Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

Thinking of going out to play, Zhao Yufeng didn't even eat a few mouthfuls of roasted whole lamb, so he went upstairs to pack his things hastily after lunch.

He Xiangyao sat on the sofa and waited for him while reading the newspaper. After waiting for about half an hour, there was movement at the stairs.

Zhao Yufeng dragged a big box half a person's height with difficulty, his face was full of excitement, and when he saw He Xiangyao turned around, he immediately acted like a baby: "Boss, the box is so heavy."

He Xiangyao thought to himself: The air in the packaging bag accounts for half of the weight of snacks.

Zhao Yufeng didn't move, and pouted: "Boss, you won't come to help even if I can't mention it."

"I'm coming."

He Xiangyao had no choice but to put down the newspaper to pick up the suitcase. He held one hand, but didn't move it. He was startled, and pretended to be calm and put the other on it.

Zhao Yufeng put his arms around the male god's neck, stretched his legs and hung it up, giggling silly: "Carry me on your back."

Carrying a heavy box in the front and a grown man weighing more than a hundred catties on the back, even He Xiangyao couldn't bear it after exercising for a long time, and he was already out of breath when he walked downstairs: "Baby, what did you pack?"

"You said bring food, I brought both the food on the top and the food below."

"Buy what you can buy outside," He Xiangyao said out of conscience, "Our car is too small to fit such a big box."

Zhao Yufeng let go of his hand, fell to the ground, opened the box and counted like the male god: "Ten boxes must be brought."

He Xiangyao thought about the consumption speed of the two: "Yes."

"I bought unused little clothes, little ropes, and little chains before. You have to bring them. Boss, think about the blue sky and white clouds above your head and the green grass under your feet. Let's lie on the soft grass and have sex. Things to do."

He Xiangyao followed the little model's words and looked forward to it: "Take them all."

"I have to bring five packs of my favorite potato chips."

"Well, take it."

He Xiangyao was still waiting for the next article, but he didn't hear the voice for a long time. He said doubtfully, "Go on."

Zhao Yufeng's expression was innocent: "It's gone, it's all over."

"By the way, I have to bring oil, I almost forgot."

Zhao Yufeng ran upstairs and brought ten bottles of oil down: "Put them in too."

He Xiangyao took five bottles and put them under the coffee table: "You can't use so much, and you will be able to drink water after playing."

Zhao Yufeng blushed: "..." You will get out of the water by yourself.

Boss He was very good at playing hooligans, he picked up the little model and got into the car, pressed it on the back seat and started kissing.

Bodyguard A and Bodyguard B looked at each other, then looked down at the box, and said in unison: "Lift?"

Just lift it up, bodyguard B feels unspeakably sour, the boss hugged the handsome little lover to make out, and they still have to move things, life is bitter.

Zhao Yufeng's face was full of saliva after being kissed, and the small wounds on his body were pulled on while struggling, and he gasped in pain: "Let go."

He Xiangyao refused with practical actions, and hugged him even tighter: "Baby, you smell so sweet."

"Don't mess around, let's talk like we're not using the same bottle of body wash."

"Really delicious."

He Xiangyao pulled down the collar of the little model a little, and carefully traced the shape of the collarbone with his tongue: "Sweet."

"Oh, I got my collar wet later."

The car is only this big, and there are bodyguards and drivers sitting in front of it. It is really inconvenient to change it if it is dirty. He Xiangyao sat up dejectedly. Zhao Yufeng felt distressed seeing his drooping appearance, and climbed onto the lap of the male god. , and then grabbed Boss He's shoulders and slipped into his arms: "You can do whatever you want when you get there, okay?"

He Xiangyao rubbed his chin against the top of the little model's head: "Play with the chain."

Zhao Yufeng: "..." Waiting for me here.

He Xiangyao didn't hear the answer he wanted, and said again: "Chain."

Zhao Yufeng is almost a dead salted fish: "Okay."

The driver and bodyguard C sitting in the front row: "We can't hear anything."

A black car speeds on the highway.

It was only five o'clock in the afternoon when they arrived at the scenic spot. The group of people packed their bags and prepared to go up the mountain. To be precise, He Xiangyao was responsible for carrying the little model, and the bodyguards were responsible for carrying the luggage.

Before going up the mountain, bodyguard B found a local resident as a tour guide. The old man talked a lot, bragging while walking up the mountain.

Bodyguard C was stupefied for a moment. After hearing the old man say that this place used to be called Snake Mountain, his hairs stood on end. He always felt that there were poisonous snakes spitting out letters lurking in the dark grass by the roadside.

Zhao Yufeng was not affected at all, looked to the left and looked around, very satisfied, the scenic spot has just been developed, there are few traces of artificial decoration, and the air is very fresh, it is simply a sanctuary for the elderly.

As the sky gradually dimmed, some pheasants and turtledoves looking for food became restless, jumping here and there, and some even flew into the middle of the road. They had seen few people and had no defense.Seeing He Xiangyao and his group walking in the depths, he tilted his head suspiciously and let out a grunting sound from his throat.

The pheasants are very bright in color and look cute. Zhao Yufeng was afraid of startling them, so his breathing slowed down.

The tour guide was not surprised, and yelled to drive them away: "There are many wild animals in this mountain, besides pheasants, there are also weasels, fruit bats and so on. Generally, if you don't provoke them, you will be fine."

