Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

Being thin is a good thing for Zhao Yufeng. Many models and actors in the circle are begging for their parents to lose weight, but they can't lose weight. At least He Zhiyang is so envious, he asks for secrets every day.

Zhao Yufeng originally wanted to answer him, "If you lose a relationship, you will lose weight", but then remembered that when you first hooked up with the boss, your little cousin had already lost a relationship. Nothing happened, and he still had to eat and drink. Li was born with few strings, so he could only swallow the words back to his stomach.

Both of them were unwilling to compromise, and it was the end of the month after procrastination, and the planned snow mountain climbing was also selectively forgotten. He Xiangyao was depressed, deleted the phone number of the little model, and was ready to die to the end, then turned around and asked He Yuan and He You to come together Drinking at the bar, crying while drinking, He Yuan was terrified, and pulled He You's clothes: "I seem to see brother crying."

He You approached and saw his cousin's wet eyelashes: "Believe in yourself, you read that right."

"It's weird." The big devil actually cried too.

He You felt concerned: "Wait a minute, I'll turn on my phone to record, this kind of scene must be recorded."

He Yuan shook his head: "Why are you this kind of person, brother is crying and still wants to watch the fun."

He You pouted: "Record or not?"

He Yuan grinned and leaned over: "Lu, wait a minute, I'll turn on the flashlight of my mobile phone, light it up, and make it brighter."

He Xiangyao drank one cup after another under the glaring white light, and his sanity gradually became confused. After He Yuan had played enough, he remembered to protect the face of the old He family. He hooked his hands and motioned for He You to help him to the hotel with him.

He You supported the person with one hand, and watched the recorded video with the other hand: "Don't tell me, brother looks really good when he cries."

"Show me too."

"Be careful, hold on steady, don't drop brother."

"Oh, I know, turn up the brightness a little more, and send me a copy later."

"Say a fart," He You knew the person in front of him too well, he was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and he would find something to do if he had nothing to do. After the video was sent, all the people in the He family would know in less than an afternoon: "Don't get sick, be careful of brother's drinking Wake up and beat you to death."

"You recorded the video, and if you die, you die first."

He You: "..."

He Yuan triumphantly said, "Send it to me quickly, or I will report to my brother that you recorded his little video."

He You: "I am the principal offender, and you are the accessory. We must die together."

He Yuan: "..."

He Yuan put his flag down and quietly helped He Xiangyao to the suite. After a while, he jumped up and rubbed his elbow on He You's chest: "Fei Yezi, are you coming?"

"If you don't come, you should take it easy and be careful of sudden death."

"Cut, prudence", He Yuan didn't take it seriously, took out a small box from his pocket, and pushed He Xiangyao who was about to fall asleep: "Brother, do you want it?"

He Xiangyao was confused, he couldn't remember anything else, but he remembered that the little model said that this thing hurts his kidneys, so he slapped it away: "Get lost."

Being rejected one after another, He Yuan was wronged, and went to the corner of the sofa to play by himself. He You lay sprawled, put his feet on his lap: "Don't mess with that thing, my aunt is in the group asking people to play mahjong, three missing one .”

"No, no money."

"Go, if you lose, I'll count it as mine, if you win, it's yours."

"Hee hee, brother, I love you."

"roll."

He Xiangyao didn't sleep well, and kept talking in a daze. He You walked over to listen, and only heard a few words: 'I want wine', 'Wrong', 'Missing you', the whole look was trapped by love appearance.

Shocked and startled, He You immediately took out his cell phone to record, and was afraid that his brother would suddenly sober up and kill him, so he called the hotel and ordered ten bottles of Wuliangye.

The wine came quickly, and then He Xiangyao was crying while drinking, and He You was recording with great interest while being afraid. After recording for more than 20 minutes, the phone automatically turned off before it stopped.

The reason why He You has survived for so many years without being beaten to death is entirely because he has a flexible mind, and after he finished his addiction, he began to think of another move. Since he was trapped by love, he should call his little lover, so why would he become sticky? There is still time to settle the accounts, bent down and took out He Xiangyao's cell phone in his trouser pocket, hehe, what is in the address book, except for business partners and employees, they are all relatives of the He family.

He You had no choice but to dial the number of the assistant who was in the first place. The assistant was eating dinner. When he saw the caller ID, his scalp tingled. He threw the phone aside reflexively. When he recovered, he picked it up again: "Boss."

He You went straight to the point: "My brother is drunk, who do you call to accompany him, Room [-], Moonlight Hotel."

Zhao Yufeng and He Zhiyang returned home on time after shopping, the villa was pitch dark, and there was no one there. Usually, the man should have arrived home at this time, and he was shocked, even if something happened, he didn't care about making trouble. Call the boss immediately.

The phone was connected, but unfortunately no one answered.

He anxiously called He Zhiyang again: "Hey, do you know where your brother is?"

