Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

Zhao Yufeng woke up earlier than He Xiangyao, looked at the sky outside the window, reached out from under the quilt and turned on a small night light.

The warm yellow light illuminated the whole room, Zhao Yufeng was a little uncomfortable, squinted his eyes, rubbed his face with his hands a few times indiscriminately, and sat up again propped up on the pillow.

After a while, the feeling of hunger became more and more clear. He gently pushed He Xiangyao's hand off his body, put on his pajamas and slippers, went to the kitchen to get a bottle of yogurt, and then turned back.

He Xiangyao's sleeping position did not change, and remained the same, Zhao Yufeng sneaked in lightly, and took Boss He's hand back on his lap.

Perhaps because of the relatively high temperature in the room, He Xiangyao's face turned red from sleeping, and his lips were slightly parted, as if a brightly colored flower bud had just bloomed.

Zhao Yufeng was so dazed by the masculinity, he was so excited that he took a big mouthful of yogurt, and then wiped a little milk stain on the corner of his lips with his fingertips and wiped it on Boss He's lips.

He Xiangyao felt uncomfortably rubbed, frowned, turned over, and changed to a lying down position.

Zhao Yufeng froze and didn't dare to move any more, for fear of waking up the male god and giving him a love education.

The room was too quiet, and the sound of sucking yogurt could be heard clearly. Zhao Yufeng couldn't sit still. After waiting for a while, he saw that the male god showed no signs of waking up, and he was solid and cute again.

First, he touched the male god's brow bone with his finger, but there was no movement, then rubbed his fingers against the male god's eyelashes, but there was no movement, and then pressed his finger on the tip of the male god's nose, but there was still no movement.

Zhao Yufeng became more courageous, put the yogurt bottle aside, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to do big things.

He rummaged through the bedside table, and found that there were very few crime tools he could use, a few boxes of covers, a pair of nail clippers, and a bag of disposable rubber bands. There was no woman at home, and he didn't know what to buy them for.

Zhao Yufeng pondered for three seconds, and when he came up with an idea, he pulled down the quilt halfway. The male god was not wearing anything, and lay in a big shape, which was convenient for him to do.

He picked up the nail clippers on the bedside table and laid them on the man's lap, thinking: I'll be a weeder again today.

This is a delicate job. In order to ensure that the root is cut every time, only one hair can be cut with nail clippers at a time. After cutting half, Zhao Yufeng is too tired to lift his wrist, so he simply tied the remaining hair into three. A little tease.

Boss He was woken up, and he touched down with his hand, and the more he touched it, the more strange it became. Zhao Yufeng smiled at him innocently: "Boss, good evening."

Boss He felt helpless looking at the little lawn that had been mutilated. He got up and changed into a casual outfit, sat back on the bed, pinched the soft flesh on Zhao Yufeng's cheek and pulled it aside: "Little villain."

"You sleep by yourself and don't play with me."

"It means I'm still to blame." He Xiangyao had no choice but to bend over and hug him up: "Change clothes and go out to eat."

Zhao Yufeng lay softly on the male god's body as a little baby who couldn't take care of himself, and only waited for He Xiangyao to help him put it on before he twisted it: "I really want to eat Malatang."

He Xiangyao wanted to say that the roadside stall was too dirty, but when the words came to his lips, he changed his words out of concern for the little model: "It's not good to eat spicy food on an empty stomach."

"Want to eat", Zhao Yufeng pretended to be pitiful, and pretended to cry: "Do you not love me? You don't even want to give me a meal of Malatang."

"No", He Xiangyao was caught off guard: "I love you."

"Did you despise me after getting along for a long time? You still hold someone in your arms and call him baby in the morning, but turn your back on him in the afternoon. You are really bad."

"Eat, eat, eat", He Xiangyao couldn't help it: "Eat whatever you want."

Zhao Yufeng changed his face in seconds, jumped onto the bed with a smile on his face, stood on the edge of the bed, and opened his arms: "My husband, carry me on your back."

He Xiangyao resigned to his fate and walked over, half bent over: "Come on."

Zhao Yufeng shrank his legs, hung it up, put his hands on the shoulders of the male god and adjusted his posture: "Report to the captain, the preparations are complete, and we will set sail at any time."

He Xiangyao turned the man upside down and rushed out.

Zhao Yufeng was dizzy from being shaken: Damn, I forgot that the male god has practiced long-distance running.

The street lamps on the street turned on one after another, and the small vendors became active again. They lit the gas stove, boiled the bottom of the pot, and attracted passers-by with the aroma of seasoning.

Zhao Yufeng was dizzy and woke up when he smelled the familiar fragrance: "Boss, we're here, we're here."

He Xiangyao continued to run: "The boat didn't break down, so it couldn't stop."

Not childish, Zhao Yufeng was choked, so he had to make a posture of throwing things: "Okay, captain, the anchor has been thrown down."

He Xiangyao stood still, and Zhao Yufeng rushed forward due to inertia, and knocked his nose on the back of the man's head. Immediately, big eyes came down: "It hurts."

He Xiangyao had a feeling of self-inflicted evil, so he put the person on the ground and bent over to look at it: "Good boy, blow it up."

"Forget it." With tears in his eyes, Zhao Yufeng stood on tiptoe, pressed the male god down, signaled the male god to squat down, and climbed onto He Xiangyao's back again: "Little donkey, let's go."

