Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

After waking up from sleep, He Xiangyao felt refreshed, his fever subsided, and his head ached no more. He rolled around the baby in his arms, and kissed him a few times vigorously.

Zhao Yufeng's eyes opened a small slit, and he glanced at Boss He and continued to sleep. He exhausted too much energy and was really sleepy.

He Xiangyao leaned close to the little model's ear: "I think about it."

Hearing this, Zhao Yufeng's chrysanthemum tightened, and He Xiangyao was pinched and snorted: "Just once, baby."

"Didn't go out last night?" Zhao Yufeng felt that the bottom was slippery, full of dried and undried liquid, very uncomfortable: "It's so dirty."

He Xiangyao: "..."

Feeling comfortable yesterday, He Xiangyao didn't care about his daughter-in-law's temper tantrum, carried him into the bathroom, washed him carefully, and gave him a good morning shot.

Zhao Yufeng's legs were as soft as noodles. No matter how many times he experienced it, he couldn't get used to the feeling of He Xiangyao reaching in and digging out those things.

Warm water is the most relaxing. Zhao Yufeng squinted his eyes and let out a long breath, and took another deep breath.

The bubble bath ball in the bathtub was newly bought, and it smelled very strong of strawberry milk. When Zhao Yufeng smelled his arm, it was so fragrant that he wanted to take a few bites.

He Xiangyao hugged him from behind, and gently gnawed on his shoulder: "Baby, you are so slippery."

Zhao Yufeng shrank his neck from itching: "Don't bother, stretch your head over here, and I'll wash it for you."

Ever since the conflict started, He Xiangyao hadn't taken care of himself much. His beard was growing out, his hair was messy and greasy, and he really didn't look very good.

Zhao Yufeng turned around to face the man, raised his hand and pressed Boss He's head down, He Xiangyao bowed like a shrimp, very aggrieved, he thought: This is not like this baby before, it has changed, it has really changed, and Fierce and vicious, not gentle at all.

Zhao Yufeng squeezed a large ball of shampoo into the palm of his hand, rubbed out bubbles, and then smeared it on the male god's head. He carefully washed it from the neck to the roots of the ears and then to the top of the head. After washing, he suddenly found that the touch was not right. : "Don't move, wait a minute."

After wiping off the foam, the man was bald with a spot the size of two coins above his left ear.

The skin of the scalp has not seen the sun for a long time, and it is much whiter than the neck and ears, which looks particularly conspicuous.

Shampoo flowed down his forehead into He Xiangyao's eyes, and he closed his eyes tightly in discomfort, but still kept bending over: "Are you ready?"

"OK OK."

Zhao Yufeng's voice was flustered, he hurriedly rinsed off the male god, and picked up the razor to help him shave.

He Xiangyao knew something was wrong just by looking at his expression, but he didn't dare to open his mouth with the knife on his chin, so he could only hold back, and after finally getting all the rules, he hugged his little baby and kissed: "What's the matter?"

Zhao Yufeng was very bad at lying, so he pursed his lips and said truthfully, "Boss, you're bald."

He Xiangyao: "... Huh?"

"Not much, just a small piece." Zhao Yufeng was afraid that the man would be hit, so he hurriedly comforted him: "You are so handsome, even if you shave your head, you will look good."

He Xiangyao was not comforted at all, he was completely stunned by the thunderbolt from the blue sky, he stretched out his hand to touch, the bald scalp was very soft and tender.

Zhao Yufeng leaned over, put his legs around the man's waist and whispered, "I don't dislike it."

"Really?"

"real."

"Let me do it once and I'll believe you."

Zhao Yufeng: "..."

Both of them were covered with foam, which was slippery, and the thing was very easy to squeeze in. Zhao Yufeng let out a small exclamation, and clung tightly to the man's shoulders, watching the water waves constantly swaying and swaying.

The waves of water hitting the walls of the bathtub were higher and higher, and by the time the tossing was over, there was only half of the water in the bathtub left. He Xiangyao rinsed the little model with one hand, and he didn't see the appearance of being sick at all.

Zhao Yufeng was so tired that he couldn't open his eyes, and lay lazily on the man's shoulder: "I'm hungry."

"What to eat?"

"Soup dumplings."

He Xiangyao put the little model back on the bed, and sent someone out to buy it. He waited for the soup dumplings to come back, and Zhao Yufeng fell asleep again, even snoring.

He Xiangyao stretched out his hand and pinched his nose, the snoring stopped, he let go, and the snoring continued.

Zhao Yufeng was woken up, squinted his eyes and shrank under the quilt, and said coquettishly, "Don't mess with me, I'm so sleepy."

"Hey, eat before going to sleep."

The little model still refused to open his eyes, so He Xiangyao had no choice but to pick up the person together with the quilt, put the soup bag between them to cool down, and then feed it: "Baby, open your mouth."

The food was fed to his mouth, and Zhao Yufeng ate it reflexively. He ate slowly, and the soup flowed around turbulently.

He Xiangyao was very patient. After feeding, he twisted out a hot towel and wiped the little model's mouth and face. After cleaning, he took nail clippers from the bedside table to cut his nails.

