Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

After finally getting out of the tight encirclement, He Xiangyao's face completely darkened, and he patted Zhao Yufeng's buttocks: "Go home and clean you up."

Zhao Yufeng felt guilty: "You said you wouldn't hit me."

"Do not hit."

"That's good."

"Confiscate your mobile phone and tablet, reflect on yourself, and write an [-]-word self-criticism."

It's better to let me die, thinking so in my heart, Zhao Yufeng didn't dare to say it, and when he returned to the villa, he was locked in the study by the man, Zhao Yufeng pouted: "Man god, you are very unreasonable."

He Xiangyao opened the door and handed in a pile of A4 paper and a few pens: "What are you talking about?"

"I didn't say anything." Zhao Yufeng made a zip movement around his mouth: "Write again tomorrow, okay? I'm so sleepy."

Without any sign of repentance, He Xiangyao slammed the door shut, and after a while, a voice came from outside the door: "Find me in the bedroom after writing."

Just write, Zhao Yufeng flipped through the paper, counted, ten sheets in total, three words sorry, one sheet for each word, nine sheets for three times, and a period at the end, perfect.

After finishing writing in two or three strokes, Zhao Yufeng suddenly remembered that the male god originally forbade him to enter the study room, but he might have forgotten it today. Could it be that there is some little secret in the room?

He bent down, looked left and right, there was nothing but paper and file bags, no vibrating balls, and no electric sticks.

The dust in the corner was still a bit heavy. Zhao Yufeng coughed a few times, picked up the paper, opened the door, and walked back to the bedroom with his feet: "Boss, boss, you dropped something."

He Xiangyao put the document aside: "What?"

"A pretty boy who can cook."

"Come here", He Xiangyao was amused, and hooked his fingers: "Have you finished the review?"

Zhao Yufeng boldly handed over the review, and there was only the clear sound of paper flipping in the room.After a while, He Xiangyao patted his thigh, and Zhao Yufeng hurriedly sat on it.

"The handwriting is really ugly."

"It's okay, but I have pretty hands."

He Xiangyao pinched the little model's fingers and kissed: "It's average."

Talking nonsense, it's obviously very beautiful, who is hugging each other every day.

"If you don't take it as an example, if you are naughty, you will break the gateway and the little black house."

"Oh", Zhao Yufeng hugged the male god's neck: "I'm so sleepy, I'm still drunk."

"To take a bath."

After taking a quick battle bath, Zhao Yufeng climbed back on the bed, He Xiangyao felt some small drops of water, got out of bed, went to the bathroom and came back with a dry towel, wrapped it around the little model's head and wiped it.

Zhao Yufeng was really sleepy, and he didn't mind being wiped like a dog's fur. He yawned, squirmed and lay down. He Xiangyao lifted the quilt, hugged him in his arms, kissed him, and fell asleep.

Because the male god promised to kick his love rival out of the house today, Zhao Yufeng got up early in the morning with excitement, buttoned up his pajamas that fell down to his belly button, and went downstairs to cook.

Fang Dong and Fang Jian were also in the kitchen, and they were still counting on cooking to gain favor, so they naturally didn't have a good face for people who suddenly appeared to grab jobs.Zhao Yufeng returned the two of their supercilious glances, and brought two bowls of pickled pepper shredded pork noodles to the table.

As soon as He Xiangyao reached the stairs, he had an ominous premonition. When he took a closer look, the three of them sat on both sides of the dining table, and the breakfast was also divided into two piles: "You..."

Fang Dong turned his head and saw He Xiangyao, his brows and eyes widened immediately: "Boss, I made breakfast, let's try it."

Zhao Yufeng patted the stool next to him, and He Xiangyao walked past the twin brothers knowingly: "What are you eating, baby?"

"Noodles", Zhao Yufeng brought another bowl of noodles in front of the man: "Do you want to eat?"

"eat."

He Xiangyao is not very good at eating spicy food, and when he swallowed the noodles, the tip of his nose was soaked in sweat. Zhao Yufeng felt relieved when he saw that his lips were red from the heat, "Do you still remember what you promised me last night?"

I remember, I remember, He Xiangyao just couldn't open his mouth. After all, he called the person back in person. He sent it back after not using it once. How embarrassing.

Zhao Yufeng picked up a piece of Chaotian pepper and stuffed it into the male god's mouth: "You don't believe what you say..."

He Xiangyao was about to burst into tears, swallowed the chili peppers wholeheartedly, and reluctantly refused the milk that Fang Dong handed over: "You guys go away later."

