Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

Zhao Yufeng was tired. Ever since he moved into the male god's house, the relationship between the male and female around him became more and more complicated: "What do you want for dinner?"

The words were addressed to Fu Nan, but He Xiangyao spoke first: "Drumsticks in honey sauce."

Zhao Yufeng was almost smoking with embarrassment, the chicken leg was still wet in the trash can at noon today.

Fu Nan was also savvy: "Brother, I'll go first."

"Eat before leaving."

"No, your boyfriend is going to be angry."

Zhao Yufeng was blushed by that boyfriend, He Xiangyao hugged the little model's waist to swear his sovereignty, and called the bodyguard to help see the guest off.

There were only two people left in the room, Zhao Yufeng blushed and lay on the male god's chest: "He said you are my boyfriend."

"Yeah", He Xiangyao didn't pay attention, looked at the red roses on the tea table with a half-smile: "Who sent the flowers?"

Zhao Yufeng: "..."

"Who is that man that Yang Yang took out?"

Zhao Yufeng: "..."

"You're getting bolder."

He Xiangyao hugged the little model and threw it on the sofa, stripped off his pants, and slapped him down: "The wild man has chased him home."

Zhao Yufeng's ankles trembled, he threw the trousers hanging on it aside, and tactfully kissed the corner of the boss's mouth, explaining while kissing: "He was brought here by Yangyang, and he doesn't know me well." I'm sorry. little cousin.

"He brought it?"

"I was making soup at home, and Yang Yang brought him here."

He Xiangyao dialed He Zhiyang's phone number: "Confiscate the credit card, go to the company and wait for me at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

Zhao Yufeng vaguely heard his little cousin begging for mercy, and looked at the male god's face and prayed silently for the bear boy.

He Xiangyao rubbed the swollen place on the white steamed bun: "Does it hurt?"

Zhao Yufeng whispered: "Boss, you said you would never hit me again."

He Xiangyao stopped for a moment, and continued to rub: "The premise is that you are obedient."

My dear, the text trap is very tricky, Zhao Yufeng bit the corner of his mouth: "I will shoot an advertisement tomorrow, what should I do if my slap print is seen by others?"

"How could that kind of place be seen by others?"

Zhao Yufeng slapped himself twice in the heart, he was almost stunned by masculinity, his IQ was almost on par with He Zhiyang, and his confidence was low: "Everyone uses the same fitting room."

Looking at his expression, He Xiangyao knew that there was something tricky in it: "What else?"

"Underwear commercials, things are as big as a slap, and the movement is a little bigger, and the sides are rolled up." After Zhao Yufeng finished speaking, he ran upstairs, moving faster than a rabbit: "I'm going to the bathroom, wait a minute chat."

He Xiangyao chased after him: "Say it clearly, what advertisement is it, and say it again."

Zhao Yufeng locked the toilet door and started to turn on the water: "Ah, what are you talking about, I'm going to the toilet, I can't hear you."

The toilet door was kicked open with a bang. Zhao Yufeng glanced sideways. The wooden door frame was rotten. His legs shook a little, and the released water shook in the air. He Xiangyao grabbed the bird out of the cage, and blocked the bird's head with his thumb: " explain."

Zhao Yufeng held back tears: "What did you say?"

"What do you say?"

"Under... underwear advertisement."

"What else have you filmed before?"

"Clothes...gloves...hat..."

"Also, let's get to the point."

The water leaked a little, and Zhao Yufeng was driven mad: "Swimsuit...body wash...men's bra...it's gone...it's really gone...please, let go, I need to go to the bathroom."

"How many times did you take it?"

Zhao Yufeng didn't answer, He Xiangyao grabbed the bird's head and crushed it: "To be honest."

"It's counting, don't interrupt me, if you interrupt, you have to...count..."

"You can do it." He Xiangyao put his arms around the waist of the little model and carried him to the study, ready to lock the door: "You are not allowed to go tomorrow."

The faucet, which had been blocked for a long time, was released, and the water came out again immediately. The pale yellow water flowed all over his legs. Zhao Yufeng got up with his hands on the ground in aggrieved, and quickly stuck his hands in the crack of the door to prevent it from being closed: "Just to take a photo , and didn’t do much, and you have filmed so many boat scenes, I don’t mind.”

He Xiangyao went to break the little model's fingers, and Zhao Yufeng hurriedly touched the male god's bird with the other hand: "If you don't shoot, don't shoot, let the past let him go, let's look forward to the future and cherish the present."

He Xiangyao's will faltered a bit, Zhao Yufeng continued his efforts, and touched the bird's egg: "Even if you let someone investigate the past, I am absolutely innocent. Now I stay under your nose every day, what are you worried about?"

His blood boiled, He Xiangyao pressed him on the carpet, and two hours later, there was an inexplicable smell in the air. Zhao Yufeng lay lazily in the arms of the male god, and kissed He Xiangyao's lower lip, as if remembering What, brows frowned together: "There's piss all over your legs, and you can get your mouth out of it?"

"Sweet."

