Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

After returning to the company, I went back to the company. After waiting for so many years, Zhao Yufeng was not in a hurry, let go of the male god's hands and feet, and followed actor He after more than ten meters.

Public figures have this bad point, they have to pay attention to their personal image anytime and anywhere, Zhao Yufeng wants to die shamelessly and continue to pester the male god, but he doesn't want to be on the headlines tomorrow.

The little model let go, and He Xiangyao rubbed his fingers, feeling a little unaccustomed to the emptiness in his arms.

Zhao Yufeng walked with his head held high and his hands behind his back. A small model like him outside the [-]th line is usually not qualified to go to the head office. The last time he came here was a few years ago when he signed the contract. In the city, I have never seen anything, I don’t know how to use any high-tech, and I don’t know how to dress up. I can’t see anything except a face.

You can't blame him either, his mother died early, leaving his father alone to take care of the baby, his father was not up to date, and after his wife died, he drank and played cards every day to paralyze his nerves. Blocked at the door of the house.

In this situation, there is no spare money for him to attend interest classes. When he was in junior high school, his father couldn't bear it and sold the house to offset the debt. Since then, he has no home. When he was in high school, his father couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to sell him too. Zhao Yufeng ran away in the middle of the night, and since then he has lost his father.

Fortunately, he ran into Wang Qiankun halfway, and felt that his dirty homeless attire was very characteristic, so he brought him back to the company to sign the contract.

Thinking about it this way, I feel that the gap with the male god is even greater. Zhao Yufeng put aside his messy thoughts, trotted a few steps, stepped forward to hold the arm of the male god, He Xiangyao bowed his head, and Zhao Yufeng showed him a silly smile : "Now that I have joined the company, no one will shoot."

He Xiangyao lowered his head, stuffed his tongue into the little model's mouth, and messed around: "Don't be afraid outside."

The little girl at the front desk was stunned. Over the years, there have been countless men and women who have cheated on the big boss. The big boss confiscated one of them. They all privately spread the word that the big boss’s little boss is not good.

He Xiangyao was going to work, and Zhao Yufeng tactfully let go of his hand when he entered the office, sat on the small sofa next to him, and played with his phone while lying crookedly.

Film Emperor He sat at his desk pretending to be serious, read the report absent-mindedly for a while, and raised his eyes: "Close the window."

Zhao Yufeng understood, threw the phone aside, quickly closed the window, and unbuttoned his shirt: "Come?"

He Xiangyao stared at the little model's collarbone: "Come on."

Being a boss is different, they are very efficient in handling things, they come as soon as they say something, without giving Zhao Yufeng any buffer time, the two birds are released from the cage, meet each other, and say hello to each other.

Zhao Yufeng was pressed onto the desk, and he cheered a little from the bottom of his heart, this life was worth it.

I don’t know if it’s because of the regrets left in infancy, actor He especially likes to suck something in his mouth, Zhao Yufeng’s two little red beans were turned into two peanuts, and then turned into two little grapes, now It's just painful.

There were two tears in his eyes, and he was about to cry: "Boss, I can't do it."

He Xiangyao let go of his mouth, kissed the little model's chin and cheeks instead, and gnawed while kissing.

Zhao Yufeng was in pain and joy, his toes curled up and spread out, he felt his nose was trapped for a while, and his ears were trapped for a while, and finally his tongue was so tight that he couldn't speak.

He Xiangyao's eyes were ferocious, as if he wanted to dismantle the people under him, everything was ready, just waiting for the gun to mount, the office door creaked open.

"Brother", He Zhiyang was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he couldn't control his hands, and dropped the documents all over the floor: "You lied to me."

"Grass", Actor He hurriedly pulled up his pants.

Zhao Yufeng pulled up his shirt, feeling a little desperate in his heart. Does being interrupted one after another mean that he has no fate with the male god.

He Zhiyang locked the office door behind him, sat on the sofa with a livid face, his eyes were red, as if he would cry directly in the next second: "You clearly said that you can't do it."

He Xiangyao had a headache: "Yangyang, I..."

"Why is he good and I can't, how can I be worse than him?"

Zhao Yufeng sat in He Xiangyao's arms: "You are worse than me in everything."

"What did you say?" He Zhiyang was furious, and this shameless little bitch dared to provoke directly: "Say it again if you have the ability."

"I said you are worse than me in everything. Look at your ass, which is as flat as a cucumber, and your hands are thicker than old tree bark. There is so much dead skin on your face that you don't know how to apply some cream."

He Xiangyao stopped between the two of them, for fear that his cousin would fight with the little model.

He Zhiyang was speechless, so aggrieved that he burst into tears, but Zhao Yufeng changed the subject: "I took an advertisement for a face cream a while ago, and that product is specially designed for your situation, and it is very useful. If you rub it at night, you can see the effect when you wake up the next morning, if you touch my face, is it slippery?"

He Zhiyang touched it, and it felt really slippery: "What is it?"

Zhao Yufeng pushed the male god away: "I brought a trial kit, do you want to try it now?"

"Wait a minute, I'll wash my face first, and then I'll try again."

