Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

The pure handmade carpet that he personally went to Turkey to buy was rolled up and placed by the wall.The sofa and coffee table were not spared either, they shrank in the corner aggrievedly, reducing their sense of presence.

Instead, there was a huge aquarium and a children's climbing mat standing in the center of the living room. My brother and sister-in-law squatted on the ground and didn't know what they were looking at. He Zhiyang moved over curiously.

He rubbed his eyes, a little unbelievable: "Brother, you raised a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle?"

The little tortoise has learned to turn, and its sprinting speed is faster than Zhao Yufeng's running. Its tortoise life has become different from the moment it is installed on the skateboard. In the future, slowness will no longer be synonymous with tortoises.

"This is your nephew." Zhao Yufeng stretched out his hand: "Give me the red envelope when we meet."

Well, going out of the venue, manpower, and money, He Xiangyao touched his purse with distress, and drew out ten pink tickets: "Take it to buy feed for it."

The little turtle seemed to understand, and slid to He Zhiyang's side, stretched its neck to rub He Zhiyang's fingers, it looked cute and cute.

He Zhiyang's heart trembled, and he squeezed a few pieces of food to feed: "Good baby."

The little turtle ate a few mouthfuls and then continued racing. Zhao Yufeng sat on the male god's lap and watched TV boredly. Well, the children's channel was broadcast. Boss He said that he would conduct preschool education and prohibit bad things in front of his son.

He Zhiyang was fascinated, and poured all his father's love on the little turtle. Seeing that it likes to skateboard, he even got a tablet and put it on the edge of the climbing mat to play parkour videos.

The little tortoise ignored him, and flew very fast, and there was another black shadow in the climbing mat.

"Brother, come quickly." He Zhiyang's eyes were so dizzy that the big black cat lifted the little turtle into the air with one paw, and when it was about to land, it swooped down again and pressed the little turtle under its stomach: "Prince, Calm down, this is my nephew, not cat food."

The prince, nicknamed Wang Yiba, was raised by the boy opposite him. He usually loves to bully cats and dogs. There is not a single pet in the building who is not afraid of him.

He Xiangyao tiptoed around behind the prince, squeezed his neck and lifted it up. The prince didn't struggle, and let out a lazily meow, sticking out his pink tongue and licking his paw.

Zhao Yufeng picked up his good son. Fortunately, there were only a few cat hairs stuck to the shell, so there was no trauma.

"Brother, give it to me." He Zhiyang likes Wang Yiba very much. Although the little thing is usually a bit hot-tempered, he is really good-looking, with shiny and smooth fur, two eyeballs like sapphires, and a light tail. With a light sweep on the trouser leg, He Xiangyao's soul was swept away: "I'll go and return it, and I promise never to let it enter the house again."

"If my son has anything..." He Xiangyao looked at his little cousin firmly: "You are fully responsible."

He Zhiyang didn't know what evil he had done, took the cat with both hands, and gave it ideological education while stroking the cat's hair: "Baby, there are many bad people in this world, you have to keep your eyes open, and don't mess with those who can't afford it." Please, don't come to my brother's house to play this week."

The prince must have been spoiled by the cowardly cats and dogs in the building, so he rolled his eyes at He Zhiyang, then quickly rolled down, and jumped to the side of the little turtle. The skateboard circled the prince in circles.

The prince held it down with his foot, lowered his head to lick the shell, licked it twice and then let go, signaling the little turtle to continue crawling.

Zhao Yufeng lay back on the sofa, feeling completely false alarm: "It's so boring, Yang Yang called Old Zheng over to play mahjong."

"Okay, I'll ask him." He Zhiyang dialed the phone while adding cat food. The prince was very tricky and didn't eat non-imported food. In order to amuse the cat, He Zhiyang would spend half of his pocket money every month on cat food. Buy it treats.

The phone vibrated, and the call was connected, and soon there was a voice pinching his throat and pretending to be soft: "What's wrong?"

He Zhiyang shivered, love is a terrible thing: "Mahjong, three missing one, come quickly."

"Wait a minute, I'll ask my husband."

Zuzu, her husband called out, and He Zhiyang shook his goosebumps: "Hurry up."

Zheng Junfeng put down the phone, took a cup of tea, and walked to the study with his mouth pouted: "Honey, He Zhiyang asked me to play mahjong."

"go."

"You stay with the family."

"I'm busy reciting the script, go by myself, good boy."

"If you don't go, I won't go, anyway, the three of them can still fight the landlord."

"three people?"

"Well, three missing one."

Fu Nan's expression remained unchanged, but he squeezed the hand of the script, his knuckles turned white: "Wait 10 minutes, I'll finish the last paragraph."

"Then I'll change clothes." Zheng Junfeng loves to be a monster, and after a few minutes, he took a lot of lipstick and piled it on the desk: "What color do you think I look good on?"

Fu Nandui didn't know anything about lipsticks, what difference could there be if they were all red: "You put it on and see."

Zheng Junfeng painted a bewitching red: "Does it look good?"

My teeth were all covered with lipstick and I asked if I looked good, Fu Nan helped my forehead: "Change to another one."

