Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

Ding Feng was furious: "Take a break for 10 minutes, Zhou Yun, the person you brought, you go to work."

It is the nature of human beings to be sympathetic to women and jade, and Zhou Yun can understand that Xiaohuadan can't do it. For the current plan, the only way is to take people to the side to rehearse a few more times.

Guan Yu returned to normal at this time, with a slap, a slap was harder than anyone else, Zhou Yun's face was swollen, he pressed Xiao Huadan's shoulder: "Remember this feeling, and act like this later .”

"Well," Guan Yu was full of confidence, turned his head to look at He Xiangyao, turned around again, and stammered: "Brother Zhou, I think, I still need to practice for a while."

Zhou Yun: "..."

He Xiangyao put on a coat and walked to Zhao Yufeng, Zhao Yufeng took the initiative to give way, waited for the male god to sit down, and then sat on the male god's lap, with small claws protruding from the long sleeves, grabbing the male god Rubbing her hands together: "Wear like this, don't catch a cold."

"No", He Xiangyao put his hand into the sleeve of the little model, and kneaded the thin wrist: "I am in good health."

The fingertips that touched the skin were very cold, and Zhao Yufeng felt distressed: "Don't take this kind of out-of-season drama next time, our family is not short of money."

"Make more money to buy you bags."

Boss He's mouth became sweeter and sweeter, and Zhao Yufeng's face was blushed: "I don't want a bag, I want you to accompany me."

He Xiangyao rubbed the soft hair on the back of the little model's head with the tip of his nose: "Okay, I will always be with you."

After 10 minutes, the filming continued. Xiaohuadan practiced again and again, but she still lacked confidence on stage. He Xiangyao comforted her in turn: "It's okay, you can slap me casually later, and I will avoid it."

Guan Yu: "..." The point is not to let go.

"It's just a borrowing, don't be nervous."

"I... I'm afraid... if it really hits."

"It's okay, I don't blame you if I get hit." He Xiangyao was still very patient with his little fan girl: "It's my honor to be slapped by a beautiful lady."

Guan Yu: "..." He was so handsome that he hit the wall.

The filming went very smoothly this time, probably because Guan Yu was dazed and played for a long time, and his performance was a little more natural than usual.

Zhao Yufeng felt sorry for the male god who was going to be splashed with wine in the cold weather. Seeing the director yell to stop, he immediately ran up with the hot water bottle: "Here is the hot water bottle, put on your clothes quickly, put on your clothes."

He Xiangyao was pushed to the fitting room to change back to the original clothes. Ding Feng cheerfully called everyone to call it a day: "Don't leave, let's eat fat cow together at night."

There was a burst of cheers on the set.

Zhao Yufeng was also greedy, and eagerly pulled the male god: "Let's go, hurry up, go eat."

When He Xiangyao turned around, Zhao Yufeng was caught by the wall, expecting and shy: "Why, there are so many people."

"I want to fuck you", Boss He bent down and hugged him: "I really want to, I really want to."

Zhao Yufeng pushed the male god's chest: "Let's talk about it when we go home."

"Then go back now."

Zhao Yufeng changed his face: "... Liar, you clearly promised me to eat fat cows."

He Xiangyao: "..."

He said he had to do it, He Xiangyao compromised, and followed the end of the line with his arms around the little model.

Ding Feng's restaurant is located in the city center, and it only opened this year, but the owner's craftsmanship is outstanding, and within a month, it became popular all over the city, and it is said that he even appeared on TV.

Zhao Yufeng couldn't wait, and ordered food as soon as he was seated. Fu Nan sat beside Zhao Yufeng silently, watching him smile brightly at another person, feeling a little lonely in his heart, he was too weak, so weak that he didn't even count Not He Xiangyao's rival in love.

He Xiangyao helped the little model hot the dishes while pouring wine. They ate a small hot pot for each person, the spicy soup base that Zhao Yufeng wanted, and the tomato beef brisket that He Xiangyao wanted. The two ate each other.

Zhao Yufeng's lips turned red from the heat, and he drank cold beer one after another. Ding Feng saw something, and deliberately said badly: "Kids, eat more food, don't patronize drinking."

He Xiangyao looked at Fa Xiao with the same gaze that he would beat you to death if he dared to talk too much, his hands kept moving, and he continued to add wine.

Ding Feng shut up and eat his own food

Zhao Yufeng stuck out his tongue in a hot way: "No, it's too hot."

He Xiangyao thoughtfully handed over the wine glass: "Good boy, drink water if it's spicy."

After disposing of the three bottles of beer, Zhao Yufeng couldn't do it anymore. He looked around in a daze, and He Xiangyao picked him up horizontally: "Let's go first, you guys eat slowly."

Ding Feng curled his lips: "The guy who forgets his righteousness when he sees sex."

Guan Yu cupped his cheeks: "If only my future boyfriend could be this handsome."

Zhou Yun picked up a chopstick of seaweed: "Wake up, what are you dreaming about?"

Keyword: "..."

He Xiangyao carried him to the underground garage, closed the car door, and his expression became serious: "Be good, raise your legs."

Zhao Yufeng refused to listen, and huddled up to the car door.

He Xiangyao stepped up his strength, grabbed the little model's ankle, and dragged him to his side: "Bad children will be punished."

