Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

Zhao Yufeng has a strong sense of time, he woke up before dawn, changed his clothes and took He Xiangyao out for breakfast.

There are a few stars hanging sparsely in the sky, the rain has stopped, the road is still wet, the sidewalk is in disrepair for a long time, many floor tiles have been loose, and sewage splashes everywhere when stepped on.

Zhao Yufeng accidentally stepped on a thunderbolt, and the white shoes instantly turned into black shoes. He complained dissatisfiedly: "Dirty."

He Xiangyao knelt down and wiped him clean with a wet towel: "Alright, I'll carry you on my back."

"Hee hee hee."

Zhao Yufeng liked his man's uprightness, so he happily leaned on him: "What will the elementary school students do when they see us like this when they go to school?"

"Watch it if you want, and get to know the society in advance." He Xiangyao pinched the two petals of his buttocks: "Don't move around, the soles of the shoes are dirty."

"Huh..." Zhao Yufeng deliberately rubbed a mark on the man's pants, "I just moved."

He Xiangyao's hands were a little itchy, so let's do it because he was afraid that his baby would run away from home: "Be good."

The more he talked about Zhao Yufeng, the more embarrassing he became, and his whole body was thumping non-stop. He Xiangyao's fingers slowly slid down, touched the place through his trousers, and slowly rubbed it.

Zhao Yufeng seemed to be fixed by the Dinghaishen needle, his whole body was stiff, and then his face flushed red: "Move away."

"Is there still trouble?"

"No trouble."

"Kiss one."

Zhao Yufeng pouted obediently, kissed the man on the left cheek, and then on the right cheek: "Okay, move away quickly, the pants hurt so much."

The sweatpants are made of pure cotton, and the fabric is very soft, but He Xiangyao believed it when he heard the little model cry out, and carried him into the alley next to him for an "injury check".

How could Zhao Yufeng be willing? In this kind of place where people come and go, there may be cameras somewhere. If they are photographed, the two of them will immediately make headlines: "Don't, you are shameless, I want more."

"Just look, do nothing."

"Heh, do you believe this yourself? When did you say that you can't get in? It's true?"

"This time it's real." He Xiangyao thought of some scenes that needed to be mosaiced and became distracted: "Good boy, no one will come."

The two argued for a while, Zhao Yufeng's coat was unbuttoned, the large V-neck sweater was pulled askew, and one snow-white round shoulder was exposed.

He Xiangyao supported that smooth shoulder and kissed. A seven or eight-year-old elementary school student stood at the other end of the alley and said timidly: "Uncle, can you make a way if you kiss enough? I'm going to be late."

He Xiangyao was so ashamed to be stared at by those clear little eyes, Zhao Yufeng also felt a little bit in his heart: It's over, I have taught the children badly.

The two fled with their clothes in their arms. Poor He Xiangyao was frightened and softened, and he didn't know if he could "get up" next time.

Zhao Yufeng couldn't help but murmur: "I told you not to mess around, don't mess around, you just don't believe me."

He Xiangyao listened to the training with his head drooped, like a big dog who did something wrong.

"What night did you have to be in such a hurry because of you?"

He Xiangyao whispered aggrievedly: "Every night, I never get enough."

"Touch your own conscience," Zhao Yufeng said angrily, "I've been tossed and fainted so many times, isn't it enough?"

"Be good, be good, don't get angry, I just said it casually", He Xiangyao thought to himself: It's because your health is too poor, so I didn't faint.

Zhao Yufeng thought about it until he was thirsty, so he stood still and refused to move.

Seeing that the destination was on the opposite side of the flyover, the little model refused to leave, so He Xiangyao could only coax him softly: "Why, are you tired?"

"Thirsty, sore feet."

"Then I'm going to buy soy milk, are you waiting for me here?"

"No."

"I'll carry you over there?"

"No."

"What should I do?"

Zhao Yufeng used to squeeze the bus in the morning and evening rush hours, and never complained that he was tired after a three-hour stop. Now some people feel distressed, as delicate as if made of soft tofu, and can't stand the wind and rain: "Hug."

"Okay, hug, hug." He Xiangyao picked him up like a child: "Hold the baby to the kindergarten."

"I sue you for molesting a child."

He Xiang: "...then I will carry out the charges now."

After breakfast, Zhao Yufeng wiped his mouth and prepared to go straight to Zheng Junfeng's house, but He Xiangyao wanted to follow, but was stopped.

"What are you going for?"

He Xiangyao said cheekily, "Help move things."

"Nonsense, go back and hang the water, I will go by myself."

He Xiangyao resisted passively, did not speak, and followed step by step.

Zhao Yufeng looked up at him: "Don't you want to pass it?"

"No."

"Are you listening to me?"

He Xiangyao: "...listen."

"Go back and hang the water."

"No", He Xiangyao put his arms around him: "I'm worried about you going out alone."