Zheng Junfeng changed to bean paste color again, which was not as good as before, it looked like poisoned, Fu Nan pulled a tissue, leaned down, and wiped it on Zheng Junfeng's lips: "Don't do it, it looks better without painting."

Looking best without paint is equal to natural beauty, Zheng Junfeng blushed: "I hate it."

"Let's go, go rub the hemp."

"Don't you still have to recite your lines for a while?"

There was a smile between Fu Nan's brows and eyes: "Little villain, if you don't bother me, I've already finished reciting it."

Zheng Junfeng felt as if he heard the sound of flowers blooming, he took Fu Nan's arm and looked down at his toes: "Who told you to ignore me, I just miss you very much."

"Well, my fault, fine me to cook you breakfast tomorrow morning."

"Okay..." Zheng Junfeng's tone suddenly dropped in the middle of speaking: "No more, you are so tired from reciting lines, sleep a little longer, I'll do it."

"So cute", Fu Nan wanted to pinch Zheng Junfeng's cheek, but he couldn't do it because of his beard, so he could only put his hand down embarrassingly.

Zheng Junfeng didn't realize it, and happily dragged Fu Nan out. On the way, he turned to the supermarket to buy a bunch of puffed food and cans.

He Zhiyang especially welcomes guests who bring their own rations. While saying sorry, he took the plastic bag and turned over a bag of potato chips to eat.

He Xiangyao acted winkingly as a free labor force and went upstairs to look for mahjong, and Zhao Yufeng started to tidy up the tea table after nibbling the last few melon seeds.

He Zhiyang was too lazy to be assertive, and dragged Zheng Junfeng to lie on the sofa to eat potato chips and crispy corners. Fu Nan hesitated: "Honey, I'll help."

"I am coming too."

The two went to clear the tea table together, and now He Zhiyang was the only one lying down, he was a little embarrassed, seeing He Xiangyao coming down with the mahjong box, he immediately put down the potato chips to pick them up.

After the mahjong was set, He Xiangyao was ready to take his seat. He naively thought that he was also included in the three missing ones, but He Zhiyang had already blacklisted him.

He Zhiyang held a stool and waved to the bodyguard A courteously: "Come on, play mahjong."

Bodyguard A stretched out his index finger and pointed at himself: "Me?"

"Yes, hurry up, if you lose, it's my brother's, if you win, it's yours."

Let me tell you earlier, who would hesitate about such a good thing, bodyguard A trotted over, and sat next to Zheng Junfeng whether it was intentional or unintentional.

He Zhiyang pushed his cousin and Fu Nan away: "You go to watch TV, don't interfere with our performance here."

He Zhiyang: "..."

Fu Nan: "..."

"You are also not allowed to stand by and give ideas. You two will only win money, and you will have no energy in playing."

All right, He Xiangyao was speechless, so he could only take the feed to feed his son.

Fu Nan took out the files in his phone and continued to recite his lines, but occasionally looked towards the mahjong table.

The IQs of the four people on the table were basically the same. Bodyguard A had developed limbs and a simple mind, and the remaining three had simple minds and even simpler limbs.

Playing until late at night, Zhao Yufeng won ten yuan, and the remaining three lost all. He Zhiyang asked him to treat him, but Zhao Yufeng couldn't help it, so he had to agree to go out for barbecue.

At this time, the urban management has already left work, and the streets and alleys are full of small vendors selling sundries. There is a large square not far from He Zhiyang’s house. It was originally for the aunt Xiu to dance in the square. Later, she was complained about disturbing the people, so she had to be free down.

Now it has become a well-known gathering place for barbecue stalls. Every day at 05:30 in the afternoon, those barbecue chefs push the carts and start to set up dishes and tables. Waiting for the first batch of people to eat barbecue, the chefs are immediately busy. The excess fat on the skewers mixed with spices drips onto the charcoal fire, and the aroma can waft dozens of meters away.

It only took a few minutes to drive there, but considering that there was no place to park, the group finally decided to walk over. Zhao Yufeng felt his legs go limp after walking for a while, and He Xiangyao noticed it. stand up.

Zheng Junfeng followed suit, pulling Fu Nan's sleeves and acting coquettishly, and he wanted to recite it. Fu Nan responded with a good temper, but Zheng Junfeng and Zhao Yufeng were indeed not in the same weight class. Feng had no choice but to go down resentfully.

He Zhiyang looked at the bodyguards expectantly, and bodyguards A, B, and C stepped back at the same time: Don't look at us, we already have a sweetheart.

He Zhiyang: "..."

He Zhiyang began to doubt his life. He didn't know whether it was because his hair was not good-looking, his clothes were not fashionable, or his perfume smelled bad, otherwise, they would all avoid him like snakes and scorpions.

Bodyguards A, B, and C also found that they had done too much, and walked back wanting to cover it up, and changed the topic, "Master Biao, I haven't given you the one yuan that I lost in Ruma, can I transfer money through WeChat?"

"Okay", no matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat. He Zhiyang doesn't expect a double harvest in his love business, he just wants to save some money.