Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

He Xiangyao couldn't get used to the eager eyes of the little model staring at the small glass bottle, so he asked in a strange tone, "Is it that pretty?"

Zhao Yufeng smiled and sat in the male god's arms: "As for not? I even eat the vinegar from a bottle of Fengyoujing." The narrow-mindedness is hopeless.

Not to mention Fengyoujing, He Xiangyao even eats his own vinegar, and sometimes he feels unbalanced when he thinks that he does not cook as many times as yesterday.

Zhao Yufeng pursed his lips and kissed the male god's lips: "Let's go, go into the tent and rub the medicine on me."

The little model's winking eyes flew up again, He Xiangyao was hooked into the tent, and asked blankly, "Where are you rubbing?"

"Wait a minute", Zhao Yufeng took off his clean clothes and knelt down on the bedding: "Wipe any red spots."

This posture was so wonderful that everything that should have been leaked was leaked out. He Xiangyao swallowed his saliva, knelt down and kissed that small mouth.

In broad daylight, there were people around the tent, Zhao Yufeng was ashamed and angry, and gritted his teeth: "What are you doing?"

He Xiangyao stuck out his tongue and licked it again, feeling the skin under his hands tremble, like the white pappus on a dandelion being blown by the wind, or like dewdrops hanging on the tip of the grass in the morning, a slight fluctuation It can all be ruined.

Zhao Yufeng's arms went limp in an instant, he fell onto the quilt, bit the sheet, only his butt was sticking out, and acted like a spoiled child in dissatisfaction: "Stop bullying me, it's so cold to be naked."

How could He Xiangyao be willing to let him freeze, put away his extravagant thoughts, and concentrate on applying the medicine, with almost no movements in his hands.

The itchy and painful erythema on his body became cool, and Zhao Yufeng sighed comfortably.

He Xiangyao wanted to take his brother and break in directly, but unfortunately both hills were plagued by insects, and the cave in the middle was also messed up, requiring a long period of recuperation, so he pinched the little model's waist and attached it.

The two of them were close to each other, and through a thin layer of clothing, Zhao Yufeng could clearly feel the beating bumps.

He Xiangyao dawdled slowly, then pinched the little model's chin to force her to tilt her head: "Is it still cold now?"

Zhao Yufeng was so excited that he admired the male god's willpower to pass through the house three times without entering.

The stones around the cave were worn looser and looser, and there was a danger of landslides at any time. He Xiangyao was afraid that he would not be able to control himself, so he found pajamas to help the little model put on.

The pajamas are made of pure cotton, very soft and thin, and it's easy to sink into them. He Xiangyao's voice is hoarse: "Hey, let me rub."

Zhao Yufeng: "..."

In the end, Zhao Yufeng didn't leave any marks that shouldn't have been on his body, but He Xiangyao was completely wet. He asked the bodyguards to boil hot water, cleaned himself up, and put on new clothes.

The soiled trousers were set on fire, Zhao Yufeng was wrapped thickly on the male god's back, sniffling: "Boss, I seem to smell burnt protein."

He Xiangyao: "...that's your son."

"It's obviously your son, isn't my son swallowed by you?"

"I'm ashamed to say that I swallow so many things every day, and I haven't seen anyone who is pregnant with one and a half daughters. If you were a girl, you might be pregnant with your fifth child by now."

Zhao Yufeng bit the male god's earlobe: "Why didn't you give birth to me?"

He Xiangyao pulled the little monkey on his back into his arms, curling the corners of his lips with a half-smile: "You are so courageous."

Zhao Yufeng changed his words cowardly: "If I give birth to four or five babies at once, I'm afraid I'll have to queue up for breastfeeding every day."

"Don't you dare?" He Xiangyao squeezed the beans and said, "Only I can touch here."

Zhao Yufeng's eyes were red from being pinched. He was thinking about it just now, but the boss refused to give it up, and now he ignited it again: "It's so annoying, it was you who gave birth, and you may be the one who is not sure."

He Xiangyao was speechless, hugging the person in his arms upside down, and changed the subject: "Let's go, try to get to the sky as soon as possible."

Anyway, he doesn't want to move his legs, it doesn't matter if he walks early or late, Zhao Yufeng nestles in the arms of the male god with peace of mind, messing with flowers and grass all the way, ruining the little wild flowers.

Seeing that Bai Shengsheng's fingers were stained with the juice of flowers and plants, He Xiangyao couldn't help but say a few words, but the little model didn't listen, so he had to let him go.

Zhao Yufeng picked some bright red impatiens, crushed them, and painted them on the male god's fingernails.

He Xiangyao didn't pay attention, even if he did, he probably wouldn't blame him.When it's done, it's too late to say anything.

Zhao Yufeng jumped to the ground, and raised the male god's hand as if asking for credit: "Boss, look."

He Xiangyao had a headache: "...you're being mischievous again."

Zhao Yufeng has a lot of flesh on his hands, but the bones are small, it looks small and fleshy, and there are still a few fleshy dimples on the back of his hands. It doesn't feel inappropriate to paint his nails, but He Xiangyao is different. His knuckles are thick, The fingers are also very long, and there are bulging veins on the back of the hand. It works well when I use it, but it looks hard to say when I paint my nails.

