Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

He Xiangyao followed the gaze of the little model, and saw the little girl's red dates: "Like it?"

"Ah, what do you like?"

"It's nothing." He Xiangyao kissed the sweaty cheek of the little model: "Don't be in a daze, are you hungry?"

Zhao Yufeng's ears were almost callused when he heard it. During this time, the male god fed him like feeding a pig. He didn't know how many meals he would eat a day, not to mention that he had just finished drinking the thick, sticky yogurt, so he was so hungry: " Not hungry, a little bit full."

"Then go for a walk."

"also."

When he went out, He Xiangyao was "fully armed" again. Zhao Yufeng let go of his hand and jumped up and down like a puppy just released from the cage. He was so energetic that he wanted to poke everywhere , Step on it.

He Xiangyao followed behind and watched, as if drinking a sip of hot and sweet milk tea in winter, his heart was sweet, his body was warm, and every cell from head to toe was alive: "Walk slowly, your waist won't hurt anymore ?”

If you don't tell me, I've forgotten, Zhao Yufeng felt his back was sore again, and he couldn't remind him of such things, the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became, he walked back with his waist in his arms, put his arms around the male god, and buried his face in the man's chest without moving.

He Xiangyao pinched the little model's cheeks: "Can't you walk?"

"Well, carry me on your back."

"Didn't you still dance before?"

"I don't care," Zhao Yufeng pretended to be pitiful: "It hurts so much, it's all because of you."

"Okay", He Xiangyao squatted on the ground: "Come up."

Zhao Yufeng climbed up beautifully, and when the male god stood up, his two feet happily dangled in the air. When he saw the small yellow flowers growing on the street tree, he even picked one and pinned it to the male god's hair: "You Yes, Flower Girl's."

He Xiangyao was very cooperative: "Taijun, go home to Missi and Missi."

Cut, it’s not you, Missy, me when I get home, Zhao Yufeng won’t be fooled: “Go to the supermarket, I want to drink yogurt.”

"Didn't you just drink it?"

"Real yogurt," Zhao Yufeng blushed, "Hurry up."

He Xiangyao stopped: "Taijun, hold on tight, the plane will take off immediately."

Zhao Yufeng didn't recover, but the man under him began to sprint forward at the speed of a [-]-meter race. He leaned back due to inertia, and for the first time found that he was also motion sickness besides motion sickness: "Slow down, slow down, Slower."

He Xiangyao flew all the way to the side of the zebra crossing, and Zhao Yufeng was completely dizzy by his run. Seeing the traffic lights above his head, he felt a sense of joy for the rest of his life. He thanked the motherland, the government, the party, and the traffic law enforcement officers: "Boss, you If country Z participates in the Olympics, there will be a trapeze."

"I've done apex before."

"What?" It was the first time Zhao Yufeng heard that there was such a thing: "Aren't you a super perfect student master? The kind who can play the violin and piano like a thief."

"Before learning the violin, I did body apex, but I didn't go to the training later because I delayed my study."

It is difficult for Zhao Yufeng to connect the male god in suits and leather shoes with the sweaty boy on the sports field. The sense of discord is not as strong as usual: "What did you practice?"

"Long-distance running."

Zhao Yufeng touched the male god's bulging biceps through his clothes. In his impression, those who practice long-distance running are thin and long, and dry ones don't look very important, although his male god looks thinner in clothes , but there is meat for undressing, birds are two taels heavier than others, and the air resistance is obviously greater than others.

"I was very thin when I was studying, and my height grew too fast, and my muscles and fat couldn't keep up with the development speed. My mother often said that I looked like I had just finished a labor camp."

Hearing the answer, Zhao Yufeng realized that he had said everything he was thinking, and smiled dryly: "Then you must be very good at running."

"Won the first prize in the city."

That's amazing, my brother, Zhao Yufeng shamelessly kissed the male god on the back of the neck: "Boss, I'm ready to fly again."

The red light was still on, so He Xiangyao counted down following the number on it, hugged him a little tighter, and when the green light turned on, he rushed across the road and went straight to the supermarket opposite.

The male god is taller than most people. Zhao Yufeng lay on his back with a feeling of seeing all the mountains and small mountains. His eyes are higher and he can see farther. There are gray-haired grandpas and grandmas in all directions.

The supermarket broadcasts a song and then says a few words, which roughly means that they are doing an event, and if they spend two hundred, they will get an instant discount of fifty if they pay with Alipay.

No wonder there are so many people. Zhao Yufeng originally only wanted to buy yogurt, but he wanted to join in the fun because of the atmosphere. Unfortunately, he only had two yuan and eighty cents left in his Alipay: "Boss, do you have any money in Alipay?"

He Xiangyao: "...I don't have Alipay."

These days there are still people who don't use Alipay. Zhao Yufeng looks at the male god with the same eyes as he looks at the gorilla in the zoo.

"I always swipe my card when I go out."

"Boss, look at the grandpa and aunt next to you." His hair is all gray and he keeps up with the times. You really don't like it.

He Xiangyao felt guilty from that look, took out his mobile phone and registered one on the spot: "Let's go shopping."

