Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

Zhao Yufeng slept until [-]:[-] p.m. and was woken up. It was probably playing cards downstairs, and it was very lively. He rubbed his eyes, reached out and touched the bedside table, and found a small cake and a cup of soy milk.

The soy milk was still warm, so Zhao Yufeng drank a few sips with his eyes closed, enjoying the warmth from his throat to his stomach.

With something in his stomach, all his senses returned, and the scent of the chocolate cake burst into his nose. Zhao Yufeng swallowed unconsciously, feeling more and more hungry.

He Xiangyao originally got off work on time, and planned to go home to feed the little model for lunch, but there was a traffic jam on the road, and he was able to drive for a dozen yards at first, then stopped and stopped, and finally was completely blocked.

Boss He had no choice but to abandon his bodyguard and car, and now hired an uncle who drove a little sheep to drive him home.

The little sheep didn't have enough firepower, so He Xiangyao and the uncle had no choice but to go down and push when encountering uphills.

Zhao Yufeng was full after eating cakes, put on his slippers, washed his face, and went downstairs to see what was going on.

The three of He Zhiyang were playing cards in full swing, and it took a while before they noticed that there was someone more in the living room.

Zheng Junfeng hurriedly greeted Zhao Yufeng: "Brother Yufeng, come on, come sit down and play mahjong."

"Hey, first draw the turtle and then rub it." He Zhiyang held up the oil-based pen eager to try: "Don't play tricks on purpose."

Zheng Junfeng pouted and took Fu Nan's hand: "I hate it, he bullies others."

Fu Nan: "..."

Zhao Yufeng obviously saw that Fu Nan's face turned blue, and that's right, anyone who is acted like a baby by an adult man with full beards will have a shadow, but Zheng Junfeng still thinks that growing a beard makes his face look smaller, so he refuses to listen to it no matter how much he persuades him, it's embarrassing Pay south.

He Zhiyang was straightforward, and when he got sick, he said directly: "You are enough."

Zheng Junfeng didn't take it seriously, but Fu Nan was so fierce on the bed, he obviously liked his coquettish and cheap.

Zhao Yufeng didn't want to go over to watch the depravity process of No. [-] up close, so he shook his head, went into the kitchen with tired steps, took a bottle of yogurt, unscrewed the lid, and sat on the wicker chair on the balcony to drink.

The sun was shining on his face, and it was warm and comfortable. Zhao Yufeng squinted his eyes and looked up. The blue sky was clear and cloudless, and it should be sunny for a long time to come.

The grass in the yard is full of green and vibrant, and the juice in the leaves is so full that it seems to be overflowing.

The courtyard door was pushed open from the outside, Zhao Yufeng saw the male god, and He Xiangyao also saw him.

Zhao Yufeng turned his head to look at the succulents raised on the balcony, avoiding the man's eyes, He Xiangyao felt angry and funny, and instantly felt that it was right to work hard to come back.

A few people in the living room were still fighting the landlord, and the leftover snack bags filled the trash can. It seemed that they were not hungry, but even if they were hungry, He Xiangyao was not in the mood to show his kindness to the landlord, so he went straight to balcony.

Zhao Yufeng was hugged and released by the man, and when he sat down again, he was already nestled in the man's arms.

Boss He rubbed the little model's slender waist with his index finger, and closed his eyes relaxedly: "Are you hungry?"

"Not hungry", Zhao Yufeng was feeling uncomfortable, the two of them were still having conflicts, but the male god was not conscious at all, and every time he made some intimate movements, it was very smooth: "I just had breakfast."

"I ordered black-bone chicken soup, and I will drink more or less later."

"Ah."

"I ordered a small toy for my son, and it will arrive this afternoon."

"What toy?"

"You're sure to like it too."

The mysteriousness aroused Zhao Yufeng's curiosity more and more, but the man killed him without saying anything, he couldn't ask anything, so he had to give up.

The food came quickly. A whole chicken with three seasonal vegetables would definitely not be enough for two people. Boss He reluctantly invited the three of them to eat together.

He Zhiyang didn't realize that he was disgusted, anyway, his cousin treated him coldly every day, and he couldn't see any psychological activities.

I got used to feeding, even if there are outsiders here to congratulate the boss, Zhao Yufeng habitually lowered his head to eat, and only after eating did he see the surprised eyes of the three, his face turned red, and he pushed He Xiangyao's arm: "Don't feed me, I'll do it myself."

"Shy?"

Zhao Yufeng: "..." Are you not ashamed?Can you show some face?

Boss He's skin is thicker than a city wall, and he deliberately showed his love to his former rival: "Hey, open your mouth."

This sentence is ambiguous. The man said it countless times in bed, so that Zhao Yufeng doesn't know whether to open the lower mouth or the upper mouth: "I'm full, you eat first."

Zhao Yufeng ran away, and as soon as he ran to the balcony, He Xiangyao chased him with chicken soup: "Honey, drink some."

"You are enough, someone is watching."

"Drink the soup and I'll go back."

"Okay", Zhao Yufeng answered weakly, took the soup bowl and drank it down: "Okay."

The three people at the dinner table had finished eating, Fu Nan still had to go to the company, and he was about to leave after putting down the bowl, Zheng Junfeng also wanted to go with him in order to show his side as a good wife and loving mother.

