Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

When he woke up the next day, the sun was rising again, and Zhao Yufeng was worried, feeling that Boss He's aura of not wanting to make progress and playing with things was getting stronger and stronger.

He Xiangyao thought it was hurting the little model again: "Does your body hurt?"

"No."

"What's the matter?"

"Boss," Zhao Yufeng stopped, looked up at the man's expression, "I have something to say, don't get angry."

"Ah."

"I want to work", so that in the future, when you run out of money, I will support you.

He Xiangyao didn't want to put his treasured things on the big screen at all. As long as he thought of other men and women watching and thinking about his treasure, he would go crazy with jealousy, and held back his temper: "Why do you suddenly want to Work?"

"It's so boring at home, I want to go out for a walk."

"Hey, go shopping when you're bored, tell me if you don't have enough money."

"I don't, I don't care, I want to work."

"Be good." He Xiangyao's face suddenly darkened: "Don't make trouble."

Zhao Yufeng pouted, not daring to say anything more, but he made up his mind.

He Xiangyao's tone softened again: "I will accompany you out to buy bags in the afternoon."

Hearing this, Zhao Yufeng was very pleasantly surprised, but he had just been murdered just now, and he couldn't show a happy expression, so he could only turn his head to one side: "Hmph."

He Xiangyao lifted him up by holding his buttocks: "Wash your face and eat breakfast."

Zhao Yufeng pretended to be asleep and refused to move. He let Boss He wash him up. He waited until his teeth were brushed, body lotion applied, hair tidied, and clothes changed before he opened his eyes. complained in a low voice: "You are so fierce."

"Be good and won't kill you."

It means that I am not good, Zhao Yufeng is not convinced, just discussing a few words and being so fierce, will there be domestic violence in the future?

He Xiangyao pinched the little model's upturned lips: "It's like a duck's beak."

"Let go, it hurts."

"Okay, okay, let's go eat."

Zhao Yufeng wanted to buy bags quickly, so he didn't go into the cafeteria, and ordered a few things at the front desk to pack, and then ate slowly after getting in the car. The breakfast tasted very good, especially the bacon, which was crunchy It also has a bit of burnt aroma.

Boss He didn't have much appetite in the morning, he just drank a few sips of milk, and played with the little model's hair for a while, seeing the milk stains around his lips, he was a little moved: "Eat slowly."

Zhao Yufeng hummed and continued to eat, and finished everything before getting out of the car. He pouted his lips and said, "Boss, let's go to the hotel tonight."

He looked eagerly looking like a primary school student looking for a teacher to approve a leave note. He Xiangyao hugged him out of the car and joked deliberately: "Aren't your legs soft?"

Nonsense, of course it is soft, Zhao Yufeng is unwilling to give up: "You will feel sorry for me, won't you?"

He Xiangyao: "Yes..."

"It's okay to bear it for me for a few days, isn't it?"

He Xiangyao: "One day at most."

Zhao Yufeng smiled.

He Xiangyao: "..." I was fooled.

Words spoken are like water being poured out, He Xiangyao had to endure it.

The two walked into the shopping mall with their scarves and masks on. He Xiangyao took the little model and went straight to the specialty store on the third floor: "Choose."

Zhao Yufeng originally only wanted to buy ordinary small leather bags, but he was a little confused when he was suddenly pulled into a luxury goods store. After walking around, he felt that each one was very beautiful, and he liked each one very much, so he hesitated for a while.

"Have you chosen?" Although there was no one in the specialty store, He Xiangyao was still a little worried about losing his vest: "Take as many as you want."

Citizen Zhao was stunned to be a little stupid, swallowed his saliva, and said dryly: "I... all like it."

He Xiangyao said lightly: "Then I'll call my assistant to transfer the store to your name."

Zhao Yufeng: "The shop... the shop is yours?"

He Xiangyao bowed his head and sent a text message to his assistant: "It was a birthday present from my mother before."

Before Zhao Yufeng came to his senses, there was an additional store under his name, and he was taken back to his little cousin's house by Boss He in a daze. When he saw He Zhiyang, he suddenly came back to his senses: "I... I have a store?"

He Xiangyao took a cigarette and put it in his mouth: "Yes."

"Hahahaha, I have a store, and I'm going to be the boss."

"Yes, you are now the boss." He Xiangyao was amused by his reaction: "Then what am I?"

"You are my lady boss." Zhao Yufeng took off his shoes and jumped onto the sofa, stretching out his arms for a hug: "My lady boss, come and give me a hug."

When He Xiangyao pressed down, Zhao Yufeng felt that his intestines were about to be squeezed out: "It's too heavy, get up."

Boss He: "..."

He Zhiyang emerged from the master bedroom, took a look, and found that it was his brother and sister-in-law who had retreated into the room again. Last night, the guest room was cleaning up, making it so noisy that he couldn't sleep. In the end, he went to Xiaobailian's house to make do all night.

The little boy's sleep pattern is too bad. Obviously the two of them slept side by side at first, but when they woke up in the morning, they slept in a cross shape. Yes, in the true sense of the cross shape, he slept vertically, and the little boy was sleeping horizontally on his waist.

After all his body felt back into the cage, he only felt one thing, pain, the pain that his waist was about to break.