"I don't worry about you running around while you're sick." Zhao Yufeng softened his tone: "Go back and wait for me, take the medicine, sleep again, and I'll be back when I wake up."

He Xiangyao reluctantly agreed: "Hurry up, or let Xiao Jia take you there."

"Trouble, how convenient it is to take a taxi there."

He Xiangyao watched too much social news, and saw that every driver looked like a perverted murderer. When he saw him off, he took out his mobile phone to take the license plate, and even recorded a video of the driver.

The driver was baffled, and Zhao Yufeng babbled: "Master, we are doing a show now, I hope you can cooperate."

The driver really believed it: "Tell me earlier, I should have a hairstyle this morning, can you delete it and retake it?"

"Sorry, the photographer has already sent the video back to the company."

"Wait a minute, I'll scratch my hair, how can I take pictures in the car later?" The driver suddenly realized as he spoke, "You should take a camera with you, like the ones brought by reporters during unannounced visits?"

After all the reasons were found, Zhao Yufeng borrowed the slope to get off the donkey: "Yes, master, you have to drive steadily, otherwise the camera will shake."

The driver made an ok gesture, and when the two got into the car, he started to hit the accelerator, and the car shot out like an arrow off the string.

Zhao Yufeng slammed into the back with a bang due to inertia: "Master, take it easy."

The driver shook his hair: "Dude, wasn't my hair-shaking pose handsome just now, did you take a picture of it?"

Zhao Yufeng: "...it's taken."

After finally getting out of the car, the driver even turned Zhao Yufeng to take a photo of him with a concave shape. Zhao Yufeng took a photo of him with his mobile phone, and added a filter to p it.

The driver was very satisfied, and charged half of the fare, and gave Zhao Yufeng the Xi×Lang jelly that the two sons hadn't finished eating: "Remember to help me be more handsome."

Zhao Yufeng felt his conscience hurt a little, so he let out a haha ​​and got out of the car to send a text message to Boss He: Don't drag strangers to videotape next time.

He Xiangyao leaned on the chair and was drowsy. He heard the ringtone of the little model's exclusive mobile phone. After reading it, he replied with a hmm, but he thought in his heart: Unless you will only take my car in the future.

Zhao Yufeng knew what He Xiangyao was thinking when he looked at the word "um", he pursed his lips and smiled, put the phone in his pocket and walked forward.

The area around the villa was very quiet. The auntie who used to cook in the sun in the yard had gone somewhere, and Zheng Junfeng’s voice was not heard. Zhao Yufeng stood still and knocked on the door: "Is anyone there?"

The door opened from the inside, and Fu Nan was wearing a plush pajamas, holding a plate of freshly baked cranberry cookies, smiling all over his face: "Brother, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"You're so good, there are delicious ones waiting for me." Zhao Yufeng stretched out his hand and squeezed a piece: "Is Lao Zheng at home, come to make a mahjong appointment."

"He's not here, he went back to the ancestral house with Zheng Hui."

"Oh, are you alone?"

"Yes, it's just me." Fu Nan pulled Zhao Yufeng into the house and locked the door behind him: "Why didn't your guy come with you?"

"Him? He's hanging water in the hospital."

"Well, brother, I want to tell you something."

"Say it, it's already so ripe, what else is there to say?" The cookies were still steaming, and the sweet and sour taste of cranberries combined with the rich milky fragrance spread in Zhao Yufeng's mouth. His face was full of biscuit crumbs: "Whoever marries you will surely die of happiness."

"Would you like to be that happy person?"

Fu Nan peeled the apple without raising his head, the blade was shining under the fluorescent lamp, Zhao Yufeng felt that he must have heard wrong: "I'll go upstairs to get things first."

"Wait." Fu Nan took a bite of the apple, and gently put the fruit knife on the tea table: "You haven't answered my question yet."

"Don't know how to answer?" Fu Nan tilted his head with a naive and innocent expression: "Think slowly, I'm not in a hurry."

Zhao Yufeng stepped back step by step until there was no way to retreat, and his back was completely against the wall: "Stop joking."

"I'm not kidding," Fu Nan put his hands in his trouser pockets, and slowly approached, "Would you like to date me? I've already saved more than 3000 million. Although it's not as good as yours, I can take care of our daily life." Expenses are still not asked."

"Old Zheng is upstairs, right?" Zhao Yufeng craned his neck to look around: "Are you guys playing truth or dare?"

"No."

The last trace of illusion was shattered, and Zhao Yufeng's intestines were green with regret: "Nannan, we know each other so well, rabbits don't eat grass beside their nests, this reason..."

"I don't understand." Fu Nan took out a neatly folded white handkerchief: "This color matches your skin tone very well."

Zhao Yufeng swallowed his saliva and shrank back, moved less than two centimeters before being pushed to the ground, Zheng Junfeng gently covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief: "Hey, sleep well."