Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

He Xiangyao didn't understand at all how the friendship between the little cousin and the little model was established. He watched the two go out arm in arm, and the little cousin gave him a glare before going out. This was something that had never happened before.

He Zhiyang invited Zhao Yufeng to have a good meal, and when he was full, Zhao Yufeng started chatting: "Let me tell you a secret."

"What?" He Zhiyang was in high spirits.

"A secret that even your brother doesn't know."

"Say it."

"I'm a model, you know the model, the kind that takes photos."

"Well, go on."

"I'm also an entertainer. My current name is my stage name, Zhao Yufeng, which means my wings are growing. Sounds good, right?"

"Well, what was your previous name then?"

"I tell you, you are not allowed to tell your brother."

"Go, go, go."

"I used to be called Zhao Gousheng. My father was from the country and had no culture. He heard that it was easy to make a living with a cheap name, so he chose the cheapest one for me."

"Zhao Gousheng, hahaha, really?"

"Guess", Zhao Yufeng blinked: "Let's go, please take a sauna."

"Hey, is it true or not?"

"Don't tell you."

Sauna bathing is listed as one of the consumption activities of the rich by Zhao Yufeng. He used to struggle with food and clothing every day. If he could have money left over to eat meat at the end of the month, he would feel that his life would be beautiful. How can he have money? These, I have a good figure because I am hungry. I only have money to eat two meals a day, and I still can’t eat enough for two meals. Anyone can be thin, but now I have a male god card, hehehe.

But the life of the rich is not easy. After steaming for a long time, Zhao Yufeng felt that his brain was a little lack of oxygen, his blood flow accelerated, and the broken skin on his chest also hurt a little.

He Zhiyang looked at the messy marks on his body and felt pain: "Don't be my brother, I'll introduce you to a new job."

Zhao Yufeng followed his gaze and saw the tooth marks on his calf, hehe, it seems that the male god is not honest, and he will make trouble while he is asleep: "Don't think about it, I'm kidding Yours was actually injured when you went out to play last week."

At this time, He Zhiyang became witty again: "Can you make teeth marks when you fall?"

Kid, aren’t you stupid? It seems that the male god has given up on this pot. Zhao Yufeng mourned for him for a second: "I like your brother, sincerely, whether he hits me or not, I will be with him .”

He Zhiyang looked at Zhao Yufeng with your hopeless eyes: "Forget it, come to me if you can't hold on, brother will still listen to what I say."

"Thank you." Zhao Yufeng leaned over and said, "Don't buckle the stool in the sauna room, it's so dirty."

He Zhiyang looked at the brown sawdust under his nails and said indifferently: "Why do you look like my mother?"

"I have a friend who is a doctor and specializes in treating that kind of disease. He received a female patient last month, and the place has grown into the shape of Flammulina velutipes."

He Zhiyang's eyes widened: "The girl still grows Flammulina velutipes, isn't that a transsexual?"

"It's not that kind of Flammulina velutipes, it's that she has a lot of blisters and granulation, and the caps that look like Flammulina velutipes are crowded together. Just take some painkillers and get into that kind of business to retaliate against society."

"Who can do it when it grows like that."

"You can't see it once the lights are turned off. She charges cheap, and there are quite a lot of customers. I don't know how many people have been infected."

"Fortunately, I like men."

"My friend also said that the woman likes to wear short skirts when she goes out, but she never wears underwear. When she takes public transportation, she just sits on the stool. If there are sweat stains, secretions, etc. on the stool, the next one It will be miserable for the person who sits, you said she also likes to take a sauna in case."

He Zhiyang's face turned pale: "Go, go out, let's go shopping, if you dirty your clothes today, I will pay you back."

"That's a good relationship", Zhao Yufeng didn't refuse, this kid's hands are too strong, it really hurt him, and he should bleed, he has a long memory.

The two went shopping together to buy clothes, get their nails done, and eat supper. When they finally parted, they had established an indestructible revolutionary friendship. He Zhiyang also changed his name to Zhao Yufeng's sister-in-law.

Zhao Yufeng went back to the villa with the bag humming a little tune, took off his shoes, and turned on the light. The male god was sitting on the sofa and looking at him.

He Xiangyao patted his thigh, and Zhao Yufeng immediately dropped the bag and ran over to pout and give the male god a loving kiss: "I miss you so much."

"I don't think I'll ever go home."

Male god, don't talk like this, you have to leave room for others, understand?Zhao Yufeng pretended to be pitiful: "My cousin is pulling me to play, I don't want to either."

"Come back sooner next time."

"Understood." Zhao Yufeng clutched his chest like a monster: "Oh, it hurts so much."

He Xiangyao was coaxed by him, and he took off his clothes to see: "Where does it hurt?"

"Here," Zhao Yufeng said with a grin, "Next time, lighten it, it's all broken, and I've been in pain for a whole day."

He Xiangyao blushed, lowered his head and hugged the little model and gnawed: "Be good, don't be naughty."

Zhao Yufeng became serious: "Boss, I can't take pictures with my body like this."

"I'll tell them, and I'll shoot again in a few days."

Zhao Yufeng leaned into the male god's ear: "You don't like smoking anymore in a few days?"

