Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

The film Zhao Yufeng chose was relatively cold. After buying popcorn and Coke, he found that there were only the two of them in the screening hall.

The cleaning auntie exited, and then all the lights in the room were turned off, and the screen was turned on, with several blood-red characters appearing on it.

Intermittent cries also sounded in their ears. They said they were crying, and it was a bit like the scream of a cat after its tail was stepped on. The sound was very small, but very sharp.

Zhao Yufeng moved from his seat to the lap of the male god, and cowardly buried his whole body in Boss He's arms.

He Xiangyao patted him on the back with one hand, comforted him softly, and chewed popcorn with the other.

Zhao Yufeng was so hungry after hearing this, he plucked up his courage and raised his head: "Don't finish eating, save some for me."

He Xiangyao pinched one and fed it into his mouth, then pinched another and ate it by himself: "You're so scared, why don't you go home?"

"No", Zhao Yufeng was categorical, all the money was spent, and it was a waste of money: "Feed me some more popcorn."

Boss He squeezed the popcorn and fed it. Zhao Yufeng was a little overwhelmed by the sweetness, so he stretched out his hand to drink the Coke.

All the voices in his ears suddenly disappeared, and Zhao Yufeng burst into shock: "What's wrong?"

He Xiangyao stared at the screen intently: "It's nothing, it's just that the ghost is standing behind the hero."

Damn, it's nothing, Zhao Yufeng couldn't help but glance at it out of the corner of his eye, and saw a bloody mouth biting half of the male lead's head off, so he immediately retracted in fright.

The old god He Xiangyao was eating popcorn: "Don't be afraid, the hero is dreaming."

Zhao Yufeng turned his head to look again, and the picture had returned to normal.

The male protagonist went to work with a briefcase. When he got downstairs, he saw the bus he was going to catch drove away. He trotted to chase after him, but he didn't pay attention to his feet. He tripped over a raised stone and fell on the road.

The male protagonist rubbed the back of his head, found that the skin was broken, and cursed secretly that today was unlucky, when he suddenly heard the sound of the accelerator pedal again, he turned his head and saw a motorcycle coming straight up.

The screen was blood red, the motorcycle tire was crushed, and the hero's head exploded like a watermelon. Zhao Yufeng couldn't bear it anymore and closed his eyes, taking a sip of Coca-Cola to calm the shock.

He Xiangyao rubbed the hair on the top of the little model's head with his fingertips: "It's a dream within a dream."

Zhao Yufeng didn't want to believe in the male god anymore, and couldn't suppress his curiosity, so he insisted on dying to see it.

The hero wakes up in the office. He finds that there are no motorcycles or ghosts around. The boxed lunch on the desk is already cold. On the computer screen is the project proposal he has not finished. Colleagues are walking outside one after another.

A supporting role invites the male lead to have a drink together, the male lead looks at the computer, but decides to finish work before leaving get off work.

Only the male lead was left in the office, and the fluorescent lamp above his head suddenly made a buzzing noise, burst out a few sporadic sparks, and became flickering.

The male protagonist rubbed his temples and called the maintenance department. The old man in the maintenance department was still having dinner and said he would come back later.

After hanging up the phone, the male lead slumped down on the chair irritably, rested for a while, picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip, but the water in the glass turned blood red little by little.

He raised his head and met a pair of eyes without whites. The female ghost was slowly approaching with tears of blood streaming down his face.

Zhao Yufeng was so frightened that he curled up his hands and feet and shrank into He Xiangyao's arms. Boss He took a sip of Coke calmly: "The hero woke up again, he was still dreaming just now."

"The screenwriter must be sick, keep dreaming, keep dreaming", Zhao Yufeng said with embarrassment that he was about to burst into tears, but just pinched a few popcorns and ate them aggrieved, not daring to look at the big screen anymore.

Boss He snorted lightly, moved his legs, Zhao Yufeng felt it, his eyes changed again and again, he could still watch ghost movies... the male god is quite awesome.

He Xiangyao pretended to be prudish, and coughed: "The male lead has returned home."

Zhao Yufeng separated his legs, hooked the male god's waist, and kissed Boss He's chin up to his lips, bit and licked again.

What kind of movie do you want to watch in this situation, He Xiangyao immediately grabbed the back of the little model's neck, squeezed his tongue into Zhao Yufeng's mouth, and hooked the other tongue to mess around.

Zhao Yufeng felt that the saliva in his mouth was almost eaten up, his tongue hurt so much from being sucked, his lips hurt so much, his throat hurt too, the man's tongue was desperately squeezed into the depths of his throat, his movements were so fierce that he seemed to want to His whole body was torn apart.

He Xiangyao hugged him and kissed him until the end of the movie. When the lights came back on, Zhao Yufeng's lips were swollen, and his body was covered with sweat. He remembered the little knowledge he had read on the Internet. Kissing for 1 minute consumes the same amount of calories as swimming for 5 In this way, he swam at least five hours today.

Boss He pinched the little model's chin and looked at the sausage mouth against the light. It was fine, the skin was not broken, and it would probably disappear tomorrow.

Zhao Yufeng felt that the way he looked up with his head was a bit silly, and seeing the male god from this angle made him discover a little-known little secret: "Boss, there is a small piece of beard on the inside of your chin that you haven't shaved."

