Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

Boss He turned against customers, pushed the person on the desk, and kissed from the forehead down. After kissing for a while, Zhao Yufeng's place was torn, and he hurriedly pushed Boss He away: "It hurts, don't Grit your teeth."

"Hey, show me."

Zhao Yufeng grabbed the clothes pushed to his chest and lay on the desk. When the wind blew, goose bumps immediately appeared on his waist: "Are you alright?"

"It's hurt, wait for me for a while."

He Xiangyao turned around and went out to buy a Band-Aid, Zhao Yu put down his clothes, and when the torn skin rubbed against the clothes, he felt very sore.

The little tortoise poked its head out of its shell, rubbed its four little feet against the plastic box, and made a sound.

Zhao Yufeng turned his head, saw those bright mung bean eyes, and his expression was momentarily awkward: "Bao'er, you are still young, don't peek at these now, when you grow up and marry a wife, you will know what it is."

The little tortoise shook its innocent little head, and Zhao Yufeng instantly felt guilty for teaching bad children.

"What are you talking about?"

He Xiangyao came back with the Band-Aid, locked the door behind him, and sat on the sofa next to him with his arms around Zhao Yufeng.

"It's nothing." Zhao Yufeng had a premonition that something more impure would happen next, and hurriedly held down the hand stretched into the clothes: "Don't be too busy."

"what happened?"

"My son is watching."

Without further ado, Boss He opened the drawer and put the little turtle in: "I can't see it now, let's discuss academic issues."

Zhao Yufeng: "..."

It took two hours to discuss academic issues. Zhao Yufeng was lying on the sofa like a rag doll. He Xiangyao took a band-aid and pasted it on the two small spots on the broken skin. One flower on each side, especially symmetrical.

Zhao Yufeng was rubbed numbly by the brush, and couldn't break free, so he could only hum softly.

"It's really sensitive." The corners of He Xiangyao's lips curled up, he put the oil-based pen aside, and bent down to blow on two small flowers.

"Stop blowing it." It was itchy and hot, and Zhao Yufeng clamped his legs awkwardly: "You are so annoying."

"Okay, okay, I'm the one who's bothering you, be good, raise your hands and get dressed."

Zhao Yufeng was obedient and obedient, and after getting dressed, he reclined in Boss He's arms: "I'm hungry."

"What to eat?"

"The old hot pot shop last night."

He Xiangyao hesitated, Zhao Yufeng stared at him with big black eyes, and his moist lips pouted slightly.

One couldn't hold back, Boss He licked it directly, Zhao Yufeng was slobbered all over his face, and finally got what he wanted.

The road was not too congested today, and it only took two hours to drive there. The couple had enough to eat and drink, and it was just getting dark. Zhao Yufeng supported his back with one hand and protected his stomach with the other. One o'clock, I'll squint for a while."

He Xiangyao straightened him up, and Zhao Yufeng turned over and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

When he woke up the next day, he was lying on the bed. Zhao Yufeng stretched his waist, and suddenly his whole body froze: "Boss, your hand..."

He Xiangyao continued his morning exercises, and finally went to take a bath with the little model refreshed. Zhao Yufeng was like a dead salted fish, letting him play with him, and he kept comforting himself in his heart: exercising for an hour a day will lead to a lifetime of health.

After exercising, He Xiangyao was in a good mood and had a good appetite, so he went downstairs to eat with the little model in his arms.

Breakfast is pies and pure milk. Zhao Yufeng has been very tired of drinking pure milk these days, so he took a look and turned to the kitchen to get juice.As soon as the refrigerator was opened, he smelled a strange smell, and instantly remembered the dead duck incident last time: "Boss, come quickly."

"What's the matter?" He Xiangyao hurried to the kitchen before he even had time to put the pie.

Zhao Yufeng shrank straight behind the man: "I think the refrigerator is a bit strange."

He Xiangyao didn't notice it, but he still protected the little model and retreated to the door, instructing bodyguard A to go in and search the refrigerator.

The thing was not hidden deep, and just as bodyguard A took out the outermost layer of yogurt, he found a mass of blood and flesh: "Boss, there is a note."

"Written what?"

Bodyguard A had a strange expression on his face, he didn't say anything directly, but just handed the note to the boss.

Both Zhao Yufeng and He Xiangyao froze.

Once the horror incident was colored with love, it changed its taste. Zhao Yufeng was in a complicated mood, with a little bit of shyness mixed with fear.

However, He Xiangyao's face was so heavy that water could almost drip out. Zhao Yufeng sneaked another glance at the note. Speaking of which, this was the first time someone wrote him that kind of letter, and it was worth remembering: "What should I do?"

For cold salad, He Xiangyao directly tore the note into pieces, Zhao Yufeng swallowed his saliva and dared not speak any more.

Boss He felt overwhelmed with a sense of crisis. Strengthening patrols was not enough, and he added a power grid around the house. He didn't even go to the company, and asked his assistant to move all the documents to the villa.

There are a lot of documents to be processed, but He Xiangyao couldn't write a single word while holding the pen. Looking at the paper, he would think of the words on the note: I want to suck your lips, kiss your body, and see you trembling and crying.

Boss He slapped the table angrily: "Come here."