Zhao Yufeng clasped fingers with the male god in a fawning manner: "I painted it too, it looks pretty good."

He Xiangyao tightened his fingers, squeezed that fleshy hand, and thought: It's time to establish house rules.

Zhao Yufeng exclaimed, and grimaced: "Boss, be gentle."

He Xiangyao bent down to coax him again, the little thing was so squeamish that he couldn't help it, and he didn't know what to do without him.

Zhao Yufeng was raised to have fine skin and tender flesh, his hands were tender and slippery, and he was easily pinched with red marks, but his focus was not on those marks, he raised his small paws and held them in front of He Xiangyao: "Look , I have a pigeon egg in my hand, what should I do if I crush it?"

"Pinch it and buy it again."

He Xiangyao tried his best to give the little model the best. When ordering the ring at the beginning, he didn't care whether it was good-looking or not, he only cared whether it was expensive or not. A big diamond almost blinded Zhao Yufeng's eyes.

Zhao Yufeng cherishes this ring very much, and usually takes it off after washing his hands, for fear of getting it wet: "That's different, this is the first ring you gave me."

The first time is always different, even if He Xiangyao gave him a pull ring for a can, he would still be a treasure. Zhao Yufeng blew on the ring, wiped it with his sleeve, and laughed: "It's so big, others will definitely I thought it was made of glass."

He Xiangyao pinched his face: "The ring is not made of glass, the person wearing the ring is a small glass."

Zhao Yufeng: "..." I am Little Glass, and you are Old Glass.

Listening to the young couple flirting, the tour guide recalled the past: "My daughter-in-law had a bad temper when she was young."

Bodyguard C: "The older you get, the better your temper will be?"

"I don't know," the tour guide let out a puff of smoke: "She is not in good health, and my mother insisted on forcing her to have a baby, but the baby went away not long after it was born."

Bodyguard C was silent, he poked someone's wound, he was a little embarrassed.

The tour guide continued: "Actually, I often think that if I had been more decisive and took my daughter-in-law out to work and avoid my mother, she would have become a grumpy little old lady by now."

Maybe they would quarrel frequently, and they would slam the table and throw bowls when they quarreled fiercely, but the house was always lively and lively, unlike now, when the son went out to work, he was left alone in the house, and when he woke up in the middle of the night, only himself could be heard in the room. With the sound of heartbeats, the tour guide tapped the cigarette ash: "So, you young people, do what you want to do early, lest you regret it when you get old."

Caught off guard, he was poured a pot of chicken soup. Bodyguards A, B, and C were greatly encouraged. Bodyguard A tentatively asked, "Master, what do you think of men and men?"

"What else can I do? You don't need a bride price if you find a boy. My son likes a girl from the city now. That girl is arguing to buy a house, but I'm so worried."

The old man sighed, and the bodyguards A, B, and C looked at each other tacitly: I'll tie up the handsome guy when I get back, and don't care what happens to him in the future, let's have a good time first.

Zheng Junfeng sneezed for no reason, and Fu Nan slowed down: "Cold?"

"Not cold", Zheng Junfeng knelt down and swiped Weibo, and saw that there was another person on the Internet who had poor acting skills in Hei Funan. No matter how you look at it, how handsome it is, I will scold him to death if I don't buy the navy."

Fu Nanpi smiled but did not smile, he slapped hard, and slapped his hands one after another, the crisp sound of slaps was mixed with other sounds, he was in the mood to play with his mobile phone while doing something, it was time to clean up.

Zheng Junfeng was stunned by the beating, and his voice changed a few tunes: "Honey, what are you doing?"

"It's not working."

The sun was westward, and a group of people finally reached a line of sky.

Zhao Yufeng stood in the middle of the two walls and looked around. The flowers, plants and trees outside were lush and lush, but inside there was no grass. Moss grew wildly on the stone, making it slippery to step on.

Bodyguard C narrowed his eyes and looked up: "I don't know how high this mountain is?"

Zhao Yufeng followed and raised his head. The road below could allow three people to walk side by side, but the road above was so thin that there was only a gap left. He was completely shocked by the uncanny workmanship of nature and at the same time feared.

The tour guide took the lead to go deep: "Young boy, be careful, don't slip."

As soon as the words fell, a large group of fruit bats flew out from the depths of the crack, and Zhao Yufeng fell into the arms of the male god: "It's so scary."

He Xiangyao half hugged and half hugged him and led him inside: "As timid as a little mouse."

"Is there a mouse as cute as me?" After such an interruption, Zhao Yufeng was relieved a lot. He tightened the male god's clothes, walked deep, and felt flustered again: "Boss, You said that such a high stone wall has not been repaired, will the stone fall down?"

"Don't worry about what you have." He Xiangyao grabbed the paw that was holding his clothes tightly and put it in his pocket: "If you want to hit it, hit it high first."

Zhao Yufeng was the shortest among the group, and at this moment he felt a little proud of being a dwarf, and he was no longer worried, and became lively again: "When we go home, we will pick up a few stones and put them in our son's tank. "

"Ah."