Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

Zhao Yufeng looked at the sun above his head, and the bodyguard brother's short t-shirt, forget it, endure the calm for a while, and take a step back.

It wasn't until Zhao Yufeng arrived at the cemetery that he realized that Fu Nan had only invited the two of them. To be precise, he was the only one invited. Get off the solitary space.

Fu Nan's eyes were swollen like goldfish, and they were red. He didn't know how long he had been crying. Zhao Yufeng patted him on the back, stepped on his feet and gave him a hug: "It will get better."

Life will always get better and better. This sentence Zhao Yufeng said to Fu Nan, but also to himself.

Fu Nan tightened his arms: "Brother, I will come to you after I pay off the medical expenses owed to my father for his treatment."

Why are you looking for me, you are so familiar, you don't need to pay back the little money you owed me before, and save money to marry a wife, Zhao Yufeng took out a tissue and wiped Fu Nan's tears: "Don't think so much, work hard."

Fu Nan took a deep look at Zhao Yufeng, and Zhao Yufeng was helpless: "How far is it? I will help you a little bit."

Fu Nan's expression became even more strange. Zhao Yufeng couldn't understand it, so he took out the remaining grocery money in his pocket and stuffed it into his hand: "Take it and have a good meal, and then go to sleep."

"Ah."

Fu Nan responded, and let go of his arm. Zhao Yufeng felt something warm and soft brushing past his ear, it was a little itchy, and a little awkward. It shouldn't be the thing he thought, and even if it was, it should just be careless. , where do so many gays come from in the world.

Zhao Yufeng despised himself from the bottom of his heart and looked at Renji with rotten eyes. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw cigarette butts thrown at the male god's feet. He was obviously impatient, and felt uneasy: "I'm leaving first, and I'll contact you when I'm free."

"Brother... I..."

"what happened?"

"Nothing, let's go."

The male god stared at this side, Zhao Yufeng felt that his earlobe was about to be stared at and burned, a hole was burned, and he walked back shaking his legs, hooking the little finger of the male god, He Xiangyao dodged, Zhao Yufeng again Bending his little finger to hook, He Xiangyao hid again, Zhao Yufeng hugged the male god's arm directly, and smiled stupidly: "Hee hee, I'm hungry, let's eat Orleans grilled wings, shall we?"

He Xiangyao didn't hide this time, and frowned: "Eat less nutritious food, go home and drink soup."

Zhao Yufeng had nothing to love, so he rolled his eyes and pretended to be dead.

The phone vibrated, and He Xiangyao answered the phone with his arms around the little model. Zhao Yufeng couldn't hear what was being chattered on the other side, but the male god's frowning brows were relaxed, and his tone was more gentle, he should be someone close to him.

Zhao Yufeng was not interested in the content of the conversation. He looked around boredly, looking at the light spots cast by the sun through the leaves, the white clouds floating in the sky, and the birds jumping on the branches. There was only one, which should be single bird.

"What's the matter?"

The man's deep voice rang in his ears, Zhao Yufeng came back to his senses, looked up and saw the sun shining on the face of the male god, and there was a small shadow under the thick eyelashes, he stretched out his fingers and touched it: "Boss, when it rains, your eyelashes Can it hang a lot of small raindrops?"

"I basically don't go out on rainy days." He Xiangyao grabbed the little model's hand in his pocket: "I have an umbrella when I go out."

Oh shit, IQ is really on par with my little cousin, and the boss has a car to pick him up when he comes in and out, how could he get wet, Zhao Yufeng took out a candy from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth in frustration.

He Xiangyao lowered his head, pinched the little model's chin, poked his tongue in, and rolled the sugar into his mouth: "Want to see me get wet? Let's wash together at night."

The proposal was a bit filthy, but Zhao Yufeng liked it, blushing and bowing his head, which was regarded as acquiescing.

The phone vibrated again, and He Xiangyao hung up: "Are you tired now?"

"Not tired", I haven't walked a few steps, how tired, Zhao Yufeng hasn't eaten meat for several days, and I feel a little excited inside, maybe the male god wants to play in the car?

He Xiangyao got into the car with his arms around him, drove the bodyguards back to the villa to serve soup, and sat in the driver's seat by himself: "Come out with me if you're not tired."

All the way without talking, Zhao Yufeng was worried about his charm. He was alone and widowed for nearly 10 minutes, but the male god didn't touch him. He got out of the car and was greeted outside by bodyguard A and a cup of wine in his hand. stew.

Zhao Yufeng had resigned himself to his fate, pinched his nose and poured it down until he finally saw a piece of brown stuff left in the cup. He poked it with chopsticks and it was quite elastic. When he picked it up and took a look, it looked a bit like a king oyster mushroom. He bit his teeth, it smelled like meat and a little fishy, ​​he knew what it was.

He Xiangyao covered his lips and coughed a few times: "Fill the shape with the shape."

"Do I still need to mend?" Zhao Yufeng put the thing back into the cup, the taste was so strange: "Anyway, I don't need it."

He Xiangyao thought about it, and it was indeed: "Then I won't eat it from tomorrow."

Zhao Yufeng thought of something else, and smiled a little badly: "Boss, let me use it whenever you want."

"When dreaming."

