Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

The air was suddenly quiet, Zhao Yufeng looked at the face of the male god and then at the door, and suddenly understood everything, but he still couldn't help pointing to Liu Zhe with a trace of expectation and asked, "Who is he?"

He Xiangyao was speechless, he didn't know how to explain it to his mother, and he didn't know how to explain it to the little model.

The long silence seemed to Zhao Yufeng to be tacit consent. He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and walked outside: "I'll go first."

"Where are you going?" He Xiangyao grabbed the little model's hand and said, "Baby, listen to my explanation."

Mother He felt that she was going to faint again. She originally thought her son had no love life, but she didn't expect that he was hiding too deeply and pretending to be too real. She looked at Liu Zhe guiltily.

Liu Zhe's face was full of embarrassment. At this time, he didn't dare to show his acting skills casually. If he said a wrong sentence, he might be beaten to death by Boss He. He winked at He Xiangyao desperately: "Boss, give me a script, how do you act next?"

He Xiangyao was so anxious that he went crazy. How could he care about others? The little model usually threw himself into his arms even if he made a small cut, crying out of breath and being wronged for a long time. In the end, he only said dryly: "Things are not what you think."

"What's the matter?" Zhao Yufeng's eyes quickly filled with tears: "Let's get together and get together so we can save face for everyone."

"I said it wasn't what you thought. Don't you understand human speech?" He Xiangyao's voice suddenly rose, and he regretted it when he said it.

Zhao Yufeng was shuddered by the yelling. He just felt that he was deceived by lard a few days ago, and he had the illusion that this man loved him. He tried his best to break away from the man's hand and ran out. It was all fake, and now Definitely still dreaming.

"Baby, you're not wearing shoes." He Xiangyao hurriedly chased after him with his slippers on, "Be careful of catching a cold."

Mother He stomped her feet anxiously: "What's the matter?"

Liu Zhe helped him to the hospital bed: "Auntie, you lie down for a while, I'll go and have a look."

The speed of the two sick patients was not fast, Liu Zhe could catch up with them easily, but he didn't dare, the young lovers had conflicts, and it was easy to make a mess inside and out.

He just stayed behind not too far away, ready to help explain later.

He Xiangyao was so dizzy from running that he stumbled with his left foot and right foot and fell.

When Zhao Yufeng heard the movement, he ran back in a hurry: "Aren't you stupid, can't you lie on the bed in poor health?"

He Xiangyao held up the slippers in front of the little model: "Put on your shoes."

Zhao Yufeng burst into tears, that's it, it's this kind of meticulous care that gave him the illusion, Zhao Yufeng felt angry, maybe the boss treats everyone like this, and he is just an insignificant member of it, You shouldn't take yourself too seriously.

The shoes held in the air were not picked up for a long time, and the two were in a stalemate. Fu Nan and others rushed over one after another, and was surrounded by a group of people. Zhao Yufeng finally responded. He wiped away his tears and sniffled: " I have to think about it and stop chasing you."

He Xiangyao made a mistake first, and he was not very confident. He put his hands around the cold feet of the little model: "How long do you want to think?"

"do not know."

"Is an hour okay?"

Zhao Yufeng didn't want to pay attention to him, so he hailed a taxi and got in. He Xiangyao was sprayed with car exhaust, hurriedly got up on the road, wobbled after him and shouted: "One day at most, no more. "

There was a steady stream of vehicles on the street, and Zhao Yufeng couldn't help pressing the window to look back.

He Xiangyao's mind was full of confusion, he didn't look at the road when he ran, and passed vehicles several times.

Zhao Yufeng's heart hung high, and he eagerly dialed Fu Nan's phone number: "Pull him back quickly."

"Well, okay." Fu Nan wished that He Xiangyao would be hit to death, agreed but didn't move, only waiting for the taxi to completely disappear from sight before slowly going to pull people.