He Xiangyao looked at his cousin running out in a hurry, a little confused: "What's the matter with you?"

Zhao Yufeng picked on the male god: "We have nothing, you and his orthopedics?"

The sour taste in the words was almost overflowing, He Xiangyao hugged him back to his seat: "A child can't do anything, he is too young to understand anything."

"How old is he?"

"23."

"I'm only 22." Zhao Yufeng held the male god's face: "I'm younger than him, and I don't understand anything, why are you sleeping with me?"

"You are different." He Xiangyao moved his hand to the back of the little model's head and pressed down. The two kissed firmly: "He can't stand stimulation, so don't be mad at him."

"Brother, you are..." He Zhiyang's face was still dripping with water, his eyes and ears were red, he couldn't tell whether he had cried or not: "I want...I want..."

"What do you want, the pomegranate flavor or the green apple flavor?" Zhao Yufeng took out two small bags for trial use from his shirt pocket.

"Give me a try." He Zhiyang took out a few pieces of paper to wipe his face: "Try it on your hands first, I'm allergic to many products."

Zhao Yufeng tore a small hole in the trial kit, squeezed out a little, wiped it on the back of He Zhiyang's hand, and gently pushed it away: "Smell and touch, does it feel much better?"

"Not bad, what brand?"

"*Bao, it's quite cheap, and you can apply it all over your body after taking a shower."

"Why do you carry the trial kit with you?"

Of course, he was afraid that the weather would be too dry. Once the fire started, his mouth would crack. What kind of bird would you eat if it cracked? Zhao Yufeng continued to try another flavor for He Zhiyang: "Put it in your pocket and never take it out."

He Zhiyang finally chose the apple-flavored one to apply on his face. After applying it, he felt different, and it was really soft and tender to the touch: "Do you still have a trial pack? Give me a few bags."

"No, there are only these two bags left. If you want, let's go out and buy them. It happens that mine is also used up."

"Yeah."

The two went out hand in hand, leaving He Xiangyao alone in the office unable to recover.

In the middle of the walk, Zhao Yufeng went to the toilet to drain the water once, and He Zhiyang followed him, staring straight down.

Zhao Yufeng covered the bird: "Everyone has something, what is there to see?"

He Zhiyang pursed his mouth: "I've never seen such a small one."

Hey, Zhao Yufeng is not happy to say that: "It's a mule or a horse coming out for a walk."

"Slip, slip", He Zhiyang let his bird out of the cage: "You see."

It's really big, Zhao Yufeng suddenly felt that he was a little bit helpless: "Isn't your capital and your brother together a waste of resources?"

"What's the meaning."

Zhao Yufeng lowered his voice: "Think about it, if two people are together, the upper one will be bigger, and both will be bigger, so if you don't use the one, it will be a waste."

"Stinky rascal", He Zhiyang blushed with embarrassment, and pushed him aside vigorously.

Zhao Yufeng didn't stand still, staggered and almost fell to the ground, He Zhiyang hurriedly pulled him back: "Your legs are so long, you can't stand still for such a big person."

Zhao Yufeng covered his chest, just now he pushed it right on his chest, the clothes and flesh were rubbed, and the skin of the little grape immediately broke.

He Zhiyang looked at the blood on the shirt and was a little stunned: "What's wrong with you, have you been injured before?"

"It's okay, go buy some clothes and two band-aids, I'll wait for you here."

"Does it hurt? We're going to the hospital now."

"No, go and buy a Band-Aid."

He Zhiyang was frightened, and hurriedly rushed back to the top floor of the company to look for his brother. He Xiangyao also panicked when he heard that he saw blood. The two of them rushed back to the toilet and saw Zhao Yufeng taking off his clothes and soaking in water as if nothing had happened. Wipe your chest.

He Zhiyang looked at the red and blue face on the skin and turned pale: "Who beat you like this?"

Zhao Yufeng blinked and smiled: "Your brother."

When He Zhiyang saw his brother's eyes, something was wrong immediately, and the previous thought was completely dispelled. He never thought that his brother was a real beast in clothes, so he hesitated for a long time and squeezed out a sentence: "Cousin, don't hit him , he is very nice."

He Xiangyao stared at the little grape that was still oozing blood: "Ah, what did you say?"

"I said you don't hit him." He Zhiyang put his hands on He Xiangyao's back and pushed him away: "Don't hit him, brother, you will go to jail if you kill someone."

He Xiangyao was pushed out to buy new clothes and band-aids. He Zhiyang walked back timidly, but he didn't dare to meet Zhao Yufeng's eyes: "My brother didn't do it on purpose, does it hurt?"

Zhao Yufeng thought this person was really funny: "Of course it hurts, but there's nothing I can do about it. It's better to be beaten than to go hungry. I don't even have money to buy instant noodles, so I can't just sit and wait to die."

He Zhiyang has never been short of money since he was a child, and he always felt that hunger and poverty are things that only appear on TV. When a living person appeared in front of him and was abused for food, his nose immediately became sore: "I have money, I invite You eat, what do you want to eat?"

"Abalone, lobster, bird's nest porridge."