I knew it would be impossible, but Zhao Yufeng was still heartbroken when he heard the exact answer. He hugged the male god's arm and didn't speak. Call after me later."

"what is it call?"

"You can call me whatever my name is, and Yang Yang is here too, so don't be nervous."

Zhao Yufeng's heart was overwhelmed. He felt a bit like a young man who accompanied his girlfriend to see his mother-in-law for the first time. He was excited and scared. His family, they were the family of the male god. Then he thought that the twins were also taken to the birthday banquet by the male god. Down, he is not the only one, but just happens to follow the male god, the twins are here, maybe the one who follows is one of the twins.

He Xiangyao pushed open the door of the box, the inside of the door was very dark, with colorful lights flickering back and forth, He Zhiyang stood on the coffee table with a microphone and howled ghostly.

He Xiangyao was too old to like these things, and turned on the incandescent lamp: "Stop for a while."

As soon as the words came out, everyone in the room was pressed the pause button, and everyone stopped moving. Bodyguard A turned off the song and carried He Zhiyang to the corner.

He Xiangyao exerted force on his wrist, pulling Zhao Yufeng who was hiding behind the door and dared not come in staggered: "Come in, why are you hiding?"

Zhao Yufeng was so nervous that his palms were sweating: "I'm dizzy and want to go back to sleep."

He Xiangyao sighed, went out and carried him to the middle of the room: "Let me introduce, Zhao Yufeng, my man."

Zhao Yufeng buried his face in the male god's chest, not daring to look around, feeling that he couldn't breathe, he was going to die, he was really going to die.

"Yaoyao, why bring another one?"

"What about the one two days ago?"

"This is a bit timid, like a little rabbit."

"Brother, if you don't like it, you can borrow it from me. I like this kind of person who is easy to be shy."

He Zhiyang was out of the situation, last time he was sick and didn't go to the birthday party, he tugged at the clothes of bodyguard A: "Where, where is there another one?"

He Xiangyao hugged the man and sat on the sofa: "He Yuan, don't try to think about him."

"Don't mind, brother, you have as many of these gadgets as you want, just treat them as gifts for me."

"roll."

"Okay, okay, brother, do you want to come?"

He Xiangyao shook his head, He Yuan simply turned around to look for other people, Zhao Yufeng shrank into the arms of the male god, like falling into an ice cellar, every word of these people was like a knife cut on the flesh, every word made him Even more sober, the little joy that had just occurred all dissipated.

He Yuan walked around and found several people to smoke with him, He Xiangyao pinched a piece of apple to tease the little model, and saw some cousins ​​already high from the corner of his eye, he was a little displeased: "Stop playing with those things. "

He Yuan closed his eyes and enjoyed it, his voice was erratic: "I'm an American, Fei Zizi is legal in our country."

He You chimed in: "Cousin, this thing is all natural, much healthier than blowing up balloons or skating."

"That's right, in terms of harm, it's worse than smoking."

Zhao Yufeng listened to the conversation, took a few sneak peeks, and understood what was going on. Good words are hard to persuade, damned ghosts, these rich second and third generations don't have to worry about life, they're just playing to death, some things are contaminated. It's a lifetime thing, I don't feel it now, but I will know it when the brain is seriously damaged in the future.

Zhao Yufeng still remembers that when Wang Qiankun first entered the modeling industry, Wang Qiankun assigned him a teacher. The teacher was also a model in the past. Later, he got involved in things he shouldn't have with the financial master. In just a few years, he seemed to have changed into a different person. A person with a severely deformed figure, sunken cheeks, and a poor brain.

He was disabled, unable to be a model, and the benefactor also kicked him, so he had no choice but to change his career. He became a teacher while developing a "part-time job" and died suddenly in the company dormitory within a few days. There were rumors that he was picking up customers. When he was played to death, some people said that he was sick because of doing too much business. The truth cannot be verified. Anyway, Zhao Yufeng has been particularly disgusted with similar things since then, and tugged on the male god's clothes: "Boss."

"What's the matter, what do you want to eat?"

"Why don't you go play?" Zhao Yufeng was in a panic, afraid that the male god would say to go later.

"Not interested, it's all children's stuff."

"Have you ever played before?"

"no, what happened?"

Zhao Yufeng breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes rolled around and he made up a reason: "I heard that stuff and smoking are both harmful to the kidneys."

He Xiangyao pressed the half-burned cigarette into the ashtray: "I started quitting smoking today, little rascal, are you still not satisfied?"

"Hey hey, it's okay."

What does it mean? He Xiangyao didn't want to hear this, so he carried the man into the toilet of the private room and locked the door behind him.

When they came out, the men and women spread out on the floor, He Yuan and He You hugged a little girl with heavy make-up and kissed, the little girl Bai Shengsheng's buttocks and chest were exposed, her eyes were dull.

Only He Zhiyang was still awake, standing on the sofa with a microphone and singing Little Apple.

He Xiangyao carried the little model across the "corpse" on the ground, nodded his chin at the bodyguard, and the bodyguard immediately helped the young master and the ladies up and sent them home.

The rest of the disheveled drinking companions were lying on the ground. Zhao Yufeng felt that he was a little better than them. They had to accompany a lot of people, and he only had to accompany one. This one was his favorite, but his butt could not stand .