Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

A few young people nearby couldn't stop looking at this side, as if they didn't understand why the gangsters were so arrogant these days. After hearing Zhao Yufeng's words, a young man seemed to have found his target, so he came here specially to get a box of gangsters. Book.

Zhao Yufeng covered his mouth and smiled and fell on the male god's back. He Xiangyao carried him with a basket and went to the cashier to check out. The line was full of grandpas and aunts pushing big carts, all smiling like The joy of the holidays.

After scanning the barcode, the two picked out a total of 190 yuan, which was not enough to make up 150 yuan. In order to participate in the event, Zhao Yufeng took another box of chewing gum, which was exactly [-] cents. After the full discount, it only cost [-] yuan and [-] cents .

Zhao Yufeng was in a particularly good mood after taking advantage, and danced with the bag in his hand: "Pippi Shrimp, let's go."

"What did you say?" He Xiangyao was already a little tired after reciting for so long, not to mention that there were two more bags, the little bastard was still moving around to add to his burden.

"Daddy, let's go home and play with light sticks, shall we?"

He Xiangyao quickened his pace silently, Zhao Yufeng took out a box of yogurt from the bag, put his elbow on the male god's shoulder and started eating, even licked the lid of the yogurt, crumpled the box of yogurt and threw it to the side after eating trash can.

Hehe, Zhao Yufeng was overjoyed when he got hit, "Isn't it amazing?"

"Amazing", He Xiangyao teased him: "Why don't you go to the NBA?"

"Isn't this enough for us to swipe our face, so we don't have to work so hard to join in the fun?" Zhao Yufeng rubbed the mask line behind the male god's ear with the tip of his nose: "If I met you a few years ago, Let's practice hard together, participate in the Olympics, you go to run the marathon, and I go to play basketball, we will combine our two swords to dominate the sports world and win glory for our country."

"You are beautiful."

"Hee hee hee", Zhao Yufeng opened another bag of potato chips, chewed them, and the potato chip residue fell all over He Xiangyao.

He Xiangyao has never hired anyone before, so he doesn't know how other benefactors get along with their little lovers. At first, he just wanted to solve his physical problems, but then he changed his mind. He wanted to eat, watch TV, and take a walk with the little model , anyway, no matter what you do, as long as you stay together, you feel comfortable.

This feeling is different from staying with family members, and staying with subordinates is also different. It is very strange and unique. He wants to see this person smile, wants to buy things for this person, and simply wants to spend money for him. Although he was having fun all day long without coaxing the little model, he just couldn't help but want to pile everything up in front of him.

Boss He likes to pile up some food at present, and Zhao Yufeng suffers unspeakably from eating, and his hiccups smell like medicinal food, and thanks to He Xiangyao, he took good care of him.

Zhao Yufeng was still a little worried about Boss He's little habit. He liked to gnaw his toes very much when he was doing it. This morning, all ten of his toes turned red, and he didn't dislike the taste. Could it be that he lacks calcium and likes to grind his teeth?Out of the corner of the eye, I saw a small square outside the supermarket selling children's teething chews, thinking about buying one: "Boss, let's land for a while."

"what?"

"I want that."

"I'll give it to you when I go back."

"Hey, it's not that, I want to buy something."

Zhao Yufeng felt that the male god had become more and more bad recently, so he didn't leave the car for three sentences.

The aunt who sells chewing gum is very trendy. Zhao Yufeng found that she didn't have any money on her after picking things, so she took out a small sign: "Support WeChat and Alipay payment."

Zhao Yufeng looked at Boss He, and He Xiangyao took out his mobile phone to pay the bill. On the way home, he glanced at the banana-shaped chew and it hardened before he knew it. He sat down on a small stool by the side of the road with his back on his back.

Zhao Yufeng was held in his arms, and he felt some changes clearly: "Boss, why are you on the road..."

"Still talking about me", He Xiangyao squeezed his waist: "I don't even look at what you buy."

"Grind your teeth, what's the matter with buying this thing?" Zhao Yufeng suddenly turned around, turned his head and kissed the nose of the male god: "Thinking wrong."

He Xiangyao hugged him tightly and pressed down: "Restrain yourself, and kiss again when you go back."

Zhao Yufeng didn't, he kissed his forehead after the tip of his nose, and his earlobes after kissing his forehead.

He Xiangyao was so teased that he had no choice but to pinch his waist: "Go back and fuck you to death."

Zhao Yufeng stopped his flag and drums, and didn't dare to move anymore. He sat obediently and ate potato chips and shrimp crackers. After sitting for more than 20 minutes, the thing calmed down. He Xiangyao lowered his head, the shopping bag was more than half empty, and the stool was neat Put together a stack of snack packaging bags: "It's really edible."

"I didn't eat much, 90.00% of the puffed food bags are air."

Really, believe me, it just looks like a lot, so many bags add up to less than two taels.

He Xiangyao turned the person upside down: "It's heavy."

Zhao Yufeng: "..."

"Don't eat the rest, go home and drink soup."

"Don't tell me, didn't you buy them all for me? What's the difference between eating today and tomorrow? Eat early and finish early."

"Affects appetite."

