Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

Fu Nan walked into the house carrying two big bags of things. Zhao Yufeng wanted to help, but was caught by his hand. Fu Nan held that delicate hand and gently kneaded it, and smiled softly, "Brother, you look down on me too much." I’m dead, I can still mention such a few things.”

When Zhao Yufeng and He Xiangyao were together, they were completely pampered like a little princess. When eating fish, someone pricked them, when eating shrimp, someone peeled them, and when they drank porridge, someone cooled them down. Their skin and flesh were raised to be thin and tender, and they were extremely sensitive. , It can turn red with a little effort.

The calluses on Fu Nan's hands made the back of his hands itchy and slightly tingling, and his expression became awkward for a moment: "What did you buy?"

Fu Nan didn't seem to understand his embarrassment, and held on to that hand: "I bought some daily necessities for you, as well as a change of clothes, but I don't know if the ruler fits properly."

Zhao Yufeng was distracted, and looked at the bag, not to mention toothpaste, toothbrush, pajamas and pajama pants, and there were even a few translucent silk mesh underwear inside.

I didn’t think much of it when I wore it to Boss He before, but now I feel very ashamed when I see it. Zhao Yufeng pretended not to notice it, thinking: I probably bought it for Lao Zheng, mixed it with daily necessities and forgot it, point it out now It was too embarrassing.

Thinking about his underwear, Zhao Yufeng didn't notice that he was being led all the way, walked into the bedroom, and woke up suddenly when he heard the sound coming from the closet.

Fu Nan put down the bag and looked towards the closet: "Brother, there are things in the closet."

Zhao Yufeng quickly stood in front of him, and said with poor acting skills: "Maybe there are mice."

"Mouse?" Fu Nan seemed to believe it, but also didn't believe it: "I've never seen a mouse in this room."

Zhao Yufeng is about to be unable to continue acting. He Xiangyao must have seen that the two of them held hands just now. If he can't help but rush out now, what should he do then? He is the one who said they broke up, and he is the one who is hiding, and he has lost all face: "Maybe it's because I like to eat in the bedroom, so I attracted it."

Fortunately, Fu Nan didn't go any further, he turned and went out: "I'm going to the airport."

"Why do you think of going to the airport now?" Zhao Yufeng wanted to ask just now, and he agreed to go to the set, but only one of the two people who went out came back: "Don't you want to go to the set, where is Lao Zheng?"

"The director had a car accident and stopped filming for a week. Fengfeng's brother came back from abroad today and will be staying at home tonight."

"Oh", Zhao Yufeng is a little shy of strangers. He is not used to living in other people's homes. Now that there are foreigners, he can't adapt even more: "Be careful on the road."

"OK Bye Bye."

As soon as the person left, He Xiangyao couldn't wait to get out of the closet, grabbed the little model's hand held by Fu Nan, kissed and licked it, and said dissatisfiedly, "How can you let him lead you?"

Zhao Yufeng was slobbered. Just now he was so nervous that his palms were sweating. Boss He didn't think it was salty: "So what if you hold hands, it's none of your business."

Well, after three days of not hitting the house, He Xiangyao wanted to do it, but he was afraid that he would not be able to coax him back even more, so he said aggrievedly: "You are my daughter-in-law, why is it none of my business?"

"It's a good deal, let me think about it for three days." Zhao Yufeng will take the soft and not the hard. If Boss He comes with him hard, he will definitely split up. Uneasy: "Here it is again before 24 hours."

"If I don't come, how can I find out that you are making out with other men?" He Xiangyao mourned like a concubine who had fallen out of favor in the palace for many years: "I'm holding hands, and when I come back in a while, your children should be soy sauce gone."

Holding hands was said to be like catching a rape in bed, Zhao Yufeng's face sank instantly, this man is a typical double-standard dog, he was flying colorful flags outside, and he still wanted the red flag at home: "You go."

"I don't," He Xiangyao hugged the little model's waist with a shameless face: "I'll be where you are."

"Look for that little Liu of yours, don't bother me," Zhao Yufeng became annoyed when he thought of it, "What am I?

"I hired Liu Zhe," He Xiangyao blurted out, "I never even held his hand."

"Hired?"

He Xiangyao: "..."

Zhao Yufeng raised his eyes and looked at him: "Please tell me clearly what this sentence means."

He Xiangyao was so guilty that he couldn't speak: "It's...that's what you...understand...that meaning..."

"Why hire him?"

He Xiangyao couldn't say that reason at all, he was afraid that the little model would be scared, and he was also afraid that the little model would think he was a pervert.

Zhao Yufeng didn't doubt the authenticity of these words, on the contrary, he had a different understanding, and said with uncertainty: "You think I can't do it?"

It was true in the beginning, but after getting along for a long time, He Xiangyao completely offered him up as a baby bump, but right now he couldn't think of a better reason, so he nodded slightly.

Zhao Yufeng was furious, ran to the balcony, took a clothes stick and came back to beat the man.

