Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

Watching the two go away, He Yuan let out a long breath: "Brother's eyes scared me to death, it's so troublesome to coax a little lover, throw a few bags down and cure all diseases."

"Don't be poor," He You raised the bottle a little higher: "Be careful what you say, I think you will die with this mouth sooner or later."

"Brother, I got sick because of you, why are you so hurt?"

"It's wrong for me to pay you to play mahjong as co-author."

"Look, I'm addicted to playing and forgot to add clothes without reminding..." He Yuan's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally lowered his head: "I don't care, it's all your fault."

"Okay, I will pay back the medical expenses and the lost money later."

He Yuan: "..." You are cruel.

He You just teased him, not really thinking about it, he was quite happy to see this little bastard frowning.

He Xiangyao couldn't be happy at all. When he returned to the villa, the little model went upstairs and slammed the door, and locked the bedroom door. The sound insulation of the villa is so good that he couldn't hear a little movement from outside: "Hey, open the door. What's wrong?"

Zhao Yufeng didn't do anything, just packed a few clothes into the box, put the card on the bedside table, didn't think about it, and called He Zhiyang after finishing the arrangement: "Yangyang, I broke up with your brother, there is no place to stay, Can I stay at your house for a few days?"

He Zhiyang painted his fingernails, he could only hold the phone between his shoulder and ear, when he heard the news, he almost dropped the phone on the ground in fright: "What?"

"Can I stay at your house for a few days?" Zhao Yufeng couldn't help it. Seeing the man's face, he was heartbroken. He didn't want to stay in the villa and torture himself. After thinking about it, only He Zhiyang can resist the male god. exert pressure.

"The previous sentence", He Zhiyang put down the nail polish: "Say it again."

"I broke up with your brother."

There was silence on the other side of the phone for two to three minutes.

He Zhiyang was dumbfounded by the shock, but after he calmed down, he felt as expected: "I just said that my brother is not a good person, but you don't believe me."

Zhao Yufeng: "..." Shit, it's not a good guy who even fought me because of him.

It is estimated that He Zhiyang also remembered the brainless fan that he was dying to live before, so he quickly changed the subject: "Hey, don't talk, don't talk, where are you, I'll pick you up."

"villa."

"Oh, pack up and wait at the gate. I'll drive here for up to 10 minutes."

"Can't go to the gate", Zhao Yufeng was sure that the man was still guarding the bedroom door: "I'm trapped in the house."

He Zhiyang: "Huh?"

"Your brother is at home too."

In just a few words, He Zhiyang imagined a series of stories about the rich second generation bullying others, and young boys in their young seasons being forced to commit themselves. He was immediately filled with righteous indignation: "Don't be afraid, wait, others are afraid of my brother, but I am not."

He Xiangyao first stood at the door and yelled softly. If he didn't agree, he didn't dare to force his way in. He was so anxious that the little turtle bought by Zhao Yufeng crawled out from the crack of the door somehow.

It is said that the little turtle is really pitifully small, only the size of He Xiangyao's fingernail, and it must have just been born.

He Xiangyao didn't pay attention to his feet, and accidentally kicked it, only to realize that there was something extra.The little turtle was kicked and rolled twice on the ground. He Xiangyao picked it up, looked at it again and again, and finally remembered that it was bought by the little model: "My son, you were kicked out too?"

The little tortoise poked its head out of its shell. Boss He tapped it lightly with his index finger, and sat down by the wall with his son, whom he met for the first time, discouraged: "Honey, open the door."

Boss He yelled over and over again, his throat became dry, and his voice became hoarse. Instead of calling out his baby, he waited for his little cousin instead.

He Zhiyang stood at the stairs, the two looked at each other, the atmosphere was a bit weird, He Xiangyao was having a headache, and he was weak when he greeted him: "Yangyang, you go out to play by yourself, it's not convenient for you to have something at home today."

"Brother, if you don't block here, everything will be very convenient."

Hearing this, He Xiangyao was not in the mood to touch the turtle shell anymore: "What do you mean?"

He Zhiyang is not stupid enough to tell the truth: "Sister-in-law is not in a good mood, she wants to stay at my house for a few days."

He Xiangyao was anxious, and quickly knocked on the door: "My dear, you live well at home, why go out?"

"Both of you need to calm down." For the sake of his friend He Zhiyang, he took a hard look and grabbed his cousin's hand: "Don't shoot."

The words were very powerful, but He Zhiyang didn't know what to say, but He Xiangyao didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly calmed down: "Okay, you take him away, no matter how long he wants to stay in your house, if he goes out alone, he must be alone." People come back."

He Zhiyang's expression was strange, and he thought: Could it be that there is still one in his stomach?

He Xiangyao knew that his cousin's IQ was low, so he added again: "Supervise, if your sister-in-law dares to find a second love outside, I will take you out."

He Zhiyang said that he was not afraid of his cousin, but he was still cowardly in his heart. After being threatened like this, he immediately became weak, and said as if comforting himself: "Brother...you...you dare not hit me."

"Yes, I dare not hit you, but I dare to suspend your credit card, and then tell my second aunt to let you go to work in the company, every day from five to nine."

He Zhiyang: "..." You are cruel.

He Xiangyao patted his cousin on the shoulder: "Okay, I'll go to the study, you take him away."

He Zhiyang: "..." I have a sentence that I'm going to say right now.

In the end, He Zhiyang still succumbed to the influence of money, and he lacked confidence when he called Zhao Yufeng.