"What kind of appetite can be affected by things made of flour?" Zhao Yufeng was categorical: "Another twenty packets will not affect my eating."

The little model's eyes were watery, like a bullied kitten. He Xiangyao couldn't hold on: "The last bag."

Since it was the last pack, Zhao Yufeng chose the biggest one without hesitation. For a foodie, only what is in his stomach is his own.

He Xiangyao became curious when he heard the sound of the little model chewing: "Give me a piece."

"Okay", Zhao Yufeng looked at his fingers covered with seasoning and smiled badly, eat it if you don't find it disgusting.

He Xiangyao turned his head and motioned for the little model to help untie the mask, and his warm breath sprayed onto Zhao Yufeng's hands, the heat seemed to burn his fingers.

The seasoning powder rubbed on the black mask inadvertently, and Zhao Yufeng's heart beat wildly.

The male god's lips opened slightly, and Zhao Yufeng saw the exposed white teeth and a small section of bright red tongue. The tip of his tongue swept the edge of the potato chip, his teeth closed, and he bit the potato chip. Immediately afterwards, his fingers Got sucked up.

The rough tongue coating was a little itchy when it passed across the fingertips. It was very hot and soft. The tongue slowly wriggled and pressed his fingers to his jaw. The pressure was so tight that he couldn't move, but the man suddenly let go.

He Xiangyao chuckled: "Honey, that's how you hug me."

The wet fingers were full of saliva, Zhao Yufeng's thoughts were taken away, and the sound of gurgling water seemed to be heard again in his ears. The male god didn't talk too much when he was doing things, and he was very patient, as if he was afraid of messing him up. Bad every time before entering the theme, there is a sweet and tormented long process.

He Xiangyao bit his fingertips in his mouth again: "Licked the seasoning powder on my face."

The atmosphere was so good, Zhao Yufeng acted like a ghost, the distance between his lips and the man's cheek was slowly drawn in, and the tip of his tongue was a little chilled by the breeze.

"boss."

The sudden voice pulled Zhao Yufeng out of the masculinity, he spurned himself and buried his face in the male god's shoulder.

He Xiangyao's face was gloomy: "Say."

Bodyguard A was sweating profusely, and the chill that shot up from his back seemed to freeze his heart: "Boss, it's rush hour now, and the speed of the car is too slow to cause congestion."

Bodyguard A was very euphemistic. In fact, the congestion was already very serious. It was easier to follow when I first got out of the box. There were no cars on that road, and there was no pressure to stop and go with the boss. It is different now. The section of the road is in rush hour again, and I can't even find a place to park, so I can only drive slowly for more than ten yards, drive for a while, turn off the engine and stop for a while.

Trumpets sounded one after another.

Complaints mixed with foul language poured into Zhao Yufeng's ears, and when he went out for a walk, there was actually a bodyguard following him, simply: "Let's go, get in the car and go home."

He Xiangyao was obviously not satisfied with what happened just now, and reluctantly got into the car behind his back.

Bodyguard B immediately ignited the ignition, started, pumped the fuel, and the speed of the car increased rapidly, and the sound of cursing was far behind.

Zhao Yufeng sat on the male god's lap, stroked the crease between his brows with his fingers, and coaxed him softly: "Let's continue."

Zhao Yufeng tore off the mask that only hung on one ear. He held the male god's face with both hands, and slid his tongue from the side of the ear to the corner of the man's mouth: "It smells so good."

He Xiangyao held down the back of his head, hugged the little model fiercely, and Zhao Yufeng struggled reflexively a few times, and stopped moving after his lifeline was caught.

After kissing for more than ten minutes, both of them were panting like they had just finished a marathon. He Xiangyao stroked the bird's neck from the root: "What smells so good?"

If it continues like this, it will be staged a restricted level again. Zhao Yufeng is afraid of kidney deficiency: "I said the potato chip seasoning powder is very fragrant."

He Xiangyao: "..."

"Boss, you still have some on your mask, let me lick it too."

He Xiangyao picked up the mask and threw it out of the window without public morality: "Go home and drink soup."

Zhao Yufeng: "..." Not teasing at all, don't be so stingy as a man.

He Xiangyao solemnly hugged the little model and changed his face from face to face to face the back of his head. In this position, the two of them stuck together even tighter.

A big bird was stuck in the middle of the crack, about to fly.

Zhao Yufeng looked at his little bird that was about to move around, and thought: Baby, I'm sorry, it's not that dad doesn't let you two brothers meet, it's because your brother is too big and can't bear it.

He Xiangyao slowed down for a while, then turned up again, with his arms around the waist of the little model, and his lips rubbed against the delicate skin behind his ears: "Honey, you smell so good."

"What do I smell like?"

He Xiangyao put his hands back, covering a big white steamed bun: "My little peach."

Zhao Yufeng was overwhelmed with a sense of crisis, and now he really can't do it, and he's about to ejaculate, at least five hours later: "Boss, do you know what you smell like?"

He Xiangyao gently stroked the tiny fluff on the little model's face with his lips: "What?"

"Tomato flavor, the seasoning I just got on your face is tomato flavor."

He Xiangyao: "..."

Zhao Yufeng laughed dryly: "Hey, isn't it funny?"

He Xiangyao: "..."