Zhao Yufeng's mind was confused, but his instincts were still there. He wanted to hide from the hot gaze, but He Xiangyao lost his temper. He untied his tie and tied his ankles.

Zhao Yufeng woke up early the next day, the sun had just risen, and the golden sunlight shone in through the thin cotton and linen curtains.

He moved, and the pain from his buttocks to his waist was unbearable, especially py, the pain was so painful that it exploded, no, it was obviously not the first time for the two of them, with experience, no matter how fierce the fight was, it would not hurt so much.

He Xiangyao also woke up, hugged the little model and said, "Good morning, baby."

This morning was not good at all, Zhao Yufeng raised his head and looked at the male god suspiciously: "What did you do last night?"

"Me?" He Xiangyao had an innocent expression: "I didn't do anything."

"Fart, why am I in so much pain?"

He Xiangyao's expression became strange: "You were drunk yesterday."

So you mess around while I'm drunk, you're still not human, if you don't take good care of it, how can you reuse it?Zhao Yufeng's face wrinkled into a ball: "How many times have I said that I'm not made of silicone, can you be careful?"

"It's not me", and He Xiangyao was wronged: "You insist on sitting on the beer bottle, you can't hold it back."

Zhao Yufeng: "Huh?"

Zhao Yufeng couldn't believe such an outrageous thing, but looking at the male god's expression, he didn't seem to be lying. He twisted and buried his face in the male god's arms aggrieved.

He Xiangyao groped in along the hem of the little model's rolled up clothes.

Zhao Yufeng slapped that hand away: "Don't do it, it hurts."

He Xiangyao was dissatisfied: "Isn't the clothes rolled up just for me to touch?"

Although it is a bit comfortable to touch, but the place hurts, and it must be cultivated for a period of time. Zhao Yufeng kissed the male god's chin: "Hey, bear with it, and I will make up for you next week."

"Make up for a week, twice a day."

"roll."

He Xiangyao continued to touch, but Zhao Yufeng was afraid of him: "Okay, okay."

"Hey, I'm going to serve breakfast, what do you want to eat?"

“Plain yogurt with matcha donuts.”

He Xiangyao got up and put on his coat, but he caught a glimpse of the stick on the ground out of the corner of his eye. Damn, he forgot to put it away after using it up last night. He stretched out his foot to kick it, trying to kick the stick under the bed, but he caught the little model's attention .

Zhao Yufeng lowered his head and saw the black stick on the ground, the top of the stick was still moist and lustrous, and he understood in seconds, how angry, the male god beat him with the stick and lied to him.

He Xiangyao smiled all over his face: "Honey, I can explain."

Zhao Yufeng took a deep look at the male god, pulled the quilt up and covered his head, He Xiangyao was anxious: "I didn't hit you with that thing yesterday."

Zhao Yufeng turned over and faced the male god with his butt. He Xiangyao bent down and hugged him with the quilt: "I really didn't, I just patted him a few times."

Oh, after a few light pats, the place became swollen, and it wasn't made of tofu, so it was so fragile, Zhao Yufeng didn't believe a word.

He Xiangyao was still pretending: "Really, it's just that the surface of the stick is too slippery, he slipped a part of it by himself."

"You go, take that broken thing with you." The male god did not repent, and Zhao Yufeng was furious: "I like playing so much, so sleep with the little toy at night."

"Daughter-in-law, I was wrong."

Zhao Yufeng pretended to be dead.

He Xiangyao put his hand in to tickle him: "Baby, just talk to me."

Zhao Yufeng was scratched so badly that he almost couldn't hold back his laughter. He threw off the quilt angrily and sat up, but the pain was so painful that he couldn't sit up straight at all, and gasped for breath: "Don't scratch."

"I won't scratch if you're not angry."

Zhao Yufeng pursed his mouth, damn it, I have to be wronged for being so cute.

He Xiangyao pinched the little model's swollen face: "I'm going to serve breakfast, be good, don't get angry after eating."

The yogurt had just been taken out of the refrigerator, and a layer of tiny water droplets had condensed on the surface. Zhao Yufeng took a sip, shivering from the cold, and hurried back into bed.

What He Xiangyao drank was hot milk, and after one gulp, his whole body warmed up. He smiled and leaned over: "Baby, drink mine."

The yogurt I chose would have to be finished after freezing to death. Zhao Yufeng was used to picking it up and didn't want to waste it. He shook his head, remembering that he was still losing his temper, so he simply turned his head away from looking at the male god.

He Xiangyao stuck it up from the side, held the wrist of the little model and took a bite of the matcha donut, some of the grass-green sauce dipped onto the corners of his lips, Zhao Yufeng was bewitched by the beauty, and he stuck out his tongue to lick it unwillingly. The lip beads licked along the lip line to the corner of the lips, and then pried open the male god's lips, touching the smooth teeth.

He Xiangyao took the tip of the little model's tongue and bit it lightly: "Aren't you angry?"

Zhao Yufeng: "..." Forgot again.

He Xiangyao kissed again: "Baby, don't you see that you can't control it, you can't blame me last night", who told you that you are so cute when you cry.

Zhao Yufeng pushed the male god away, and after a few mouthfuls of donuts and yogurt, he lowered his head to play with his mobile phone, without giving He Xiangyao a look.

He Xiangyao spoke sourly: "Is the mobile phone so fun?"

Zhao Yufeng was ruthless: "Yes, it's more fun than you."