At the same time, Gao Cheng was standing outside the door of the room. He had been secretly in love with He Zhiyang for a long time, but he would always ignore him when he met He Zhiyang. Occasionally, when he became impatient, his tone would turn into a confrontation between the two. , finally able to speak calmly, and never leave Wang Yiba behind.

Hearing the name Wang Yiba, one knows that Gao Cheng is a heartfelt shit-shoveler, but no matter how sincere a shit-shoveler is, he will unconsciously betray his lover and pets.

Gao Cheng was jealous of his cat, and secretly withheld the cat owner's rations several times, which made Wang Yiba not like to go home now. He Zhiyang's house is the place where he often borrows, only occasionally when the fur gets dirty. When he stepped on dog shit, he ran to the pet store to look for him.

He ran out to find others when he was well washed, and went home when he was smelly. Thinking of this, Gao Cheng also felt resentful. He clenched the safflower oil in his hand and kept reminding himself: Today is to admit mistakes, not to quarrel. , If the quarrel continues, there will be no daughter-in-law.

After more than ten minutes of mental training, Gao Cheng felt better, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

Zhao Yufeng and He Xiangyao were so close to each other that they couldn't part each other, and they didn't have time to knock on the door. Besides, this wasn't their house, and they definitely didn't come to see them.

He Zhiyang had just laid down on the bed and was forced to put on his clothes and open the door. After seeing the person clearly, his eyes became very unfriendly: "Why are you here?"

"Didn't you say your back hurts? I bought a bottle of safflower oil."

Knowing that he would make an apology, He Zhiyang changed his view of Gao Cheng slightly, and decided that adults should not remember villains: "Okay, give it to me."

"How do you wipe it yourself?" Gao Cheng squeezed into the room: "I'll help you, are you afraid that I will eat your tofu?"

He Zhiyang couldn't stand the provocative method the most: "I'm afraid of shit, of course you have to cure me if you are so depressed. If my back hurts for a day, you have to take responsibility for the day."

Gao Cheng was overjoyed, but there was still no expression on his face: "Got it, long-winded."

He Zhiyang pouted, "Okay, wait and see if I can beat you to death."

The little cousin led Gao Cheng into the room, and the two people lying on the sofa were ignored from the beginning to the end. Zhao Yufeng pushed He Xiangyao's head away, always feeling that something big just happened.

He Xiangyao kissed again: "Be good, don't be distracted."

Zhao Yufeng put his arm on Boss He's back, thinking: Never mind him, he is such a big man, it is impossible to be trafficked at home.

In fact, He Zhiyang was really about to be kidnapped. The two had been arguing for so many years, and it was the first time he discovered that Gao Cheng had this kind of skill. His waist was so soft and his back was so soft that he seemed to be floating. In the clouds and mist, the eyelids drooped straight down.

Originally, Gao Cheng only pressed his waist, and climbed onto the butterfly bone while pressing his hands. He Zhiyang didn't know it, he groaned in comfort, and soon fell asleep.

Hearing that He Zhiyang's breathing gradually stabilized and his movements gradually slowed down, Gao Cheng said softly, "Yangyang."

No one agreed, he must have really fallen asleep, Gao Cheng stopped his movements, wiped off the safflower oil on his hands with a piece of paper, put his hands next to He Zhiyang's face, and bent down.

The closer he looked, the more Gao Cheng felt that the little neighbors were all in his favor. His skin was as white as a freshly peeled egg, and his lips were fleshy and slightly upturned.

The warm breath caressed He Zhiyang's face, a little itchy, he wanted to scratch his face in a daze, but found that he was pressed by something, his eyes opened suddenly, and he met Gao Cheng's face that was close at hand : "Grass, what do you want to do?"

Gao Cheng panicked for a moment, and after sitting upright, a disgusted expression appeared on his face again: "I see that you are drooling in sleep, please wipe it off for you."

"You're the one drooling." He Zhiyang lacked confidence. Sometimes when he woke up in the morning, his pillow was wet with saliva, and he said stiffly, "I didn't fall asleep, I just closed my eyes and rested."

The corners of Gao Cheng's lips curled up slightly: "Do you believe what you say?"

He Zhiyang became angry from embarrassment: "Rub your waist."

Gao Cheng pressed heavily, and He Zhiyang took a deep breath, his face turned blue and then white, white and then blue: "Ah... Grass... Take it easy."

The voice was too loud, Zhao Yufeng heard clearly this time, and pushed Boss He away: "Yangyang seems to be..."

He Xiangyao gently stroked the red lips of the little model with his fingers: "He is already an adult, it's normal to do this kind of thing."

Zhao Yufeng was puzzled, didn't you see your little cousin dating?He Xiangyao slid his fingers down, pressed down on a red bean, gently squeezed and slowly rubbed and picked again: "They make theirs, we make ours."

Zhao Yufeng immediately retorted: "You promised to hold back today."

He Xiangyao continued to play with Xiaodouzi: "I'll just touch it, not go in."

Zhao Yufeng believed that he was a ghost, propped the sofa and fell to the ground: "I'll go and see my son, you can play by yourself."

He Xiangyao's face darkened. Why did he have to take care of the birds himself when there were breeders?