Zhao Yufeng's hands and feet were fleshy, and there were little fat little dimples on them. He Xiangyao was pinching those little dimples while helping him cut his nails. The feet were kissed a few times.

As soon as Mother He opened the door, she saw her son kissing the feet of a beautiful little boy like an idiot.

He Xiangyao froze: "Mom, why didn't you knock on the door when you came in?"

The door slammed shut.

Mother He felt that today's matter was unreal, so she waited for a while before knocking on the door again: "Can I come in?"

"Wait a minute." He Xiangyao hurriedly stuffed the hands and feet of the little model into the bedding: "It's fine."

Looking at the scene in the house, the expression on Mother He's face was a bit indescribable, countless words came to her mouth, and finally she only said one sentence: "Just be happy."

Zhao Yufeng nestled in the arms of the male god, only revealing the top of his dark hair. He didn't feel nervous at all, and fell asleep faintly, and talked in his sleep: "Radish stewed beef."

"Okay, let's have radish stewed beef for dinner." He Xiangyao gently kissed the little model's forehead: "Is there anything else you want to eat?"

Seeing this scene with her own eyes, Mother He finally confirmed the fact that her son is an idiot, and said in a daze, "I have time to do a comprehensive examination, I'll go back first."

It doesn't matter if you follow the doctor who came, or if you don't go, and stand still for a while, then bite the bullet and say: "Young Master He, when can you have a checkup?"

When the little model was awake, He Xiangyao really couldn't bear to part, so he managed to spare some time while he was asleep now: "Now, wait a minute."

The doctor moved very quickly, and the examination was completed in less than 10 minutes. He Xiangyao's fever had subsided, and the sequelae of the concussion were also gradually subsiding. The overall condition was still good. He blushed and hesitated: "I... …on my head…”

He Xiangyao couldn't say the word bald, so he simply pulled his hair off for the doctor to see.

The doctor was shocked, his face was full of colors, and the idol also had these problems: "It's okay, it may be caused by too much pressure, take a good rest, drink plenty of hot water, and it will grow out soon."

He Xiangyao knew why the pressure was too great. He thought of the days when he didn't think about food and didn't want to sleep all night, and looked at the people sleeping soundly on the bed. He felt that it was really not easy.

Zhao Yufeng turned over, kicked the quilt, the upper half leaked out, the clothes rolled up to his chest at some point, and his white and tender belly was completely exposed to the air.

He Xiangyao walked back in two or three steps, wrapped the person in the quilt, and looked at the doctor. The doctor looked away in embarrassment: "This young master eats a bit too much, and he is prone to flatulence. You'd better chew a few Jianweixiaoshi tablets."

He Xiangyao: "..."

After the doctor left, He Xiangyao also got into bed and continued to sleep. After sleeping until evening, the two managed to miss lunch.

The phone on the bedside table was buzzing and vibrating, Zhao Yufeng rubbed his eyes and reached out to touch it.

He Xiangyao hugged him tightly from behind, groping irregularly: "Who is it?"

Zhao Yufeng yawned, and two small teardrops came out from the corners of his eyes: "Fu Nan."

I don't know what is the reason for the call at this time, Zhao Yufeng connected: "Hello."

"where did you go?"

The voice on the other side was very urgent, and Zhao Yufeng woke up instantly: "I... I... went back..."

"Are you reconciled?"

Fu Nan couldn't suppress the anger in his chest, he bit his lower lip until blood oozes out: "You still have your things at home, come back sometime and get them."

"Okay", Zhao Yufeng is not a wasteful character, the toothpaste and toothbrushes in the guest room that have just been unpacked are not reused and can only be thrown away: "Don't throw them away, I will come tomorrow morning."

"Okay, come after ten."

Zhao Yufeng didn't think much about it, he just thought it was the young man who wanted to sleep in: "Well, bye."

He Xiangyao couldn't understand the little model talking to other men, but the atmosphere between the two had just eased, and he didn't want to quarrel again, so he quietly retracted into the quilt to cover the little thing.

Zhao Yufeng almost called out, and hung up the phone in a hurry: "What are you doing?"

He Xiangyao had something in his mouth and couldn't speak clearly: "Cake (fuck) mud (you)."

Zhao Yufeng felt that his waist, which had finally recuperated for a period of time, was going to be overloaded with work again.

Maybe it's because the quilt is too soft, maybe it's because the smell of shampoo is too sweet, maybe it's because the weather is just right today.

The two fired the first shot of the evening, the second shot, and the third shot, and Zhao Yufeng pissed out at the end of the shot.

After a hearty battle for three hundred rounds, He Xiangyao went out to eat supper with his little daughter-in-law in his arms, and when he came back, he went to the doctor to get a few boxes of stomach-invigorating and Xiaoshi tablets.

Zhao Yufeng leaned in the man's arms, chewing Jianweixiaoshi tablets like jelly beans, while He Xiangyao worked tirelessly on the human body phone holder, watching "Beautiful Times Zero" with the little model.

It was raining lightly outside the house, and the cold wind poured in from the window. Zhao Yufeng leaned on the elastic human cushion, drank warm black tea, watched his favorite TV series, and leaned against the person he liked. .