Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

The next day, Boss He went to work as usual, obsessed with documents until seven o'clock in the afternoon. After packing up and preparing to go home, he realized that something was wrong.For a whole day, the little model didn't look for him on the Internet or call him. In the past, Zhao Yufeng always liked to talk about small and miscellaneous things on the Internet, such as: the flowers in the yard are blooming, and the sun is very strong today. Take it out to dry, the quilt that has been dried has a fragrant smell of roasted mites, the soup in the afternoon is terrible, and the movie you made before is playing on TV again.

Messages were sent one after another, and He Xiangyao would read them when he was resting, and he would pass them by after reading them, and basically he would not reply.

But today there was not a single new message in WeChat, he turned off the data connection without giving up, and even refreshed the wifi in the office again, the interface still kept yesterday's record.

He Xiangyao was a little panicked, and used the landline in the office to call his mobile phone. The familiar ringtone rang, and the mobile phone was not in arrears or broken, and the little model just didn't send him a message.

He Xiangyao took a deep breath and thought: Everyone said that the head of the bed was fighting at the end of the bed, why are you still angry after going back and forth dozens of times yesterday.

Zhao Yufeng felt uncomfortable, and he didn't stay at home alone to think wildly, so he asked his little cousin and Zheng Junfeng to go shopping together, buy and buy.

Perhaps because they are gay, the three of them pay great attention to dressing and maintenance. They have unique insights into skin care products and clothes. The three of them grow grass and praise each other. After shopping, they carry big bags to do their hair.

Zheng Junfeng was the most exaggerated, not to mention doing armpit hair after finishing his hair, He Zhiyang smelled sweat as soon as he took off his clothes: "It stinks, don't you Gong, Gong also do armpit hair?"

Zheng Junfeng leaned on his chair and swiped Weibo: "If you want to take care of it, can't you take good care of it?"

The hairdressing girl took off her mask after trimming her armpit hair: "Handsome guy, dye or perm?"

"If you don't burn it, you can dye it, and you want rose red."

Zhao Yufeng: "..." Hey, it's so coquettish.

The rose red especially lifted the complexion, making Zheng Junfeng tender and white, He Zhiyang's eyes were hot, and he sat on the chair with the little curly hair he had just finished: "Dye me a rose red too."

Zhao Yufeng felt that these two mentally retarded people were hopeless, and smiled at the little girl who was still trimming his hair: "Sister, dye me rose red too."

"Don't you want the grass green you chose earlier?"

"I don't want it anymore, I'll change it to Rose Red, and I'll also do the armpit hair when I'm done."

"It's also rose red?"

"Ah."

Zheng Junfeng felt sorry for his wallet. He originally agreed to only do hair, but now he has an extra expense. However, he hadn't got the phone number yet, so he could only endure it: "Boss, is there any discount for the three of us together?"

The boss pretended not to hear, and continued to watch online dramas with headphones on, and slapped his thighs a few times when he saw the excitement.

It was the first time for He Zhiyang to see a rich second generation who had to bargain for his hair, and the eyes of his little friend changed again and again: "It's dirty."

Zheng Junfeng snapped back without hesitation: "If you have the ability, you pay."

He Zhiyang looked at his hair in the mirror, and felt that black hair was not as good-looking as rose red: "No, my family's money didn't come from the wind. Boss, change my hair color again."

This time the boss stopped pretending, took off his earphones, and looked around. There was no idle hairdresser girl, so he suspended the online drama and decided to take part in the battle in person.

Zheng Junfeng said again: "Boss, give me a [-]% discount."

The boss silently washed He Zhiyang's hair.

Zheng Junfeng: "..."

After finishing their hair, it was already 07:30 in the evening. The three of them went back to their respective homes to find their respective mothers. Zhao Yufeng was looking at the newly-made hair on his mobile phone all the way, feeling that he had the whole world, and he was in a happy mood.

He was in a good mood until he opened the door of the villa. The light in the room was very dark and quiet. There were no dietary experts rushing up with soup, and there was a familiar black figure sitting on the sofa.

Zhao Yufeng turned on the light, walked over with a calm expression, and sat on the man's lap. Such a flattering gesture blocked all the belly draft prepared by He Xiangyao in his throat, and he opened and closed his lips several times without saying a word. In the end, he just put his hand on the waist of the little model and said, "I'm back."

"Hmm," Zhao Yufeng rubbed his cheek against the man's bearded chin: "Have you eaten?"

The tone was very calm, and He Xiangyao felt that the little model was not very angry anymore, and it was probably just awkward, so he turned his head and kissed the person's lower lip: "I haven't eaten, I'm waiting for you, I bought you a Napoleon cake, after eating Eat again."

"Where's the soup?"

"If you don't drink it today, you don't like the taste, so I'll let them go home and study how to get rid of the taste."

He Xiangyao's eyes were shining brightly, obviously he was looking for praise, Zhao Yufeng hummed, got up and took the cake to the kitchen and put it in the refrigerator.