The rest of the place is particularly shaved, except that there are some short hairs at the junction of the neck and head, which are not easy to find unless you look carefully. Zhao Yufeng stretched out his fingers to touch it, and it felt softer than normal beard, and the color was lighter. Like lanugo that hasn't shed yet.

He Xiangyao: "..."

"It feels comfortable to the touch", Zhao Yufeng became addicted to playing: "Boss, your skin is so tender, like a baby."

Without saying a word, He Xiangyao bent over and hugged the little model's legs, carried him on his shoulders, and strode out.

Zhao Yufeng was overjoyed: "Boss, I'll help you shave my beard when I get home. I'm good at it. Look at my eyebrows, how beautifully they are trimmed. Moreover, this kind of hair is too soft to be shaved with an electric shaver. clean."

He Xiangyao raised his hand and slapped the little model's butt: "Be good."

Zhao Yufeng: "..."

There are many couples who come out after watching the movie, and many young couples have noticed the movement here. Boss He’s action seems to have inspired another boy. He bent down and carried his girlfriend on his shoulders. The little girl is so delicate. He said he hated it, but didn't resist.

Zhao Yufeng couldn't bear to look directly at him, so he closed his mouth and stopped talking. He waited for Boss He to put him in the car before opening the chatterbox again.

He Xiangyao was driving while listening to the little model's rambunctious, and Zhao Yufeng's heart was not dead, and the topic turned back to the small piece of unshaven beard: "Husband, let me shave!"

He Xiangyao stepped on the accelerator, and decided to follow the little model helplessly: "Yes."

Zhao Yufeng was full of fighting spirit, and when he returned to the apartment, he ran to his little cousin to borrow the eyebrow knife.He Zhiyang was sitting on the bed with his feet up and playing with his mobile phone, while Gao Cheng squatted on the ground to help him press his calf.

The development was too fast, and Zhao Yufeng was startled before explaining his intention: "Borrow an eyebrow trimmer, I left it at home and didn't bring it here."

He Zhiyang kicked Gao Cheng, and Gao Cheng obediently bent over to search in the bedside table, and found a bag of disposable rubber rings, handed the eyebrow trimmer to Zhao Yufeng, and then tied his little cousin's bangs .

A small pinch of bangs looks like the little fluff protruding from the tip of the chick's buttocks. She is so cute that she doesn't even bother to press her legs, so she just wants to get a deep massage.

Zhao Yufeng suddenly realized, got a new skill, and tied one for himself when he went back to the house, and it was much more comfortable to play with his mobile phone with his head down.

He Xiangyao was very interested in that bunch of little furs, and kept playing with them, but Zhao Yufeng didn't stop him, and pushed the male god on the bed, making a gesture of sharpening his knife to the pig and sheep: "Are you ready?"

He Xiangyao was a little nervous when asked, his neck was tilted back, his Adam's apple moved: "Take it easy."

"Don't worry," Zhao Yufeng held up the eyebrow trimmer and lay down on the male god's chest: "Put your head back a little more."

He Xiangyao tilted his head back a little bit again. The current situation is that people are fighting for the knife and I am the fish for the fish. The strange thing is that he is not flustered, but has a strange sense of excitement. The blade was cool enough to slit his throat open with a little force.

Zhao Yufeng shaved off the little fluff with two knives, moved it, and put the blade back on the bedside table, but when he moved it back, it pressed a penis.

He Xiangyao turned over with the person in his arms, and pushed the little model down: "I think about it."

Zhao Yufeng touched it, hehe, it's so big, he sucked the male god's Adam's apple flatteringly: "Take it easy."

He Xiangyao agreed, coaxing softly, and furiously yelling at Zhao Yufeng. Zhao Yufeng was blown up for most of the night, and when he woke up in the morning, he felt that he was not his own from the neck down.

He Xiangyao was eating breakfast and reading documents beside him. Seeing that the little model had woken up, he put down the sandwich in his hand: "Lazy pig."

Zhao Yufeng could only express his anger with his eyes, but He Xiangyao lowered his head and cupped his face again: "I'm going to serve breakfast and put on my clothes."

Zhao Yufeng squirmed twice, no wonder he felt so slippery today, he was not wearing anything.

When He Xiangyao came back with the dinner plate, the little model was still in the original state. He lifted the quilt and got in, and the impact drill also got in: "Help you wake up from sleepiness."

Zhao Yufeng was in so much pain that he was crushed underneath with tears in his eyes: "You want to play me to death?"

"No", He Xiangyao moved very lightly, scooping up the porridge with his hand to feed the little model: "Hey, open your mouth."

People depend on food, and Zhao Yufeng succumbed unprincipled after smelling the scent: "Hurry up, let's go home after shooting."

"understood."

Before going out, it was twelve o'clock in the noon, Zhao Yufeng hugged the little turtle, He Xiangyao hugged the little model, and the family of three walked to the villa that had just been cleaned up.

The location of the newly tidied villa is not bad, it is quiet amidst the hustle and bustle. It takes 5 minutes to walk to the subway station, and the business district is just one station away from the subway, but it is a little smaller than the previous one.

Because the little model had a shadow on the previous house, He Xiangyao sold the old house the next day, and bought a mountain villa. The land there is wide enough to support whatever he wants in the future.