Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

With something in mind, Zhao Yufeng didn't sleep well all night, and went downstairs with two huge dark circles under his eyes.

The living room was filled with the aroma of egg pancakes, Fu Nan was cooking, and Zheng Junfeng was making trouble in the kitchen, but he seemed to be extra.

Seeing other people in pairs, Zhao Yufeng was extremely uncomfortable, his expression looked like a dog in the water, and he said hello listlessly: "Morning."

"Morning", Zheng Junfeng glanced back, and continued to steal the fried dishes: "Did you become a thief at night? The dark circles under your eyes are bigger than your eyes."

Having just stolen someone last night, Zhao Yufeng felt a little guilty: "Don't talk nonsense."

Zheng Junfeng focused all his attention on Fu Nan, and didn't notice his awkward little expressions. Seeing that the last dish was fried, he put on a pair of thick gloves to help serve the dish.

At the dinner table, the three of them had their own thoughts. Fu Nan looked at the water stains on Zhao Yufeng's lips, his throat tightened, and he put down the bowl and chopsticks: "I'm done eating."

"Eat more", Zheng Junfeng said dissatisfiedly: "What kind of broken crew, you still need to lose weight like this, the director must be blind."

Fu Nan smiled with a good temper: "Everyone is reducing."

Zheng Junfeng was still unhappy, and sat on Fu Nan's lap and twisted to express his dissatisfaction: "Why suffer this? It's not that I can't afford you."

"Be good, be good." Fu Nan comforted Zheng Junfeng with a kiss on his lips: "Why don't you go with me today?"

"Okay."

As soon as the words fell, Zheng Junfeng thought of Zhao Yufeng again. Zhao Yufeng ate fried dumplings and said very sensiblely: "You go out, don't worry about me, I'm almost three years old, and it's not like I need someone to take care of me when I'm three years old. .”

Fu Nan was worried. He wanted to hold this person in his palm and pamper him a long time ago: "Brother, you should also watch my filming."

"Don't", Zhao Yufeng was struck by lightning when he disturbed the young couple's intimacy. Zhao Yufeng's own feelings were broken, and he didn't want others to follow suit. He hurriedly cleaned up the last few mouthfuls of rice in the bowl, wiped his mouth and walked upstairs: "Go out by yourself, I'm going to catch up on some sleep."

"Okay." Now that this is the point, Fu Nan can't force it anymore: "Brother, just call me if you want something for lunch, and I'll ask my assistant to bring it back."

"No." Zhao Yufeng likes thumb-sized fried dumplings: "I'll just turn a few steamed dumplings in the microwave after I sleep and eat them."

"It's not good to eat leftovers."

"What's wrong?" Zhao Yufeng paused at the stairs: "We used to eat leftovers every day and didn't see anything wrong with it."

"elder brother."

"Hey, I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep first."

Zhao Yufeng's enthusiasm for Nan was a bit overwhelming. If it was when he first met, he would never treat himself as an outsider and make all kinds of demands unscrupulously. Can't get rid of it.

He turned around and entered the room, kicked off his shoes and lay on the bed. The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the room was full of light, which was not suitable for catching up on sleep. Drag it out from the blacklist.

In less than 5 minutes, He Xiangyao's name lit up on the screen, and Zhao Yufeng hurriedly pressed the phone under the pillow as if he had been burned.

The other party was persistent, failed to get through once, called the second time, failed to get through the second time, called the third time, the phone rang for more than 20 minutes, Zhao Yufeng finally couldn't help answering, and silently said: I answered because I was bored, not because I wanted to He is dead, I don't want to at all.

Neither of them spoke. They were silent for a long time, listening to each other's breathing, Zhao Yufeng couldn't hold his breath: "Speak quickly, if you have nothing to say, I'll hang up."

"I miss you."

I miss you too, Zhao Yufeng replied softly in his heart, he didn't know what to say anymore, it was obviously He Xiangyao who hung him up unclearly, stepping on two boats, but now he was wronged.

"Listen to my explanation, okay?" During the time apart, He Xiangyao thought a lot. There is nothing wrong with his relationship with the little model. The problem lies with Liu Zhe. Appropriate rhetoric, but I always feel that there are thousands of words I want to say to this person.

Zhao Yufeng's tears fell on the pillow and wet a small piece of fabric: "Speak."

Needle drop could be heard inside the house.

The fear in his heart, the turbulent evil thoughts, and the anger of separation came one after another and turned into the silence at this moment. He Xiangyao seemed to be choking on his throat. What could he say? .

"There is nothing to say." Zhao Yufeng buried his face on the pillow, suppressed his voice and cried for a while before picking up the phone again: "We should stop contacting again."

"I don't", He Xiangyao is no longer a saw-beak gourd at this moment: "Wait for me, I will come to you right away."

Seeing her son tearing off the infusion needle and running out in a hurry, Mother He almost thought she had become an evil mother-in-law. Last time, she was confused for a moment and couldn't react. Afterwards, she felt that something was wrong. Calm down.

Once the seeds of doubt were planted, things became more and more inconsistent, but her son was so bored that he couldn't even give a fart with three sticks, and couldn't ask anything. She was curious and anxious, like a cat scratching her heart.

This time He Xiangyao learned his lesson and didn't take a taxi. He drove the car by himself. Zhao Yufeng kept watch by the window. When he saw the familiar car coming, he immediately restrained his expression and lay down on the bed.

He Xiangyao parked the car on the side of the road, leaned on the window and turned in, seeing the bulging quilt so soft that his heart seemed to melt away, he rushed over and hugged him tightly.

Zhao Yufeng froze: "How did you get in?"

"Flip through the window."

"Don't die? I'm not afraid of falling at such a height."

"Didn't you leave the door open for me?" He Xiangyao dawdled with the tip of his nose against the top of the little model's hair, wanting to kiss but dared not, for fear of making people angry and getting beaten: "It's okay, I'm not afraid of falling."

The man smelled of hospital-specific disinfectant, and Zhao Yufeng felt distressed: "Are you recovering?"

He Xiangyao took the opportunity to sell miserably: "No, it's still burning. Look at the back of my hand, it's almost full of needle holes."

The man's arms were covered with bruises from the infusion needles. The old wounds hadn't healed yet, and new wounds reappeared. It was horrible to look at. The latest needle hole even faintly leaked blood.

Zhao Yufeng's eyes were red, and he didn't dare to touch it, but he still insisted: "Go back to the hospital if you are sick, and it won't work if you tell me."

"My disease can't be cured by doctors." He Xiangyao tightened his arms and leaned into the little model's ear and replied, "Only you can cure it."

Zhao Yufeng became flustered because of this sentence: "You...you..."

He Xiangyao turned the little model's shoulders to face him, pointed to his chest and said, "My heart won't beat when you leave."

"Brother, I forgot my key." Fu Nan shouted loudly from downstairs, "Help open the door."

"Come right away", Zhao Yufeng hurriedly pushed Boss He away and prepared to go downstairs, and hurried back halfway there: "You hide in the closet first."

He Xiang: "?"

"Go in first," Zhao Yufeng opened the closet door and pushed Boss He in: "Hurry up, don't be found out."

He Xiangyao was wronged: "Why should I hide?"

"Don't come if you don't hide."

Aggrieved, He Xiangyao retreated into the closet, watching Zhao Yufeng run downstairs through the crack of the door, feeling a bit like cheating.