Not every old man is trendy, and there are some who don’t know how to use online payment tools. Those who usually bring their sleepy grandchildren with them, and those who don’t have children, ask the young people around for help. Zhao Yufeng didn’t walk a few steps I was stopped by an old man: "Young man, help me see, how do I get in here?"

The uncle was a bit confused, Zhao Yufeng helped him to press the password twice but it was wrong, and finally got someone to scan his face to log in before he entered. The old man is quite rich, and the balance in it is more than 1000 times that of Zhao Yufeng.

Zhao Yufeng was in a complicated mood, so he returned the phone to the old man, and repeatedly asked him not to trust strangers in the future.

The uncle is a little deaf: "ah, what did you say?"

"I said, don't let anyone see your mobile phone except the cashier."

"Ah, what did you say?"

Zhao Yufeng was discouraged: "It's nothing."

"Oh, I hear you, thank you, young man."

"no, I'm fine."

"Young man, you brothers have such a good relationship. Your brother is still willing to carry you at this age. My two grandsons fight for snacks every day." The old man's words were complaints, but his tone and expression seemed to show off: "Both The little ones have to eat potato chips, one pack per person, so they won't fight if they are divided equally, so buy them more today to avoid another quarrel."

Zhao Yufeng rubbed against the male god's ear, with a small hook in his voice: "Brother."

He Xiangyao pinched his butt: "Call me Dad."

Zhao Yufeng: "..."

The old man heard it too, with surprise in his eyes, and after digesting it for a while, he said: "Young man, I didn't mean you. It's a bit outrageous to ask Dad to recite it at such an age."

Zhao Yufeng let out a long sigh: "Master, I was in a car accident and I couldn't walk by myself. Look, my dad is also injured. Otherwise, who would wear a hat, scarf and mask indoors?"

The uncle felt that he had accidentally poked someone's scar, and he felt a little guilty, and stuffed the basket into He Xiangyao's hands: "Take the bone and stew it, eat more, the bone will heal quickly."

"Thank you."

After thanking them, the two went to buy yogurt, and Zhao Yufeng slapped his forehead: "Boss, that's wrong."

"What's wrong?" He Xiangyao took strawberry yoghurt and put it in the basket.

"Bones haven't paid yet."

He Xiangyao: "..."

In any case, it was someone else's good intentions, Zhao Yufeng decided to buy the bones anyway, and he wasn't the one who paid for it anyway.

After taking the yogurt, He Xiangyao went to the fruit and vegetable section to buy strawberries behind his back. Zhao Yufeng watched him put the boxes one by one into the basket, feeling very distressed about the money. Now is not the time to eat strawberries, and off-season fruits are very expensive: "Boss, No more, I don't like to eat, I can't finish eating so much and it's a waste."

"I didn't buy it for you."

"Who did you buy it for?" Zhao Yufeng said it as a matter of course. He has almost never seen the male god eat fruit on his own initiative. Every time he eats, he feeds the male god a few mouthfuls.

"I'll eat it." He Xiangyao turned his back a little bit and said, "Don't you dislike the bad taste? I heard that if you eat more strawberries, it will taste like strawberries."

In the morning, Zhao Yufeng only complained, but unexpectedly, the male god remembered it in his heart. The original taste is indeed not very tasty, a bit salty and fishy: "Dad, will the milk also taste like strawberries?"

"I don't know, try eating strawberries for a few days." He Xiangyao saw the lychees next to him and picked some more and put them in the basket.

Zhao Yufeng was in high spirits: "Can it taste like lychee?"

He Xiangyao continued to choose lychees calmly: "This thing is softer after peeling the shell, I feed you."

Zhao Yufeng found that no matter what he said, the male god would come back, so he shut his mouth, quietly picked out snacks on the male god's back, and threw them into the basket with his backhand when he chose, choosing a lot of bits and pieces.

After waiting for the young models to be selected, He Xiangyao turned to a small remote corner. Unlike the crowds just now, there were only a few young people in this corner. He came back with a small pink glass jar, and leaned close to the male god in a sneaky way: "It's strawberry-flavored, eat more."

He Xiangyao's ears turned red, he stuffed things under the basket, and continued to choose: "Which one do you like?"

Zhao Yufeng has been on the Internet for many years, and when he saw a few boxes of Okamoto in the basket, he immediately picked them out: "Don't want this brand."

"why?"

"I heard that this one is relatively small."

What else could He Xiangyao say, the ones at home were all bought by bodyguards, he didn't care about the brand at all, and couldn't tell the difference.

Zhao Yufeng picked up another box of ultra-thin ones and put them back on the shelf: "You don't want this kind either."

"why?"

"Too thin and not durable, short working time."

I don’t know if it’s because of long-distance running. Zhao Yufeng felt that the male god’s place was too strong. Every time he went in, it felt like it was going to crack. His endurance was also super good. He couldn’t bear it even when he was lying down. .

He Xiangyao re-selected a box of polka dots, and Zhao Yufeng hurriedly pressed him down: "Don't want this, you want to rub against each other to generate heat, so drill wood to make fire."

He Xiangyao: "...you choose yourself."

Zhao Yufeng took a box of glow sticks: "Let's play with glow sticks tonight."

God damn light sticks, He Xiangyao couldn't help laughing: "Shut up."