Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

"Me?" Zhao Yufeng cried out in fright: "I'm not thirsty, I don't want to drink orange juice."

"But I want to drink." Fu Nan held his wrist firmly, peeling off the gauze gently but not refusing: "Don't make me angry."

Zhao Yufeng wailed loudly, hiccupping while crying, snot and tears streaming down his face.

Crying so hard, Fu Nan couldn't make a move for a while, he frowned and hugged him helplessly: "Okay, okay, I'm so afraid of pain, I won't cut it, don't cry."

Zhao Yufeng smeared all the snot and tears onto Fu Nan's chest. He hiccupped and pursed his mouth: "It hurts."

"I really can't do anything about you." Fu Nan kissed his wrist, and wrapped the gauze again: "Since you don't want to drink water, then do something else. Show me new clothes, okay?"

Wearing clothes will not lose a piece of flesh, no matter how you think about it, it is better than bloodletting, Zhao Yufeng agreed without hesitation, and he didn't know that he was still too naive until he saw the clothes.

A collarbone chain with a pearl pendant, a pink sling and a black A-line skirt just past the thigh, looks so girly no matter how you look at it.

Zhao Yufeng hugged his clothes and Fu Nan took a sip of orange juice: "Don't you like it?"

"like."

Zhao Yufeng went into the bathroom to change his clothes with a mournful face. When he came out, he felt cold in his crotch, without a sense of security. He rubbed his arms and sneezed: "Is it all right?"

Fu Nan lay reclined on the sofa, touched the remote control to increase the temperature in the room: "Go and change another set."

Zhao Yufeng changed into a long silk skirt with an open back. The skirt was so thin that it felt like he hadn't worn it. He stood in embarrassment, a little at a loss.

Fu Nan came over with a long black coat, helped him put it on, and hugged him completely from behind: "Let's make dessert."

Zhao Yufeng was shaking unbearably. He accidentally dropped some eggshells into the bowl when he was beating the eggs. Fu Nan took the chopsticks and picked them out bit by bit. His eyes were red and he looked like he was about to cry again. Showing a smile: "Are you so scared? I don't know how to eat people."

"I... I'm not afraid", Zhao Yufeng wiped away tears: "The wind has blown into my eyes."

"I really hate other people lying." Fu Nan rested his chin on Zhao Yufeng's shoulder: "A liar will swallow a thousand needles."

Zhao Yufeng's legs were so weak that he was about to fall to the ground, Fu Nan pulled him back into his arms: "Just kidding, I was scared again."

Fu Nan hummed a little tune. He held Zhao Yufeng's hand and put the baking tray into the oven, and then went to get a black plastic bag out with a mysterious face: "Guess what I bought for you?"

Zhao Yufeng didn't believe that this person could buy any good things, probably because there was something bad in his stomach, he hesitated and couldn't tell.

Fu Nan hugged him and sat on the sofa, opened the bag: "Snacks, do you like it?"

The snacks are all Zhao Yufeng’s favorite, and there are all kinds of them. He Xiangyao thinks that eating too much junk food is not good, and he always likes to hold him back. If the person in front of him is changed, he may jump three feet high with joy: "Hi... like it."

"So nice."

Fu Nan opened a bag of potato chips and fed a piece to Zhao Yufeng's lips. Zhao Yufeng opened his mouth to swallow it, and those two fingers also took the opportunity to get into his mouth.

Fu Nan put his other hand into the coat, through the back opening of the skirt, and stroked the slender waist: "I'm shaking all the time, brother, you are so cute, like a little hamster."

Seeing that the hand was about to reach the triangle area, Zhao Yufeng finally couldn't help it, and slapped Fu Nan on the face: "Are you fucking sick?"

"Yes, I am sick."

Fu Nan's eyes were red. He dragged Zhao Yufeng by the hair and dragged him to the kitchen. He kicked open the wooden door in the corner. Outside the wooden door was a rushing river. will splash into the house.

Zhao Yufeng choked on the ashes that fell from the wooden door and coughed. He even had the illusion that his scalp had been ripped off, and he was pushed into the water again before he could catch his breath.

Muddy sewage poured in from all directions, he struggled desperately, wanted to inhale, but all he inhaled was sewage, a large amount of water entered his stomach, the stomach pouch was swollen to the limit, he became numb and struggling The strength gradually decreased.

His stomach was very distended, but Zhao Yufeng felt no pain at all. He lost control of his body, his hands and feet were limp and unable to use his strength, but his consciousness was unprecedentedly clear. He knew that he was in the water, and he also knew that he was about to die. There was no fear, no sadness, just a calm acceptance of the fact.

He was dying, in the stinking ditch.

His tense nerves were slowly relieved, and he felt like a water plant floating in the river. The originally terrifying water flow became more friendly. He tried to open his eyes, but the muddy sewage blocked his sight. A hazy white halo can be seen.

The halo became brighter and brighter, and he felt himself rising slowly, and then suddenly there was noise all around.

Zhao Yufeng's ears were buzzing, and he curled up on the concrete floor, coughing so hard.

Fu Nan hugged him in his arms, and gently patted him on the back: "You have to be more obedient, and more obedient."

After coughing for an unknown amount of time, Zhao Yufeng's breathing finally became unobstructed. He lay limp and stared blankly at the sky.

The sky is already dark, the stars show their faces from the clouds, the moon exudes a soft halo, and the evening wind with water vapor blows along the water surface into the distance.

