Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

He Xiangyao intuited that something was wrong, but he couldn't get to that point. Being famous at a young age brought him too much glory and praise. It was difficult for him to put himself in Zhao Yufeng's shoes. A few teasers will suffice.

He couldn't figure it out, and he didn't think about it. He took off his shoes and went to bed, lifted the quilt around Zhao Yufeng's feet and got in, fumbled all the way, and then wrapped the person in his arms from behind, kissed him on the back of the neck, and closed his eyes.

However, Zhao Yufeng felt trapped in a thick black mist. The great panic made him cry and shout, and the feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger. The black mist turned into something substantial and wrapped him from head to toe. , and then, he woke up.

The man's arms were stretched across his chest, and his legs were also sandwiched between his legs, shit, no wonder he had nightmares.

Zhao Yufeng gently pushed down the male god's arm, and just within two centimeters, the man moved, and he immediately let go of his hand, pretending to be still asleep.

The atmosphere was so awkward before going to bed last night, whoever speaks first now will admit defeat.

He Xiangyao buried his face in the back of the little model's head and took a deep sniff, slowly loosened the arms around his chest, groped up and down with his fingertips, and finally clamped the tip of your breasts, gently pinched, pinched, and rubbed again .

The shriveled beans drank enough water and turned into a hard, plump little red bean.He Xiangyao let him go, lifted the quilt and got in by himself, Zhao Yufeng gasped: "Hiss, shut up."

He Xiangyao couldn't let go, Zhao Yufeng was anxious: "It hurts, let go."

He Xiangyao was also afraid that he would really make people angry, so he let go of his lips, licked them, crawled out, and pressed on Zhao Yufeng like a dead dog: "Are you awake?"

"Nonsense", Zhao Yufeng felt as if he was being crushed under Wuzhishan, the man usually doesn't look fat, why is he so heavy: "Get out of the way."

"Do not."

"My ass is almost flattened."

"Pinch it back."

Zhao Yufeng: "..."

He Xiangyao turned over with the person in his arms, letting the little model lay on his chest, Zhao Yufeng panted heavily, and comforted himself that if he survived the catastrophe, there would be future blessings.

He Xiangyao chuckled: "Don't be coquettish, it's time to get up."

Zhao Yufeng wanted to lie on the bed for a while, and he groaned and clung to the man with his hands and feet to express his displeasure. He Xiangyao directly picked him up by his buttocks, went downstairs, put him on the sofa and went to get milk and bread.

Zhao Yufeng's eyelids drooped straight down, and he fell down along the back of the sofa. He felt that he was almost a salted fish. He put his fingers on the ground, and then on the legs of the coffee table. After groping for a while, he opened the drawer below. There was also an unfinished package of beef jerky.

As soon as the drawer was opened a crack, a strong stench came out. Zhao Yufeng's fingertips touched the cold and greasy lump, he tilted his head, and a large red patch came into view.

A scream broke the tranquility of the morning, He Xiangyao shook his hand, and the snow-white milk spilled out of the cup, but he was not in the mood to care about the milk now, so he hurried back.

Zhao Yufeng raised his hands, huddled on the sofa, and cried when he saw the male god running back: "Blood... a lot of blood."

He Xiangyao walked over and hugged him, only to find a strange fishy smell in the living room: "Hey, I'm here, don't be afraid."

"I'm scared to death." Zhao Yufeng cried out, his hands were shaking all the time, his eyes were red, and he looked very pitiful. He Xiangyao took him to wash his hands, washed the soap three times and finally washed away the smell: "Okay, it's clean."

"I still feel that there is blood on it," Zhao Yufeng shrugged, trying not to cry, but the tears kept rolling down: "I'm scared."

"Don't be afraid, I'll be with you." He Xiangyao held the little model's fingers and kissed: "The smell is gone, it's very fragrant."

The bodyguards had already taken out the contents of the drawer, a duckling that had not molted, and a bag of torn plasma, the plasma flowed everywhere, and condensed into a hideous black-red blood clot in the drawer.

Zhao Yufeng poked the male god's chest to signal him to hug him, and when he passed, he only dared to cover his eyes with his hand and look through the gap.

The little duckling placed on the ground was no bigger than half the palm of your hand. Bodyguard A fiddled with the clip a few times, but hesitated to speak. He Xiangyao patted the little model's back lightly: "Speak up if you have anything to say."

Bodyguard A licked his lips, glanced at Zhao Yufeng and quickly lowered his head: "Boss, the duck's butt was cut off."

"Search, go upstairs to search", this naked malice was obviously aimed at the little model, He Xiangyao was very afraid, since the other party was able to let a dead duck in without anyone noticing, maybe it could also be under his nose To hurt Zhao Yufeng: "Go and check all the surveillance videos again."

No, nothing, the surveillance did not capture the illegal intruder, and there were no other suspicious items in the villa. The other party seemed to appear out of thin air and then disappeared out of thin air.