Bodyguard C was curious: "What will happen if you provoke me?"

"There is a young man named Mao San in our village. He poked a pheasant nest last year, and then he was called Lei San?"

Bodyguard A: "Why?"

"The pheasant was pecked, the places where it was pecked somehow lost their hair. You didn't see that when he came home, his head was covered with blood, and his hair and beard were missing here and there. His mother was too scared, let alone the fruit bat, and the weasel can't afford to mess with it."

Zhao Yufeng ate the potato chips and listened with relish: "I heard that some places call the weasel Huang Daxian, do you also worship this here?"

"No, that thing has a good memory, so you can't beat it. It's okay if you kill it on the spot. If you don't kill it, you can wait for it to come to the house every day to steal it. It steals chickens and doesn't eat meat. It just drinks blood, and it can drink up in one night. A dozen."

Hearing the weirdness, Zhao Yufeng shook, and dropped the potato chip residue from Boss He's head.

Boss He gritted his teeth and admitted it. He was the one who made the person, and his temper was the one he spoiled. He deserved it.

Passing by a waterfall, it was completely dark and far from the destination. The group found a small slope to set up a tent and prepare to cook.

Zhao Yufeng pulled the tour guide and sat beside him: "The scenic spot is so big, are there wolves in it?"

The tour guide smoked a cigarette and shook his head: "It's a good idea. The wolf is a second-class protected animal in the country. It was captured and taken to the zoo a few years ago. How can it be kept for free for you to see now?"

Zhao Yufeng felt that he and the tour guide were not thinking on the same line. He looked around, and there were dark mountains and forests in all directions. The lush and green trees in the daytime all became hideous and terrifying at this time, and they seemed to be baring their teeth and claws at any time. He was about to rush forward, he shrank his neck and trot to Boss He.

He Xiangyao was helping to set up the tent. He had done a lot of exercise today and sweated a lot. He took off his coat and only wore a thin cashmere sweater, which perfectly fitted the curves of his body.

Zhao Yufeng looked at the beautiful biceps and then at the beautiful chest muscles, and most of the fear in his heart was removed.

When He Xiangyao saw someone approaching, he put down the things in his hand: "What's wrong?"

Zhao Yufeng felt a bit embarrassed to speak, and whispered: "I'm afraid of the dark."

The way he watched his reaction cautiously and secretly was so cute as hell, He Xiangyao hugged him into his arms: "Hey, I'm here, don't be afraid."

Zhao Yufeng raised his head: "It's still scary."

"Then what should we do?" He Xiangyao thought for a while, and then said, "Would you like to watch TV? I helped you download the "Beautiful Times of Number Zero" that was updated yesterday."

Zhao Yufeng was pleasantly surprised: "Really?"

"real."

He Xiangyao walked towards the pot with his arms half in his arms and half holding the little model. Bodyguard A lit solid alcohol and was boiling the pot dry, and oil stars splashed everywhere.

Seeing that posture, Zhao Yufeng immediately pulled Boss He towards the soup pot next to him.The chicken brought from home is boiled in the pot, and the aroma of medicinal herbs mixed with the aroma of chicken is drilled into the nose.

The tour guide rubbed his empty stomach, and approached He Xiangyao in a fawning manner: "Boss, do you provide meals?"

Boss He, who was about to kiss his mouth, stopped and turned around, his voice was more like gnashing of teeth: "Bao."

"That's good." The old man happily walked to his small backpack, dug out a stainless steel basin and ran back: "Boss, are you sure you're full?"

He Xiangyao's fumbling hands froze again, did he still have any discernment: "Come on."

"I am old and eat less, so one pot is enough."

The dry pot that bodyguard A was cooking and the pot of chicken soup couldn't hold the whole pot, so He Xiangyao rubbed his temples: "Go and stay by the side, I'll ask them to make a pot for you."

"Thank you boss, thank you boss." The old man couldn't help but glance at the chicken soup pot: "I'm old and my digestion is not very good. It would be great if I could drink a bowl of soup after dinner."

"Serve it yourself after eating."

"Hey, good."

Hearing the desired answer, the old man left the bowl behind and slipped to the side to roll up the tobacco leaves.

He Xiangyao called bodyguard A to come over, ordered him to cook for the tour guide alone, and gave bodyguard A the basin left by the old man.

The basin was about the size of a footbath used in daily life. Bodyguard A was taken aback. He didn't expect such a shriveled old man to be able to eat better than him. In this way, the rice he brought would definitely not be enough. He hesitated For a moment: "Boss, does the tour guide eat noodles?"

The old man has a good ear: "Eat, eat anything, don't pick, as long as there is meat."

"Can I get you some hot pot noodles with ham and shredded pork?"

"Row."

Bodyguard A put him a handful of dried noodles, two packs of instant noodles, cut half a catty of meat and a ham sausage as thick as an arm, and made a full bowl.

The tour guide was very satisfied, the creases on his face burst into laughter, he thanked him repeatedly, and ran to the side with the basin to eat alone.

Bodyguard B and Bodyguard C set up their tents and came to see someone eating before them. The key point is that they are not the boss or the young master. They feel unbalanced: "Brother, where is our meal?"

Bodyguard A continued to fry the dry pot: "The boss didn't eat it, so what's the hurry."

Bodyguards B and C: "..."