He Xiangyao didn't play tricks this time, and walked slowly with his back on his back, and asked when he was almost at the side of the stall, "Why did you become a donkey from a captain all at once?"

"What do you think?" The corners of He Xiangyao's eyes and brows were still full of spring after being loved: "It's as big as a donkey."

He Xiangyao was speechless, okay, this reason is barely acceptable.

As soon as he arrived at the destination, Zhao Yufeng was about to unload the mill and kill the donkey, kicked his legs, fell to the ground, abandoned Boss He, ran to the small vendor, took a stainless steel plate and began to choose vegetables.

He Xiangyao wiped off the tissue and sat down on the stool. In his right hand pocket, he found the cigarette box. He felt a little complicated: he couldn’t smoke cigarettes, and he couldn’t eat what he wanted. The little model wanted to cry when he asked for advice. Being a man is really tm difficult.

Zhao Yufeng ran back excitedly after choosing the dishes, and sat next to the male god: "I haven't eaten for a long time."

"Didn't you just eat at a roadside stall with Yangyang and the others last time?"

"It's different, last time it was barbecue, this time it's Malatang."

In He Xiangyao's mind, roadside stalls are similar, dirty and messy, and parasites are easy to grow if you eat too much: "Eat less, I ordered health-preserving soup, and I will drink a bowl before going to bed later."

"I've been asleep all day," Zhao Yufeng hugged the male god's arm and acted like a baby: "It's still early."

This kind of thing cannot be discussed, He Xiangyao made a decision: "Go home before twelve o'clock, and go to bed after drinking the soup. We both need to adjust our biological clocks."

Zhao Yufeng: "..." Sleep, sleep, sleep all day long.

The small vendor brought up Malatang. The dish was just cooked and it was very hot. The soup was bubbling and a large white mist was evaporating.

Zhao Yufeng took a sip and felt that it was too spicy, so he ordered another bowl of boiling water, ready to rinse it before eating.

He Xiangyao was fed a mouthful, but he didn't taste anything delicious. Seeing that the little model ate with brows and eyes stretched, he couldn't bear to say something to disappoint him. Forget it, it's a rare one, so let him be happy.

After a full meal, Zhao Yufeng was in a better mood, and went for a walk after dinner with the male god's arm off like a koala.

He Xiangyao only ate half full, and he didn't plan to eat according to his original intention. The little model couldn't bear it and wanted to feed him actively, and it was hypocritical not to eat until he was fed to his mouth.

The closer he walked to the business district, the more people gradually increased. He Xiangyao pulled out his hand and put his arms around the waist of the little model to prevent being scattered by the crowd.

Zhao Yufeng tugged at the male god's collar: "Let's go to the movies."

"What do you want to see?"

Zhao Yufeng tilted his head and smirked: "It doesn't matter what you look at, it's pitch black, don't you think it's very suitable for pulling little hands, kissing little mouths, and doing something you like?"

He Xiangyao's breathing became heavier: "Go."

Zhao Yufeng immediately bought tickets, very rebelliously chose the opening at [-] o'clock. After watching it, it would be [-] o'clock in the morning, and he definitely couldn't go home before [-] o'clock.

He Xiangyao could only turn a blind eye to the little model's obedience and disobedience: "Where do you want to play now?"

"Go shopping in the food street."

Zhao Yufeng was full, and there was no room left in his stomach. Infected by the frenzied buying atmosphere of the food street, he bought a bunch of barbecue meat in the east, and a box of glutinous rice cakes in the west. Boss He asked for help.

He Xiangyao couldn't bear the small eyes, took a bite, Zhao Yufeng continued to look, Boss He continued to eat, until it was close to eleven o'clock, Boss He was too full to walk.

The two walked towards the cinema in a leisurely manner. Zhao Yufeng chattered all the way, saying that the little turtle had been locked in the box for too long, which seemed to have left a psychological shadow, and was not as active as usual, and then said that the little turtle had grown up a bit , It's almost the age of mating, when will we buy a child bride for it to raise, it's better to have a few more little turtles, and we will be grandpas.

He Xiangyao hummed twice from time to time, the evening wind was blowing on his face, and the surroundings were full of ridicule, but he could only hear one person's voice, and his heart was very peaceful. He only wanted this road to be longer, and longer, preferably forever. I can't finish it either.

Sensing that the male god seemed to be distracted, Zhao Yufeng stood still, tiptoed to the male god's ear, and said, "The two of us are also at the age to mate."

He Xiangyao continued to be immersed in the beautiful atmosphere: "Yes."

Oh shit, Zhao Yufeng was sure that the male god was distracted, with his arms folded on his chest, staring at the man's face.

Feeling something was wrong, He Xiangyao turned sideways: "What's wrong, baby?"

Zhao Yufeng didn't speak.

He Xiangyao reached out to pinch the soft flesh next to the little model's cheek again: "Tired from walking? I'll carry you on my back."

Zhao Yufeng felt that he couldn't get angry anymore, so he took the man's hand awkwardly and quickened his pace: "No, hurry up, it's time to start."

The two fingers intertwined, and He Xiangyao felt that the little model's hands were small, soft, and very elastic when pinched.

Zhao Yufeng felt that the male god's hand had no flesh, but the phalanx was very thick and long. When it was inserted, it could reach a deep place, and his face couldn't help getting hot.

He Xiangyao was dragged away, he looked at the back of Zhao Yufeng's head with a smile on his face: This is really good.