Zhao Yufeng's mind was in a mess, he didn't pay attention at all, he only grasped the important point, the man is not at the door now, he can pack up his things and leave.

After successfully transferring from the villa to He Zhiyang's house, Zhao Yufeng still couldn't be happier. The farther he was from the male god, the more panic he felt. He felt like a lost person in the desert. He finally saw an oasis. After all the hard work and getting closer, I realized that it was a mirage, and all my efforts were in vain.

He Zhiyang felt guilty when he saw that Zhao Yufeng was unhappy, his friends were so miserable, and he wanted to be a spy: "Sister-in-law, don't think about it, I just bought Zoya's new ireland series this spring, it is very beautiful, this A slightly yellowish matcha green is very suitable for you."

The only things in the world that cannot be let down are food and makeup. Zhao Yufeng sniffled: "Do you have nail clippers? I'll cut my nails and paint them on."

"There are some."

He Zhiyang took out all the nail polishes he bought and put them on the coffee table. The two discussed and applied them. When Zhao Yufeng looked at the finished product in front of the light, he felt depressed for no reason: "No matter how beautiful the application is, no one will look."

He Zhiyang is a single dog full of resentment, and immediately answered: "You once had a boyfriend, I have lived this kind of life with no 'one' and no one to rely on for more than 20 years."

Zhao Yufeng raised his eyes and stared at He Zhiyang, this kid stepped on people with pain.

He Zhiyang's eyes flickered left and right: "It's too boring, how about calling Lao Zheng over to play cards?"

"Scream", Zhao Yufeng didn't want to worry too much about the mentally retarded, so he took off his shoes and began to paint his toenails.

When Zheng Junfeng arrived, the tea table had already been cleared away, and the two of them slumped on the sofa to dry their nails like grandpas: "Hey, what's going on, you didn't call me to do your nails?"

He Zhiyang rolled his eyes: "Aren't you a mother? Can you be more manly if you are the number one."

Zheng Junfeng didn't understand how to paint his nails, so he said, "Didn't you do it too?"

"I'm number zero, of course I have to dress up to be my future husband's gentle and sweet wife."

This remark was deafening, and Zheng Junfeng woke up suddenly. He suddenly found that his hobbies seemed to be exactly the same as He Zhiyang. Usually when he went to the bar to observe the beautiful boys with delicate bodies and soft bodies, most of the time his eyes stayed on the eight-pack abs , 18 cm macho body.

The lover of his dreams, Fu Nan, is in between the two. She has a handsome face and a good figure. You can see the bulge of the biceps through the clothes. It's just that the small face is too deceptive. How many people thought he was a weak little white rabbit.

Terrified of thinking carefully, Zheng Junfeng shook his head, trying to get rid of the absurd thoughts that had just arisen in his mind.

He Zhiyang knelt on the ground with pouted buttocks, and took out the playing cards under the coffee table: "Fighting the Landlord or Fried Golden Flower?"

Zheng Junfeng regained his senses, clutching his purse: "I'm poor."

He Zhiyang turned to Zhao Yufeng. Zhao Yufeng didn't have a penny in savings and still owed 500 million liquidated damages: "I'm poor too."

He Zhiyang was surprised: "Brother didn't give you money?"

Zhao Yufeng was silent, sleeping for so long in vain, and paying for the food.

This is the default, and He Zhiyang couldn't believe it: "Didn't you give me a penny?"

"Give me a passport, and I've returned it to him. I'm leaving the house now."

He Zhiyang's three views have been refreshed again, the extent of his cousin's scum is too unexpected.

Looking at Zhao Yufeng's moodiness, Zheng Junfeng became anxious, and he didn't know how long it would take to get his phone number: "Oh, don't talk about this, I invite you to watch a movie. The meat is so handsome that one's legs are weak."

He Zhiyang looked at his little friend with dishonest eyes: "Aren't you short of money?"

"Go to my movie theater, no money, let's book it, three people watch."

Zhao Yufeng wanted to beat the local tyrant: "I want a big popcorn, double Coke, eat alone."

He Zhiyang wanted to take advantage of the opportunity: "I want to too."

You want a fart too, Zheng Junfeng completely ignored his little friend's request, as soon as he arrived at the movie theater, he went straight to the snack area, brushed his face and asked for two large buckets of popcorn, three cups of Coke, two for Zhao Yufeng, and one for himself.

He Zhiyang felt that he was a dog, and he really obeyed that sentence, the richer he was, the richer he was, so he bought a large portion of popcorn and a large glass of Coke out of his own pocket.

The three of them sat in the penultimate row, watched the screen, ate, and were addicted to masculinity.

No amount of sadness has to be bowed like a masculine force, Zhao Yufeng has no time to mourn the spring and autumn, Xiao Xianrou's big blue eyes almost drowned people.

He Zhiyang was also dizzy from being fascinated: "I must sneak into him."

Zheng Junfeng is the calmest, and the fresh meat is beautiful, not his style: "Come on, your pocket money is not enough to buy someone a bag."

He Zhiyang raised his eyebrows: "I have a credit card from my brother."

Zheng Junfeng glanced at the big screen from the corner of his eye, and smiled cheaply: "Look carefully at the screen, this kid has his head turned outward."

On the screen, Xiao Xianrou is swimming, his movements are smooth, his muscles are clear, and there are water droplets on his skin. When the sun shines on him, his whole body is shining.

But if you look carefully, there is really something wrong with what Zheng Junfeng said. Zhao Yufeng played in an instant, and I feel that He Xiangyao is more handsome.