"I'm not diabetic."

He Xiangyao held the little model's fingers and kissed: "It's sweet here too, sweet everywhere."

"Enough is enough", I'm embarrassed to say any more, Zhao Yufeng kissed the lower lip of the male god again: "Don't be angry."

"Staying at home in the future, I will greet them."

Zhao Yufeng wanted to agree, but suddenly remembered that he was at a loss. He was about to become a sunflower, and he lost his job. The monthly salary promised by the male god has never been paid. Although there is a card that can be swiped casually, it cannot be withdrawn from the card. The money, the money for the grocery shopping was all paid by him, and the little money he had saved was almost used up.

I'm afraid I don't have the money to go to the old Chinese medicine clinic in the south of the city to renew the fee this month, thinking about it like this, my knees seem to be sore again.Zhao Yufeng suffered from rheumatism when he was a child, and his bones and joints hurt every rainy day. His health is not good in general. After walking a few steps, his head feels dizzy, his legs feel weak, and he often has tinnitus. Traditional Chinese medicine is adjusted to relieve symptoms.

The more he thought about it, the more unhappy he became, and Zhao Yufeng was afraid that he would cry: the twins didn't do anything, so they could get two opportunities to be the leading actors, and he would be scolded and beaten for posting, and he had to follow the male god's will.He thought of the scene he saw at the top of the stairs last time, the twins were trying to hook up with the male god, but he could only watch silently in the dark, with no right to stop, and no position to be angry.

"What's wrong?" The little model didn't speak, but He Xiangyao became angry again: "I don't want to."

"No", Zhao Yufeng got up, leaning against the wall to take a bath, feeling that he was hopelessly cheap and too greedy: "I'll take a bath."

The little model was upset. From taking a bath to cooking, eating, brushing teeth, and going to sleep, the little model didn't say a word. After He Xiangyao realized this fact, he felt a little aggrieved, and only his family dared to rush for money. The master shook his face and was angry for a while, then couldn't help but move over and circle the person from behind.

Zhao Yufeng moved, found a suitable position in the arms of the male god, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Before going out the next day, He Xiangyao specially locked the bedroom door from the outside, and ordered the bodyguards to keep him in check. He was afraid that the little model would go against the law to take pictures, and he was also afraid that the little model would play tricks and go fooling around in the hotel. He also saved a little to show the little things. Look at the mind.

He Xiangyao went to work as usual, and called the little model during lunch, but no one answered, so he called the bodyguards to go upstairs to have a look, and he was relieved to know that the little thing was still sleeping.

The office door was knocked, and He Xiangyao quickly adjusted his expression: "Come in."

"Boss, you haven't chosen a male partner for the master's birthday banquet tonight."

"Boymate?" He Xiangyao put down his pen. He really forgot about it. He used to go alone. Later, when he got older and was urged to marry every day, he came out of the closet at home by the way, and then his mother and grandma started again. Urging him to take the man back.

He Xiangyao thought of the little model, but the little thing didn't have the slightest reputation, and he had a bad temper. He was too popular to be on the stage, so he hesitated: "Just those twins, named Fang or something, just choose one."

"Yes, boss."

He Xiangyao didn't take this matter to heart, but Zhao Yufeng remembered it. When he heard from Wang Qiankun that the twins went to the old man's birthday banquet, he was very calm on the surface, neither crying nor fussing. I hung up the phone feeling uncomfortable.

He was really not feeling well, probably because he had been lying on the carpet for a long time last night. Cool, the male god seems to have taken all the heat from the quilt with him.

Zhao Yufeng turned over, looked at the ceiling, his stomach groaned a few times, he didn't have the energy to get up to eat, and no one cared about him, the huge villa was terribly empty.

From morning to night, the sky gradually darkened, Zhao Yufeng blinked his sore eyes, he couldn't control his emotions, big tears fell down, slid down his cheeks, and hit the pillow , He thought: Why, why are you looking for other people outside while coaxing me.

After a while, I thought again: Fuck it, I won’t serve you anymore.

Zhao Yufeng suddenly gave birth to a burst of strength, sat up from the bed, staggered to the door, pushed it, it didn't open, pushed it again, and it still didn't open, he knelt down on the ground along the door, oh, it was locked, The sore knee touched the cold floor like a handful of thin needles made of ice, and he curled up in pain.

The old man's birthday banquet was very boring, so He Xiangyao took the twins, who he couldn't tell the difference, toasted and went to the balcony to blow the air.

The He family showed great enthusiasm for the people He Xiangyao brought back for the first time. Each of them wrapped a big thick red envelope, and they formed a lively pile and started talking.

After a while, the music started, and Mama He took He Xiangyao to dance with the twins, and there was booing all around. Fang Dong was pushed into the middle, his face was a little red at first, and then his neck and ears were all red, and he was dazed. Standing, looking a little pitiful, the person was brought back by himself, and He Xiangyao couldn't let him get off the stage, so he stretched out a hand: "Can I invite you to dance?"

Fang Dong quickly put his hand on it: "Of course."