Only He Zhiyang was left in the living room again, He Xiangyao ignored him directly, put the bowl aside, squatted on the ground and rubbed Zhao Yufeng's hand with the newly sprouted beard stubble on his chin.

Zhao Yufeng's skin was tender and itchy and numb from the prick: "Stop playing, go eat quickly."

"I don't want to eat, I just want to eat you."

Zhao Yufeng: "..."

"Just kidding, how about going to the beach this afternoon?"

Zhao Yufeng's eyes lit up: "Let's go."

Lao He quickly went to the garage to pick up the car, Zhao Yufeng went upstairs to change his clothes, and he realized how intense last night was when he looked in the mirror. There were marks all over his body. The shape is quite round, and the antithesis is also very neat, almost exactly the same. At first glance, it looks like the work of a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Oh, I can't wear a swimsuit anymore, Zhao Yufeng collapsed on the bed discouraged, He Xiangyao went upstairs to look for someone who hadn't come down for a long time, and was not annoyed when he saw that the little model was still lying there, "Why haven't you changed it yet? Shall I help you wear it?"

Zhao Yufeng turned over and pointed his butt at him.

"Okay, raise your hand, I'll help you wear it", He Xiangyao's heart melted, he just felt that the little model loves acting like a baby too much.

Zhao Yufeng squirmed and buried his head under the quilt: "It's all your fault."

"What's wrong with me?"

"See for yourself how to get there," Zhao Yufeng rolled up his sleeves: "You are so annoying."

"It's okay, change your clothes quickly, and make sure no one else is watching."

He Xiangyao always kept his word, so he wouldn't be a fool in this matter. Zhao Yufeng immediately turned over like a carp and jumped up to change clothes. First, he took a red hooded sweater: "How about this one?"

"It's not good-looking." The old god He Xiangyao commented on the sitting bed: "It's too gorgeous."

Zhao Yufeng had no choice but to put it back, and chose another camel-colored knitted large v-neck T-shirt: "What about this one?"

"It's not good-looking, it's too long, and it covers the buttocks."

Zhao Yufeng: "You bought it all, and now it's ugly."

He Xiangyao: "...It looks best without clothes."

Zhao Yufeng was passive and sabotaged: "Let's just go, anyway, you said no one else saw it."

"Also."

Zhao Yufeng: "..."

"Let's go."

Okay, even if you are ruthless, Zhao Yufeng didn't want to lose face, so he buttoned up and followed the man.

He Xiangyao took two steps and had to stop and wait for a while: "Not feeling well? Why don't we go tomorrow?"

Although there is still some soreness, it is definitely not to the point where he cannot walk, that is, Zhao Yufeng is not wearing underwear, and when he walks, he shakes badly: "Just today."

He Xiangyao squatted down: "Come on, carry you on your back."

"Don't run fast this time."

"Ah."

Zhao Yufeng lay on the ground, muttering in his heart, don't make a noise, and you are not reconciled, you can argue with him, and he laughed like Mimi didn't hear it, his face sank when he was annoyed, Zhao Yufeng himself was afraid again.

He Xiangyao stood up and turned the person on his back upside down: "It's sinking."

"What did you say?"

He Xiangyao chuckled, and pinched two soft balls: "It can still weigh another sixty catties, and it will be fine if it weighs no more than one hundred and eighty pounds. If it is heavier, I won't be able to carry it."

"Who cares about your back?"

"You."

Zhao Yufeng's face was flushed by the teasing. After sitting in the co-pilot, he kept leaning on the window to look at the scenery without saying a word. He Xiangyao leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

Zhao Yufeng stepped back hurriedly, but there was a seat behind him, so he could only press his back against it: "Why?"

"I don't do it, I just buckle your seat belt for you, where did you think?"

Don't do two words need to be so loud?Zhao Yufeng slapped the man's hand away in embarrassment: "I can buckle it myself."

He Xiangyao supported the back of the chair with one hand, and the chair slammed. The two of them were very close. Zhao Yu stared at the tip of the man's nose and was about to stare cross-eyed. On plump lips.

The posture was too ambiguous, Zhao Yufeng's blood rushed down: "Hurry up and drive."

He Xiangyao tilted his head slightly, and kissed him gently, rubbing his tongue between Zhao Yufeng's lips, prying open a gap and squeezing in.

Zhao Yufeng's whole body was stiff. Although he had kissed countless times before, it was never in this atmosphere.

He Xiangyao curled up the little model's tongue and sucked for a while, then stopped. When his lips parted, he brought out some saliva that was too late to swallow: "Continue?"

"Well", Zhao Yufeng is going crazy, Se Ling Zhihun is talking about this kind of person, not to mention the cold war, now he doesn't even have the courage to push the man away.

He Xiangyao sucked and bit the lower lip of the little model: "It's like jelly."

Zhao Yufeng reacted in an instant, thinking: If you die, you will die. He Xiangyao is so handsome, it's not a loss if he falls asleep.

He Xiangyao, on the other hand, was a rare gentleman, let go of the little model who was still in a daze, and sat back in the driver's seat. The car drove a long way, Zhao Yufeng hadn't recovered yet, and felt a little uncomfortable: continue as agreed How many bites?