He Zhiyang was playing Doudizhu on his mobile phone, just now he heard He Yuan talk about his brother getting drunk in the group, and replied in seconds: "Brother went to drink."

Zhao Yufeng sighed, his heart almost jumped out of his chest and fell down again, clutching his hair and laying down on the sofa, his thoughts were in a mess, he thought: One must know how to be content and be happy, the boss is good enough, don't hold back There is no benefit for both of them, seize the opportunity to have fun, and be happy every day.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yufeng quickly went upstairs to take a shower, changed into a set of pajamas with the least fabric, and went down again, and stood in the porch with a proper posture.

He waited and waited but no one came back. Zhao Yufeng's legs were cramped, and he couldn't hold on anymore. He hugged his arms and climbed onto the sofa in a ball, wrapped up in a blanket, thinking that waiting here could also make the male god see it at first sight. , there will be a pleasant surprise when the blanket is spread out.

Time passed slowly, Zhao Yufeng went from sitting on the sofa to leaning on the sofa, then from leaning on the sofa to sleeping on the sofa, when he woke up, the sky was not yet bright, and there were unknown little bugs in the back garden tweeting.

Zhao Yufeng turned on the phone and saw that the man hadn't come back all night before six o'clock in the morning. His nose was a little sore, and he comforted himself: This is no big deal. He must sleep on his face when he's drunk, how normal.

Reason told him that this was not normal, the male god had never left him alone at home for so long.

Zhao Yufeng shook his head, to prevent himself from thinking wildly, went upstairs to change clothes, and went out to buy vegetables. If the boss came back for dinner in the morning, he must behave well.

He Xiangyao slept until the sun was up, and the aftereffects of the hangover all broke out at this time, and his headache almost exploded. Soon, he had even more headaches.

The touch of the quilt was wrong, I lowered my head, and what I saw was a dark head, not the little model, the little model was only dyed rose red last month, then it was dyed pink, and the day before yesterday, it was changed to gray-green, making myself terrified It's like a color palette, but any color looks good.

The man moved, and Fang Dong woke up. He rubbed his eyes and leaned over, his face pressed against the dormant bird's head. He Xiangyao quickly pushed him away: "Why are you here?"

Fang Dong lifted the quilt, put his hands on the sheet, and crawled over like a kitten: "Boss, your brother asked Brother Zheng to call me here."

He Xiangyao broke his drink, but his mind was not broken: "Go back by yourself."

Fang Dong's smile froze on his face: "Boss, we..."

"Okay." He Xiangyao interrupted him, wondering in what age people still play this trick: "I'm so drunk that I can't get an erection at all, what else do you want to say?"

Fang Dong was speechless.

He Xiangyao got up and put on his clothes, walked out without looking back, and paused at the door: "It's best not to think about things you shouldn't have."

The door was closed, and the man disappeared from sight. Fang Dong clenched his lips tightly. He also knew that most of the disorderly sex after drinking was caused by both parties pretending to be stupid and half pushing. If you are really drunk, you will definitely not be hard, but in case, people will be confused. Where can I remember those things.

With a faint hope, he took off all the clothes of the two of them, pretended to appear at the scene, and even played with toys for most of the night, the bed sheets were all spilled, for fear of being seen.

The smell of blood spread between his lips and teeth, Fang Dong didn't know it, but his eyes showed the ambition that was inevitable. No matter in terms of appearance or popularity, he was better than Zhao Yufeng, and He Xiangyao was young. Duo Jin, there is no way he would just let it go.

He Xiangyao first went straight to the supermarket to buy some snacks that the little model loved, and then took a taxi home. He was uneasy all the way. The relationship between the two of them was already very tense, and he still stayed out at night. He wondered if the little boy was about to lose his temper again.

After getting out of the car, he stood at the door of the villa for half an hour, and finally pushed open the door cruelly, and a figure rushed forward.

Zhao Yufeng hung on the male god with his hands and feet: "I miss you so much, why didn't you go home yesterday? I slept alone and it was so cold. When I was shopping for vegetables this morning, I bought a little turtle. It's so cute. He just likes to bite, so I put him in the bathroom."

While He Xiangyao was happy, he felt guilty at the same time. He didn't check when he left the hotel, and he didn't know if there were any marks on his body that shouldn't be there.

Zhao Yufeng eagerly took off the man's pants: "Let's do it."

He Xiangyao almost thought he was dreaming. He had been abstinent for as long as the Cold War had lasted. He immediately covered the little model's lips with his mouth and pressed him against the wall.

Zhao Yufeng's legs were hanging on the man's waist, without a support point, he could only wrap him tighter, while kissing, he unbuttoned He Xiangyao's shirt.

He Xiangyao kneaded the little peanuts, pinching them from time to time, and felt a little strange not hearing the little model's gasp: "Baby, what's the matter?"

Zhao Yufeng looked at those hickey marks, and the light in his eyes dimmed little by little: "It's nothing, my stomach hurts, and I want to go to the bathroom."