Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

The little tortoise was washed clean by the bodyguard and put into a transparent plastic box. There was a layer of water at the bottom of the box, and there were still unfinished turtle feed scattered inside.

When Zhao Yufeng entered the door, he saw the little tortoise next to the TV cabinet, met his son's sad little eyes, and felt a little guilty: Baby, didn't daddy leave you a tortoise at uncle's house on purpose? Blame him.

The little tortoise kept pawing at the box, its four short legs moved very eagerly, Zhao Yufeng felt sorry for it, opened the lid and stretched a finger in to touch the little cub's back, the little tortoise finally calmed down, but his head was still stretched out Long, Mung Bean's eyes are full of longing for freedom.

Zhao Yufeng's conscience was condemned, he resigned to his fate, took the turtle out, and put it back into the aquarium again.

He Xiangyao twitched his face, frowned, and pursed his lips. He quickly walked over and grabbed Zhao Yufeng's wrist and led him to the kitchen to wash his hands: "It's so dirty, don't touch it."

"Your son, you still think it's dirty." Zhao Yufeng rubbed the bubbles and said casually, "Besides, the bodyguards have already washed it very clean."

"The toilet has been soaked, and there is E. coli."

Zhao Yufeng: "..." Isn't it fun to play my place every day?

He Xiangyao still wanted to preach a few more words, but the phone rang. Zhao Yufeng watched the male god's face become more and more ugly, and finally couldn't help asking after the person hung up the phone: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, baby, you go and play with Yangyang, I'll go to the company first."

The boss left in a hurry, Zhao Yufeng could only swallow his doubts back to his stomach, but soon he knew what was going on, Weibo was full of news about eighteenth-line models abandoning their five-year-old father .

The man in the video has gray hair, a stooped back, and his rough skin is full of signs of years of erosion. He cries sincerely. Anyone can see that his life is full of misfortune.

If Zhao Yufeng hadn't been another person involved in the news, he probably couldn't help feeling pity and wanting to send money to this middle-aged man.

But he knew very clearly that the man never spoke the truth. When he was a child, he was beaten every three to five times. He was often beaten so hard that he couldn’t get out of bed. Picking up the remote control to turn on the TV, he sneered, "You idiot."

A live-action interview was being conducted on TV, and Zhao Hui was sitting on the sofa as a victim, his cloudy eyes were bloodshot.

The host of the program is a young and beautiful girl. I don't know if the concern on her face is fake or real: "How long have you been looking for your son?"

Zhao Hui wiped away tears, his voice hoarse: "I can't remember how many years."

"According to what you said, your son was very good in character and learning when he was a child, so why did he become like this later?"

"Child, mentally immature, adolescent rebellious", Zhao Hui choked up a little: "I know he thinks I'm useless as a father, but I..."

"Uncle, it's not your fault." The hostess wiped Zhao Hui's tears with a tissue: "A son doesn't think his mother is ugly, and a dog doesn't think his family is poor. It's your son's fault."

"That day, I scolded him a few times because I saw him learning to smoke with some gangsters." Zhao Hui took a deep breath: "He left and never came back."

"How did you find him then?"

"I heard from a neighbor who came back from work that he saw someone who looked like my son here, so he brought something with him."

"How long have you been looking for it since you got here?"

"Two or three months."

The hostess continued to ask: "How did you live during this time?"

"I brought some money, but the prices in big cities are too expensive, and I ran out of them in a few days. Later, I wanted to find a job, but people thought I was too old. If I didn't want it, I could only go around the restaurant and watch it. Sometimes there will be young girls and boys who will buy me food, and when there are no leftovers, I will pick up the leftovers."

The hostess was filled with righteous indignation: "You are starving and looking for him like this?"

"Yeah," Zhao Hui lowered his head and cried for a while, then started talking again: "I was lucky that day, and I happened to see him coming out after eating when I was standing by the restaurant."

"and then?"

"He denies me and beats me. I know he is still angry with me. I shouldn't scold him, but he only has me as an elder. If I don't teach him good and bad, who can teach him?"

Zhao Yufeng looked at the TV screen with dark eyes. This man is really good at lying, and he completely portrayed himself as a weak old man with a cowardly temper and helpless in the face of his rebellious son.

In fact, there is no need to say anything at all, just because he is so old and crying bitterly on the show, the crowd will preconceived to take his side and condemn him as a beast.

The social rule is "the weaker the more reasonable", it seems that no matter what your parents did when they were young, when they are old and have nowhere to rely on, when they go to relatives and friends' homes, cry around on news programs, all the people they know and don't know will jump out and accuse you of being a wolf. .

Whether you were abused or otherwise suffered as a child, those masses have a reason.

Zhao Yufeng once had very strong expectations for family affection. After waiting for the illusion to fade away, he seemed to grow up overnight. He mustered up the courage to run away. No one knew how scared he was on the road alone. A thief, afraid of his father chasing him, afraid of the invisible future.