Zhao Yufeng held the potato chips and looked confused: "Boss, what's wrong?"

Last time I was so scared that I almost cried, but this time I was still in the mood to eat potato chips. He Xiangyao's liver hurts: "Hurry up."

Zhao Yufeng trotted over, sat on the male god's lap, and even pinched a piece of potato chips and fed it to the male god's mouth: "Boss, calm down."

"very happy?"

Zhao Yufeng's eyeballs rolled wildly.

He Xiangyao suddenly raised his voice: "Answer positively."

Zhao Yufeng looked at his toes cowardly: "A little bit."

He Xiangyao was about to die of anger, and he fell on the sofa and kissed him. Zhao Yufeng didn't dare to push, but just took a breath to defend: "It's the first time someone has a crush on me, so it's inevitable that I'm a little happy."

He Xiangyao gritted his teeth. At the moment of crisis, Zhao Yufeng's mind turned very fast: "Boss, what if the letter is for you?"

His movements stopped suddenly.

He Xiangyao's expression also became strange: "What did you say?"

"What?" Zhao Yufeng's mind went blank. He was just yelling, and he couldn't remember what he said.

"You said the letter was addressed to me." He Xiangyao pinched the little model's chin: "Why do you say that?"

I don't know why, it's just yelling, Zhao Yufeng pursed his mouth and thought of a reason: "You are more handsome than me."

"anything else?"

"You are also in better shape than me, and your legs are longer than mine." The more Zhao Yufeng said, the more he felt that this was the reason. He was the first to discover the dead duck last time, so he preconceived that it was aimed at him, but the male god He is better than him everywhere, put the two together, as long as you are not blind, you will know which one to choose.

Zhao Yufeng was so wronged that he was on the verge of crying. He finally received a love letter, but it was not his own: "Last time I checked the rankings on the Internet, and you are actually No.1 on the national list of men's dream lovers."

"go on."

Zhao Yufeng's temper also came up, and he slapped Boss He's hand off: "Let go."

He Xiangyao was in a good mood, and it was better to come for him than for the little model: "Dear Mr. Zhao, would you like to sleep with No.1 in the national men's dream lover list?"

Sleep and sleep, no one is afraid of anyone, there are only exhausted cows, no plowed land, Zhao Yufeng aggressively gnawed at the male god: "Go upstairs."

As soon as he reached the stairs, bodyguard C hurried in from the door: "Boss, the young master's father is outside."

Mentioning that man once made Zhao Yufeng disgusted: "Drive him away."

"I'm afraid not." Bodyguard C hesitated, "He's holding a knife, and he'll cut his neck as long as we get a little closer."

"Let him die", Zhao Yufeng gritted his teeth, straightened his clothes and walked out the door.

In just a few days, Zhao Hui lost a lot of weight again, his long beard and hair stuck together, the bandages on his body had turned black, the wound was infected by bacteria, doubled in size, and yellow pus flowed out.

Before approaching, Zhao Yufeng smelled a rancid smell: "What exactly do you want?"

Zhao Hui held up the knife, the tip of the knife had sunk into the flesh, and bright red blood dripped out continuously: "Give me the money, if you don't give me the money, I will die here."

"Then you die."

Zhao Hui scratched harder, the wound was even bigger, and the blood quickly stained his clothes: "Anyway, if you don't give me money, I won't live for a few days. If you die here, you have to collect my body."

"Paralysis, you stop," Zhao Yufeng couldn't help but watch a living person die.

"200."

Not to mention 200 million, Zhao Yufeng didn't even have a dime, and he used all of the money from Boss He: "Why don't you grab it?"

He Xiangyao handed the check to Bodyguard A: "Give it to him."

After getting the money, Zhao Hui didn't keep much, and quickly walked away with a cane. He used 150 million to pay off the debt, and he still has 50 left. Tonight, he will find a few girls to have a good time and get rid of bad luck.

Zhao Yufeng watched the man walk away without a second thought, his anger and sadness almost broke out of his chest, and he said without hesitation: "You are stupid, you will give as much as he says."

Bodyguards A, B, and C stood next to them and installed statues. The couple quarreled and were easily injured by accident.

He Xiangyao was not angry, and cupped the little model's face with both hands: "Don't cry, my heart hurts."

"I didn't cry." Zhao Yufeng reached out and touched his face, which was wet. His eyes were sore and swollen, and his voice was trembling: "I don't want to cry. I don't know why my eyes don't work."

"He doesn't want you, and I want you."

Zhao Yufeng wiped his tears with his sleeves, thinking: Liar, no one will want me, he won't, and you won't either.

With no debts and a light weight, Zhao Hui paid back the money, and couldn't help but gamble again. Today he was lucky, and won a small win of [-] to [-]. As soon as he left the casino, some young girls surrounded him.

Zhao Hui chose one at random, and walked towards the bar with his arms around him. After drinking three or two drinks, his mind fainted. He hiccupped, looked at the little girl with a smirk, and said, "Yunyun."

The little girl smiled coquettishly and fell on him: "I hate it, her name is Lulu."

Zhao Hui didn't seem to hear, and reached out to touch the little girl's belly: "Is your son doing well today?"