He Xiangyao was pulled to the side of the road and squatted down slumped. He just wanted to hide his most precious thing, so what's wrong with that?

He Zhiyang braced himself and squatted over, and poked He Xiangyao with his elbow: "Brother, sister-in-law is still young, it's normal to lose her temper."

Gao Cheng has a deep understanding of the three words of losing one's temper: "Yes, buy a few bags, admit your mistakes, and even a hard-hearted man can be coaxed by you to change his mind."

"Is it really useful?" He Xiangyao's eyes were red, he was desperate now: "But he has no shortage of bags, I gave him a bag shop before."

"Then send flowers." Gao Cheng continued, "You can send whatever you like."

He Xiangyao immediately took out his mobile phone and placed an order for [-] roses. He Zhiyang was so angry, he was also in a relationship, and he was also losing his temper. Gao Cheng never sent him flowers.

The two put together every day, He Zhiyang pouted his buttocks and Gao Chenggong knew what fart he was going to fart: "If you like roses, I will buy them for you too, but besides being pretty, they are useless, so I might as well save them for you Buy lipstick."

He Zhiyang thinks about it too: "Accompany me to try lipsticks in the afternoon, a new Barbie fan has appeared, so pretty."

Fu Nan quietly retreated to the side, took out his mobile phone and called Zhao Yufeng back. Zhao Yufeng was overwhelmed, and when he saw the caller ID, he immediately connected: "Is he hurt?"

"No." Fu Nan tried his best to maintain a calm tone: "Brother, he's fine. Where are you now?"

"I don't know", the situation was too chaotic at that time, Zhao Yufeng only told the master to drive forward, and didn't say the destination at all. Now that he calms down and thinks about it, there is really nowhere to go. ID card, even if you want to stay in a hotel: "Can you come to me? I don't have any money."

His voice was hoarse and hoarse, and Fu Nan was so distressed: "Tell the driver to stop, and then send me a location. I'll come pick you up right away."

When Fu Nan rushed over in a hurry, Zhao Yufeng was squatting on the side of the road. He only wore a hospital gown in this season, which looked thin and pitiful. He hurriedly took off his clothes and put them on for others: "Why don't you stay on the car?"

Zhao Yufeng wrapped his warm clothes tightly, and raised his head pitifully: "The driver won't let me."

The old master was sitting in the driver's cab with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and he opened his mouth to spit a big cloud of cigarettes onto Fu Nan's face: "Do you know how much I wasted by waiting for half an hour?"

Fu Nan didn't speak, but looked up ferociously. The driver was stared at for no reason and broke out in a cold sweat. Nuonuo said, "Why don't you take a car if you don't have money."

It's okay for others to bully him, but Zhao Yufeng and Funan couldn't bear to bully him. He memorized the driver's face carefully, and took out ten red notes from his wallet: "Is that enough?"

The driver didn't count them in detail. Judging by the thickness, he knew that it was more than enough. He immediately changed his face and took it with a smile: "Enough, enough."

"Remember my brother's face, next time he takes your car, do you know what to do?"

"Know, know."

The driver left after getting the money, Zhao Yufeng's eyes were blank, his expression was blank and helpless, Fu Nan bent down and hugged him: "Brother, come home with me, I will support you."

"What a fart," Zhao Yufeng managed to force a smile: "It's not bad if you have money to save for Old Zheng to buy clothes."

Fu Nan held Zhao Yufeng's shoulders with both hands: "It has nothing to do with him, I am willing to support you, and I have the money to support you."

Zhao Yufeng was at a loss for words for a moment, and after a while he stammered his answer: "Don't...don't...just kidding."

Fu Nan wanted to say that he wasn't joking, that he sincerely wanted to support this person for the rest of his life, but right now wasn't the most suitable time, so he changed his words: "You can tell, we've known each other for so long, you It’s okay to stay at my house for a few days, but you will have to pay rent if you stay in my house for more than 30 days.”

