel should have its own power generation system.

No way, we can only wait!