Zhao Yufeng stared at the surveillance all morning. If the evidence was not there, he would feel that he had run into a ghost.

He Xiangyao and the dead duck got into a fight, and ordered the bodyguards to monitor the interior of the villa, and increased the number of patrols, and vowed not to stop until criminals were caught.

Zhao Yufeng was afraid, so he curled up into a ball and hugged his boss, silently reciting the core values ​​of socialism.

Seeing that the little model was scared like this, He Xiangyao could only find a topic to divert his attention: "I didn't eat breakfast, are you hungry now?"

His stomach gurgled a few times, and Zhao Yufeng noticed that he was so busy that he forgot to eat: "Hungry."

"Go upstairs and change, let's go out to eat."

Zhao Yufeng took a few steps cowardly, then trotted back and took Boss He's hand: "You accompany me."

He Xiangyao was very happy in his heart, but still had an expression on his face that he couldn't help you: "What should I call me?"

Zhao Yufeng tightened his clothes with his fingers: "My husband will accompany me."

"Ah."

After that kind of evil incident happened, Zhao Yufeng didn’t dare to go back to live. After dinner, he twisted He Xiangyao to change houses. One is a high-end apartment, but there is no room for a small turtle's aquarium in the apartment.

The two looked at each other, and He Xiangyao spoke first: "Why don't you go to Yangyang's house for a few days and wait for the other villa to be cleaned up before moving?"

"also."

He Zhiyang didn't know that he would face the fear of being overwhelmed by dog ​​food again. He had nothing to do today, so he yawned out of boredom and prepared to take a nap. He put his phone on the bedside table, closed his eyes, and thumped, Flipping around, his head is full of resentment of being single. As a gay guy, he is not bad, he has chest muscles, butt, and porcelain white skin. But no one chased after him.

He fumbled back the phone on the bedside table, opened Weibo, and moved his fingers up and down. After swiping several times, there was no update. That's right, bloggers also need to take a nap.

He Zhiyang was bored and hugged the pillow and spun 360 degrees on the bed, and clicked on the post bar. Most of the posts in it were very explicit, such as "I want my brother to accompany me on a lonely night", "My husband is such an ambassador, I am miserable", "Well, I really want it."

He slid down boredly, and suddenly his whole body was shocked, and a new post appeared on the screen, "I have cigarettes, do you have alcohol?".

Look, the post name is so pure, so uncompromising, completely different from other smoky posts, the author is a high-quality talent at first glance, it is a clean stream in the mudslide.

He Zhiyang clicked in almost with a pilgrimage mood, and the first floor is also very classic: Please take 5 minutes to read my story.

The second floor was crooked from the beginning, and it was full of movie sellers and small advertisements.

He Zhiyang didn't see the author's story at the end of the page, hesitated for a moment, clicked on the author's background and sent a private message: brother, I want to hear your story.

The other side replied in seconds: Hello brother, brother is 13 years old this year, how old are you this year?

He Zhiyang: ...

He Zhiyang was so shocked that his whole body was stiff, and the other person still continued to send persistently: brother, brother has experienced many things, if you have time, come out and talk to him...brother...brother...where did you go...are you still there?

He Zhiyang buried his face in the quilt droopingly, thinking to himself: Is it okay for elementary school students to just do their homework well, and what kind of posts should they post.

……

Zhao Yufeng straightened his collar against the bright door frame, and said that since he was captured by the male god and returned to the villa, he had less contact with his little cousin, doing hair together, dyeing armpit hair, and painting nails seemed to happen in a previous life Things: "Help me see if there is anything that hasn't been fixed."

"No, very handsome." He Zhiyang raised his hand and rubbed the little model's head, then knocked on the door again.

"coming."

He Zhiyang walked quickly, and he knew it was his cousin from the knock on the door.Opening the door, he met He Xiangyao's face as expected: "Why do you think of coming to play today?"

He Xiangyao hugged the little model and pushed the little cousin away to go inside: "Stay here for a few days, go get a cup of plain yogurt."

He Zhiyang wanted to fight with his cousin a little bit, but the hardware and software were not as good as his, so he had to give up, obediently went to get yogurt, and brought back a plate of washed strawberries by the way.

Strawberries were huge and expensive at first glance. Zhao Yufeng took several of them out of the thought of not eating for nothing, took a bite for himself, and then fed He Xiangyao another bite.

He Zhiyang's eyes were sad, when he came to live last time, he was still arguing to break up, why is he so sticky today?Even if you want to be clingy, pay attention to the occasion, pay attention to the influence, he felt annoyed in his heart, and his tone rose: "Brother, you..."

He Xiangyao slowly licked off the strawberry juice stained on the hands of the little model: "Something happened at home, you go and clean up the guest room."

He Zhiyang obediently went to make the bed, and after a while he heard noises in the living room, and when he came out, the room had completely changed.