Zhao Yufeng pouted and muttered in a low voice: "I have been expelled from the house, and you still ask me to collect rent, is there any humanity?"

"Then give it another month." Fu Nanai looked miserable at his appearance, and her voice could not conceal her pampering and joy: "If you don't have any money, you can be a foot-washing maid at my house."

The two chatted miscellaneously, Zhao Yufeng felt a little better, his brain gradually relaxed, tiredness and sleepiness surged up together, he yawned, his upper eyelid drooped: "I'll sleep for a while."

Zhao Yufeng was really exhausted, he fell asleep as soon as he said it, and his breathing became stable in less than three seconds.

Fu Nan only felt that the skin that was leaned against was so hot that it was almost burning. He heard the slight breathing, and his heart was sweeter than ever. The early death of his family members and the ups and downs of life became irrelevant at this moment. , He just wanted to stay in such a quiet place forever.

The trousers in the hospital were relatively short, and Zhao Yufeng squatted, revealing a large section of thin white ankle, and he frowned slightly from the cold.

Fu Nan noticed it immediately, quietly picked him up, and hailed a car.

With the air conditioner turned on in the taxi, Zhao Yufeng's brows gradually loosened, and he felt as if he was lying on someone's lap in a daze. He figured it should be Boss He, and found the most comfortable position to continue sleeping.

This sleep lasted until noon the next day, and Zhao Yufeng was still a little dazed when he woke up. The completely unfamiliar decoration made his unconscious mind even more chaotic.

Zhao Yufeng wrapped himself in the quilt and tossed it around a few times. The quilt was soft and fragrant, and the smell was very familiar, but he just couldn't remember where he had seen it.

The door creaked open from the outside.

Fu Nan came in with breakfast, and his gaze stayed on Zhao Yufeng's exposed wrist for a moment before returning to normal: "Brother, are you hungry?"

"Hungry", as soon as the words fell, Zhao Yufeng's stomach growled a few times in response to the situation, his face blushed in embarrassment, and he changed the subject abruptly: "What are you cooking, so delicious?"

"Preserved egg and lean meat porridge", Fu Nan sat on the edge of the bed, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew it a few times, and fed it to Zhao Yufeng's mouth: "I got up at six in the morning to cook it, you can try it if you like it."

There was a sudden commotion outside the house, countless rose petals fell from the sky, and He Xiangyao shouted with a tweeter: "Baby, I was wrong."

Zhao Yufeng watched the rose petals being blown in by the wind, and hearing the familiar voice, tears came down immediately. He pushed Fu Nan away, ran to the window barefoot, and looked down in a daze.

Dozens of helicopters sprinkled flower petals in the sky. He Xiangyao knelt in the sea of ​​flowers and held a large bouquet made of nail polish. He was dizzy from the aroma of roses. Get up: "Come home with me, I miss you."

Zhao Yufeng cried so much that he couldn't help himself, and fell to the floor with his knees hugged. The male god always made such a condescending look, making everything he did seemed to be making trouble for no reason.

Zheng Junfeng rushed up with the chicken nest on his head: "Fuck, Brother Feng, you are such a good man."

"He's not my man." Zhao Yufeng hiccupped from crying: "You still treat me as a friend, so kick him out."

"Brother Feng, He Xiangyao usually treats you well, it's fine to have a little temper, don't really break up."

Fu Nan frowned: "Don't worry about things you shouldn't care about."

Zheng Junfeng clung to his man and muttered, "I'm kind too. It's not easy to find a suitable one these days."

"They are not suitable." Fu Nan turned around and went into the bathroom to get a large basin of cold water, poured all the unfinished porridge into the water, walked to the window and poured it down.

Zhao Yufeng: "..."

Zheng Junfeng: "..."

With the sequelae of concussion and the sleepless night last night, He Xiangyao is now fully supported by that idea. He is full of expectations for his wife to show her face again.