He Xiangyao still had a fever, his hands and feet were weak, and his reaction was slow, so he could only be beaten.

After playing for more than ten minutes, Zhao Yufeng was sweating from exhaustion, panting heavily and sat on the edge of the bed. He Xiangyao leaned over like a little daughter-in-law who did something wrong, and tentatively kissed the red ear of the little model. There was no response and continued to kiss the cheek and lips.

Zhao Yufeng slapped him away: "What are you sticking to?"

"Who am I not clinging to you?" He Xiangyao hugged him from the side: "Do you still have any conscience? I miss you so much, but you always want to drive me away."

"Then you still think I can't do it?" Zhao Yufeng didn't want to see this person for the time being. To put it mildly, he was adopted, but to put it poorly, he was just a butt seller, but the price was more expensive than others. Inferiority complex and anger mixed together, and my mind became even more chaotic: "You go back to the hospital, I want to be quiet."

He Xiangyao died of grievance: "I won't go back to the hospital, and you don't want me anyway, so just let me die of illness."

Zhao Yufeng had never seen a male god make trouble for no reason, and he was angry and felt a little cute: "Then you die of illness, and when you die, I will use your money to find other men."

He Xiangyao was about to cry: "Do you want to fuck the ass I fucked?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, get out."

Zhao Yufeng beat him again with a fork stick, and He Xiangyao was kicked out with a bruised nose and a swollen face. He didn't know why he angered the little model again. He put on a hat, sunglasses and a mask and sat down on the side of the road in a daze.

There was a middle-aged man reeking of alcohol sitting on the side of the road. The man also had a sad face. Seeing that He Xiangyao came over, he handed over a bottle of Erguotou and said, "Brother, look away."

He Xiangyao couldn't see it, he took a sip of wine, the spicy taste spread from his mouth to his stomach, tears came out instantly: "My wife hit me."

"What are you?" The middle-aged man also took a sip of wine: "My wife even kicked me out."

"He wants to find another man." He Xiangyao burst into tears: "I think I'm tired and crooked."

"My daughter-in-law thinks I'm not a man." The middle-aged man also cried out: "How can the real person compare with the film, that silly woman, always scolding me for a short time, isn't it fake for half an hour in the film?"

"It's not fake." He Xiangyao made up his sword: "I can last longer at a time."

"..."

The middle-aged man digested it and cried even harder.

He Xiangyao finished drinking the wine in the bottle in a few sips, then took a new bottle and unscrewed it: "It's been a while, my wife doesn't want me anymore."

The middle-aged man seems to have found a sliver of comfort. He is also a fallen person in the world, and it is meaningless to compare them.

He Xiangyao cried more and more fiercely. He rolled up his sleeves, showing the bruises on his arms: "My mother didn't even hit me, but he did."

Looking really miserable, the middle-aged man pushed the wine a little closer to He Xiangyao, thinking: It seems that my daughter-in-law is still pretty good, at least she doesn't hit anyone.

The two men were drunk, and after a while a woman came over and twisted the ear of the middle-aged man cursingly: "What a grown-up, you can run away from home after saying a few words, you have patience."

The middle-aged man was twisted and screamed, pointing to the soy sauce bottle lying on the ground: "No, no, how dare I come out and get some soy sauce."

The woman rolled her eyes, but her hands were still on, she picked up the soy sauce bottle and dragged the middle-aged man home: "I'm messing around all day, and I'm not afraid of being laughed at by others."

The two walked away slowly, He Xiangyao was even more worried, the little model didn't come out to look for him.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, coupled with the stimulation of alcohol, He Xiangyao actually called the police: "Officer, my wife hit me."

"Are you going to sue her for domestic violence?"

"No, I won't sue him," He Xiangyao twitched, "Can you help me bring him home, I miss him so much."

There was a moment of silence on the other side of the phone, and it returned to normal after a while: "Sir, please do not interfere with official business."

"You don't care about beating people? I pay so much tax every year, and I can't even guarantee my personal safety?"

"If you're sure you want to sue her, we'll bring a doctor over for an examination. The situation is true..."

"I won't sue him." He Xiangyao raised his voice, "I'm happy if he hits me. Can you stop him from stealing?"

"Is there any evidence? Sir, if there is conclusive evidence, you can prosecute for bigamy."

"I saw it." He Xiangyao hiccupped from crying: "He...he is holding hands with other men."

"...Sir, holding hands does not prove that your wife has stolen."

"Why not, the child should come out after holding on for a while."

The phone on the other side rang for a while, and suddenly it was replaced by a sweet female voice: "Little friend, you can't get pregnant if you hold hands. Don't call the police behind your parents' backs."

He Xiangyao: "I'm an adult, you don't care about this matter, if I don't care, I will sue you."

"Little friend, be good. Are there any adults around you? Ask them to answer the phone."

He Xiangyao was so angry that he dropped his phone: "I'm an adult."

The phone fell to pieces on the ground, He Xiangyao squatted on the ground covering his face and cried, he really knew he was wrong.