Fu Nan wiped off the sewage on Zhao Yufeng's body with a soft towel, and half hugged and half hugged him to the cabinet: "Let's make dinner together."

The two of them were very close together, as if they were lovers in love. Fu Nan wrapped Zhao Yufeng's hand, and led him to chop vegetables, light the fire, and stir fry together.

The room was slowly filled with the aroma of food, Zhao Yufeng was carried to the bathroom, Fu Nan gently held his face: "Hey, take a bath by yourself, change into a new set of clothes, and then come out to eat."

The bathroom door was ajar, and the hot water slowly rose. Zhao Yufeng's skin was reddened by the steam. He watched the hot water overflow the edge of the bathtub, and raised his hand to turn off the water.

There was still a lingering earthy smell in his nose and mouth, and the strong nausea prompted him to lie on the edge of the bathtub and vomit, scratching his throat. After a while, there was a puddle of yellow-brown sewage on the ground.

There is a lot of activity outside the bathroom.

Fu Nan went out and brought back a puppy with a bow tie. The puppy was very lively and active. Its tail, which was not as long as a little finger, kept wagging, and its pink tongue stick out and forgot to take it back.

Fu Nan held the dog in one hand and put all the snacks on the coffee table into the drawer, spread out the tablecloth with gorgeous patterns, and hummed a melodious tune in a good mood.

Seeing Zhao Yufeng coming out in his pajamas, he conveniently turned off the only light in the bedroom.

The candlestick on the coffee table was still on, and the flickering flames cast a faint yellow halo on Fu Nan's face. He held up the puppies and showed big smiles: "Surprise."

The little dog was very greedy, looking at the food on the table, he kept drooling, Zhao Yufeng's heart softened for a moment, and he couldn't help but take the dog over.

Fu Nan was even happier, and sat down with his arms around Zhao Yufeng's shoulders. The puppy obediently lay in Zhao Yufeng's arms, with his front legs holding Zhao Yufeng's arms, and his dark eyes stared blankly at him. Looking at the meat on the plate, he whimpered softly and begged for food.

Fu Nan pinched a piece of ribs and fed it to the puppy: "What name shall we give it?"

"It's all right." Zhao Yufeng had a sore throat and his voice was hoarse. He frowned uncomfortably: "You choose."

"Follow your surname Zhao, okay? It's called Erbao."

"Ah."

Fu Nan suddenly became talkative, most of the time he was the one talking, and Zhao Yufeng listened quietly while hugging the dog.

The hour hand on the wall slowly moved to 22 o'clock, the food on the table became cold, and the fat solidified.

Fu Nan took a sip of water, went to the kitchen again and ordered a bowl of noodles for Zhao Yufeng: "You're hungry, eat this."

Zhao Yufeng ate silently, wiped his mouth halfway through eating, and put the puppy beside him.The little dog kicked his hind legs hard, and buried half of his head in the basin.

Fu Nan supported his chin with one hand, and looked at Zhao Yufeng's face with a gentle expression.

Zhao Yufeng felt uncomfortable being stared at. He looked at the clock on the wall: "Aren't you going back tonight?"

"I won't go back." Fu Nan's tone sounded like a wayward child coquettishly saying, "I want to sleep with you."

Zhao Yufeng became silent, and the room became quiet. Fu Nan lay down on Zhao Yufeng's lap: "Just this once, okay?"

"If you don't speak, I will take it as your acquiescence."

Fu Nan hugged Zhao Yufeng to bed in a hurry, and the puppy was also carried up together, the movement was too big, it was shaken and rolled from Zhao Yufeng's arms into the bedding.

The soft and fluffy quilt completely submerged it, and the puppy turned around a few times in a daze, shook his head vigorously, and then began to bite the quilt to play.

Fu Nan hugged the person in his arms tightly, turned on the TV, and discussed the program with Zhao Yufeng like an old couple.

Zhao Yufeng was submerged for too long, his mind was still confused, and his reaction was very slow. Mental exhaustion and physical exhaustion surged up together, and he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes.

Fu Nan gently placed a kiss on his forehead: "Hey, go to sleep if you're sleepy."

Zhao Yufeng woke up when the sky was just turning pale. He felt his face was warm, and he reached out to touch a little furry buttock. The puppy was sleeping soundly, with four short legs swaying randomly.

Fu Nan still maintained the original posture, didn't sleep all night, and didn't show much fatigue at this time: "Good morning."

The panic in Zhao Yufeng's heart quickly suppressed the joy of touching the pup, he turned his head and did not speak.

Fu Nan leaned close to his ear, and kissed the delicate earlobe vaguely: "I may not be able to accompany you in the future."

"What do you mean?"

Fu Nan smiled slightly, stopped talking, and took a pure metal stainless steel knife to peel the fruit.

The apple was peeled into the shape of a bunny, and Fu Nan wiped the juice off the knife slowly: "I really want to wake up in the same bed with you every day."

The anti-theft door was suddenly kicked, and Fu Nan sighed: "It's really disappointing, brother, I know I can't keep you, but you will definitely be remembered forever in the future."

He put the fruit knife in Zhao Yufeng's palm, held Zhao Yufeng's hand and inserted the knife into his chest, and warm blood sprayed onto Zhao Yufeng's face.

He Xiangyao broke in with a large group of people, Zhao Yufeng sat in a pool of blood at a loss, and said blankly: "I killed someone."

The author has something to say: What about my comments? Why are the comments dead? Every day you are arguing about abusing Lao He, and you pretend to be dead when Lao He goes offline.