Zhao Hui finally cried until he passed out, the live-action interview was interrupted, and the program crew hurriedly sent the poor old man in their eyes to the hospital.

As soon as he was sent to the hospital, the doctor found out that Zhao Hui had countless old injuries that hadn't completely healed. The hostess directly took pictures of the untreated injuries and posted them on Weibo, and the Internet exploded again.

Netizens seemed to tacitly agree that these old wounds were all due to that animal son. Zhao Yufeng's once few poor fans quickly turned into black fans and yelled at him.

Zhao Hui was really dizzy. After he got the money, he couldn't help but gamble again. As a result, he owed a new debt. The casino owner ordered someone to beat him up, and locked him up for another night. He still hasn't paid the money.

When Zhao Hui woke up, there was no one in the ward, he reached out to pull out the infusion needle, sat up with support, and dialed the only number in his cell phone: "Hey, master, I've done what you said. "

A young boy's chuckle sounded from the other side of the phone: "Well, I saw it on the Internet."

Zhao Hui swallowed: "Then my debt?"

"I'll tell the boss later, I'll save you."

"Thank you, thank you young master..."

Before he finished speaking, the phone was hung up, and Zhao Hui spat. In fact, according to his original idea, he wanted to use his son as a long-term cash machine, so as not to cause trouble to death.

But this time the debt was too big, and the casino boss said that he would die if he didn't pay back the money. He was forced to do nothing, so he had to agree to play a play for the boss's little lover.

The footsteps sounded from far to near, Zhao Hui quickly lay down, the door of the ward was gently pushed open, a young nurse came, and she also read the news on Weibo, so she looked at Zhao Hui more or less Some sympathy: "Mr. Zhao, are you awake?"

Zhao Hui coughed: "Wake up, I'm old, I don't sleep much."

The little nurse stepped forward and helped Zhao Hui tuck the quilt: "Mr. Zhao, I'm here to help you change the bottle."

"No need," Zhao Hui said awkwardly, "I don't have any money."

"The director of the TV station has already paid, so you don't have to worry about the medical expenses." The little nurse continued to move, and after hanging the new bottle, she asked again: "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"

Zhao Hui's eyes moved down to the little nurse's chest: "Little girl, thank you, you can do anything, I am not picky eaters as an old man."

"Wait for me for a while, I'll help you cook." The little nurse said that wind is rain, and she acted immediately.

Zhao Hui watched her go away, and didn't look back until he couldn't see anyone, thinking: When I win money in the future, I must pack ten or eight for fun.

……

After Fang Dong hung up the phone, he rolled on the bed happily: "That bitch won't be able to turn over this time."

Fang Jian was lying on the bed reading a novel. Hearing this, he said without raising his head, "Enough is enough."

"I'm not reconciled, why is he so lucky to sleep with He Xiangyao, I have to sleep with a fat and ugly dead pig."

"Don't say that about Boss Li, he is very kind to us."

Fang Dong was disdainful: "Okay? It's just that the picture is fresh for a while, that fat pig almost broke your leg yesterday."

"Shut up", Fang Jian was also provoked into anger. In fairness, Boss Li really treated them with heart and soul. He voluntarily helped them pay the liquidated damages for the termination of the contract from He's. It was delicious. Drinks are offered, and the usual affairs are also discussed.

What are their identities, and what is Boss Li's identities? To put it bluntly, the two brothers are just spoiled by others. To meet someone who really treats them as human beings is simply a high fragrance for eight lifetimes.

Fang Dong snorted coldly, touched a card from the bedside, got up and walked out the door: "You accompany that fat pig today, I will go out to play, and I won't come back tonight."

"Yesterday was me, and the day before yesterday was me." It's not that Fang Jian doesn't want to, it's just that he can't do what he wants. Although Boss Li is a stocky person, his physical strength is really good. He will faint every time, and he will definitely not be able to handle it for several days in a row: "Can't you just stay at home?"

"Okay, you must force me to quarrel with you, right?" Fang Dong opened the door: "I think you are quite happy to serve that fat pig."

Fang Dong knew his brother too well, so he didn't have any opinions. If he was a little tougher, he would compromise. As expected, Fang Jian stopped persuading him as soon as he finished speaking. He just got up and took out a bottle of anti-wolf spray from the bedside table and handed it over: "Take it with you, it's not safe to go out alone."

Fang Dong took it casually: "Got it."

As soon as he went out, Fang Dong threw the anti-wolf spray into the trash can on the side of the road, and took a photo of the glass on the side of the road. The boy reflected in the glass was very beautiful, but his hair was a bit long.

Fang Dong thought about going to the barber shop to have a look first, then go to the nightclub to drink for a while, find a man who is pleasing to the eye to have a sex, and celebrate.