He Xiangyao: "..."

There is really no way to guarantee this kind of thing. Hobbies are not things that can be changed in a day or two. He Xiangyao has just developed a new hobby, and He Xiangyao is very interested: "Then stop shooting, and I will add another [-] to you in a month."

Zhao Yufeng kissed the male god's ear: "Boss, I love you."

He Xiangyao kissed the little model's ear back, licked a hard spot with his tongue, let go of his mouth, and saw a small pierced ear by the light: "When did you punch it?"

"It's been a long time, I used to shoot commercials."

Speaking of which, Zhao Yufeng suffered a lot when shooting this commercial. The advertiser was a fat old man who liked young boys very much. Zhao Yufeng refused to follow him, so he deliberately asked the director to change the venue, and he insisted on changing the venue from the indoor swimming pool. It became an outdoor swimming pool.

At minus three degrees, Zhao Yufeng jumped into the water a total of [-] times. After filming, he burned like a fool, his forehead was hotter than a hot water bottle, and he was sick for three months.

I don't know what the fat old man is now, whether he is dead or not, Zhao Yufeng doesn't want to take revenge, he is very satisfied with his life now, God takes away those unimportant things and compensates him for being a god, this deal is very good deal.

"Why don't you wear earrings?"

"Do you want to buy it for me?"

"Go out and pick tomorrow." The little model looks dazzling, and it should look good with some shiny ones. He Xiangyao likes beautiful things: "Now let's get down to business."

Zhao Yufeng stroked the bird's head: "He misses me?"

"Yes", He Xiangyao closed the doors and windows to prevent further accidents: "Go and replace yesterday's set."

Hey, Boss, you understand very well, Zhao Yufeng ran upstairs, put on a black gauze dress, and went downstairs with his big white legs exposed, the little flame in He Xiangyao's heart was turned into a big fire by him: "Come here quickly. "

"Come here", why do you tell me to go there, how embarrassing.

He Xiangyao accommodated him and walked over with his long legs. Zhao Yufeng took a step back, a little scared. He has a good mouth and is easy to coax when he encounters trouble: "Boss, I'm made of meat, not glue. , you can take it easy."

"I know", He Xiangyao loosened his tie, took the hands of the little model and tied them to the railing of the stairs: "I will do it gently."

It's not a good habit for a male god to lie, you know?Zhao Yufeng was shot by the male god's gun for a whole night, and the big white steamed bun was beaten into a flowering steamed bun by the bullets. The filling inside was so much that it overflowed. It was white and tasted a bit fishy. I don't know if it was preserved. It's been too long past the shelf life.

He Xiangyao untied the tie on the little model's wrist, carried the person upstairs, washed him clean, put him under the quilt, and went to work refreshed, Zhao Yufeng lay on the bed with dull eyes, the taste of a male god is too strong, hey Hey, it's quite exciting when you think about it carefully.

As soon as the boss left, Zhao Yufeng didn't pretend to be dizzy, and got up on his back to send a WeChat message to his little cousin, with some pictures of the cruel abuse.

He Zhiyang immediately became angry: How can my brother be such a person!

Zhao Yufeng fell into the vortex of the daily black male god and couldn't extricate himself. While silently saying sorry in his heart, he was proud of his wit: It's okay, I love him.

He Zhiyang hates iron but not steel: Be sober, is life more important than love?

The hidden danger of a potential rival in love was completely eliminated, Zhao Yufeng continued to pretend to be pitiful: he is my life.

He Zhiyang: ...

The psychological shadow was too great, and He Zhiyang felt that he could not be interested in romantic affairs for a long time.

He Xiangyao’s younger cousin offered to resign as soon as he arrived at the company. He was stunned, but accepted it happily. He felt that the little model was still a bit prosperous. He just completed the great harmony of life last night, and everything went smoothly today. No wonder ancient people like to marry a daughter-in-law Chongxi.

He Zhiyang handed in his resignation, and stood beside him hesitating to speak, his small eyes were very strange, looking at his cousin was like watching a virus.

He Xiangyao was in a good mood, and sympathized with him: "What's wrong?"

"Brother, don't hit Zhao Yufeng in the future, he is already pitiful enough."

"Who said I hit him?"

"I saw it with my own eyes." At this moment, He Zhiyang remembered that he couldn't sell his teammates, and hurriedly covered up: "It wasn't someone who told me."

That means what the little model said, small things can fool people, He Xiangyao pushed his cousin out of the office and sent a message to Zhao Yufeng: Yang Yang came to see me, I will give you a chance to say it yourself.

Zhao Yufeng trembled in fright: He himself saw those red marks you made, I can't tell him that we made them on the bed, right?

'So you lied to him? '

'It's a white lie, I'm not doing it for your own good, he's pestering you all day, you're annoying too. '

'Come back and clean you up. '

Zhao Yufeng was in severe pain all over his body. He didn't want to suffer further injuries, so he quickly took a photo of the flowering steamed bun and sent it: I'm so pitiful.

He Xiangyao looked at the photo, and Da Niao Niao became energetic: "Come back now to take care of you."

Zhao Yufeng's hand holding the phone froze, fucked up, played off.