The refrigerator door slammed shut, and He Xiangyao's heart trembled. The little model didn't seem happy or unhappy. This meant several things: "What's wrong?"

"I'll eat it tomorrow, I'll lose weight." Zhao Yufeng took out a bottle of yogurt and drank it: "I won't have dinner today either."

He Xiangyao trotted over, hugging someone from behind and coaxing him: "You're not fat, just eat what you want, I like you too if you're fat."

"I don't like it, Boss, I'm going to take a shower when I'm fine."

Zhao Yufeng broke free, threw the yogurt he had only swallowed into the trash can, and turned to go upstairs.

He Xiangyao maintained his original posture and was stunned for a long time before realizing that the little model was really angry.

His little lover still had to feel sorry for himself, He Xiangyao suppressed his temper, picked up some of the dishes on the dinner table, put them on a plate, heated them in the microwave oven, and brought them upstairs.

The door of the bedroom was ajar, and only a small night light was turned on. Zhao Yufeng wrapped a pink and blue bath towel around his waist and stood at the window to wipe his hair. Some tiny drops of water flowed down the back of his neck to the butterfly. bone, dripping from the butterfly bone to the upturned buttocks.

That butt is really upturned. He Xiangyao touched it with his own hands. It is soft and full of meat, without any bones, and its shape is perfect, like a half-round watermelon. If you use a little force with your fingers, it will be deformed. If you pinch it a few times, The little model would hug his neck with red eyes and act coquettishly.

The cold wind came in from the window, Zhao Yufeng sneezed, and from the corner of his eye he saw the man standing at the door, He Xiangyao put the food on the table, walked over, untied his coat and wrapped him in his arms: "It's cold Go to bed quickly."

Zhao Yufeng's expression remained unchanged: "Just dry your hair and go up."

"Hey, go up and sit down, and I'll blow it for you."

"Boss, you don't have to do this. I should serve you."

He Xiangyao couldn't answer, and thought to himself: Eat my food, drink my food, use my food, and still dare to lose your temper with me all the time, I'm here to coax you, what else do you want?

Zhao Yufeng didn't want to do anything, but reminded himself all the time to put his mind right: the male god belongs to everyone, and the gold master is also everyone's.

He Xiangyao turned around and left: "You sleep by yourself tonight."

Zhao Yufeng stood where he was, plugged in a hair dryer to blow his hair, the hot air hit his face, his frozen nose regained consciousness little by little, his eyes were very hot and swollen, and tears welled up.

His hair was gradually drying, and Zhao Yufeng moved, feeling his knees were sore and sore, probably because he had stood in the wind for a long time, and the rheumatism had struck again. He turned off the blower, and walked to the bedside with stiff steps, arms Open it and fall straight down: It's really cold, it's too cold to sleep alone.

He Xiangyao tossed and turned in the guest room and didn't fall asleep until midnight. At two o'clock in the morning, he finally couldn't hold back and went back upstairs with his pillow in his arms.

The second floor was quiet, and the little model should be fast asleep. He Xiangyao gently pushed the door open, and tiptoed to the bed. After looking at the sleeping face of the little thing for a while, he opened a corner of the quilt and slipped in.

There was no heat in the quilt, Zhao Yufeng curled up into a ball, and felt that there was a heat source around him, so his body stretched out.

He Xiangyao shivered from the cold, touched the little model's hand, it was cold, touched the little model's feet, it was cold, and hurriedly hugged him into his arms.

Zhao Yufeng got into the man's arms very honestly, found the most comfortable position and did not move. He Xiangyao held his cold little paws and stuffed them into his pajamas, and said in a low voice: "Good boy, don't be stubborn." Yes, admit your mistake tomorrow, and I will still sleep with you in my arms every day."

After speaking, he stretched out one hand out of the quilt, touched the phone and set the alarm clock for five o'clock, afraid of waking up the little model, He Xiangyao could only sleep with his earphones on.

Throughout the night, He Xiangyao didn't sleep well, worried that he would drop his earphones, worried that he wouldn't wake up before the little model, and worried that the little thing would continue to be stubborn tomorrow.

He was woken up at five o'clock, and when he got up to turn off the alarm clock, He Xiangyao almost collapsed. He went downstairs to the guest room with his pillow in his arms.

He Xiangyao didn't want to admit defeat by not steaming the steamed buns to fight for his breath, so he let the words out, and it would be too embarrassing for him to go back in despair.

Thinking of this, He Xiangyao continued to insist. One day, two days, three days, one week, the two of them lived in the villa, seeing each other without looking up. Visible speed wasting.

After finally getting a rounder face almost sunken, He Xiangyao was in a hurry and ordered food in different ways. He called all the famous restaurants in the city, but the little model still didn't eat a bite. When asked, he said to lose weight, lose weight Fat, if you reduce it, it will become a skeleton, and he can feel the raised spine when he hugs him at night.