Fang Dong's hand holding the milk froze in mid-air, Fang Jian was calmer: "Boss, we know."

I know what the hell, Fang Dong wanted to scold people very much, these days he completely stepped his face into the mud, and in the end he got this result.

He Xiangyao took a sip of the orange juice that Zhao Yufeng handed over to him: "Director Wang is going to start filming "A Tale of Two Dragons" next month, and you all are ready to prepare."

Fang Jian's eyes lit up, he stopped eating, took Fang Dong's job and went into the kitchen: "Thank you boss."

Fang Dong who hadn't finished eating: "..."

The twins packed up their things and left. Zhao Yufeng was in a sunny mood, and went to the kitchen to get a bowl of tomato and egg noodles: "Boss, if you don't like spicy food, don't eat it. Change to this."

"Okay", He Xiangyao slumped on the chair, thinking: there will be new gossip in the company soon, so many people are staring at him, and knowing that there is a powerful one in his family, he can calm down a bit in the future.

Zhao Yufeng consciously took on the responsibility of being the head of the house. After eating, he actively helped the male god button his suit and tie, and finally gave the male god a wave on his face: "Go early and come back early."

He Xiangyao grabbed his arm, hugged him into his arms, and kissed him for a while: "Well, if you have nothing to do at noon, come to the company to have dinner with me."

Okay, okay, thinking so in his heart, Zhao Yufeng still had to be reserved: "It's not good for others to see."

"There's nothing wrong with it. I'll ask the driver to take you off at noon."

Sitting in the car, He Xiangyao was immediately confused: what's wrong with me, it's not enough to look at this face every day when I go home, why should I let him go to the company again.But the little model is really cute, she's cute when she loses her temper, she's cute when she's acting like a baby, she's even cuter when she pouts and wants to be kissed, she's so cute, ah, she's going crazy, she's really going crazy.

As the car drove away, Zhao Yufeng thought that he was fine anyway, so why not clean up, when Wang Qiankun came, Zhao Yufeng had just finished cleaning the toilet, and when he heard the doorbell ring, he wrapped himself in an apron and went to open the door.

Seeing Zhao Yufeng's attire, Wang Qiankun's expression was a bit indescribable. He had already defeated the twins to become the queen of the palace. Why did he dress like this: "Xiao Zhao, I want to ask you one thing."

"Brother Wang, tell me," Zhao Yufeng is able to stand here because of Wang Qiankun, who was the one who took him home when he was cornered and almost starved to death on the street.

"The third male in "A Tale of Two Dragons" hasn't been decided yet, can you tell the boss to let Fu Nan take over."

"My words may not be effective." Zhao Yufeng really couldn't figure out his position in the heart of the male god: "I'll talk about it at noon, I don't know if it will succeed or not."

"Do your best to obey the destiny. It's not easy for Fu Nan's child. His father has serious uremia and needs money urgently. Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked you for this."

Wang Qiankun said it nicely, but he was mainly for himself. He has been muddled for more than ten years, and none of his subordinates can do anything. Finally, when he met Fu Nan, he was forced to rush, threw the bottom line, and was willing to do anything. You have to work hard and work harder, as long as you can successfully sneak into the crew, and then sleep with the investors, you don't have to worry about not being able to join the show.

"Okay, Brother Wang, I'll do my best." Zhao Yufeng felt uncomfortable. He once lived in the same company dormitory as Fu Nan, so he knew more or less about his family's affairs. He couldn't help himself. A handful.

"Yeah, I'm going back first. You keep busy. By the way, I accepted an advertisement for men's underwear yesterday. The salary is not bad. You should think about it."

No one would think that money is too much. Zhao Yufeng thought that the swelling of the little red bean had subsided, and the marks on his body should be covered with concealer, so he nodded immediately: "Shoot, what time?"

"Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock in the studio, Zhou Yun also has a spot under his hand, but you, Xiao Zhao... Hehe... It's different now... That kid can only admit that you are cowardly, that's it, I'll go first ", after walking a few steps, Wang Qiankun turned his head again: "Hey, don't close the door in a hurry, I almost forgot about this thing."

"what?"

Wang Qiankun showed a smile that everyone understood: "Good thing, wipe it on the back, it will be tender and smooth."

Zhao Yufeng quickly took it and put it in his pocket: "Hey, Brother Wang, remember me next time you have something good."

"That's necessary, I'm leaving, work hard."

Zhao Yufeng touched the small bottle in his pocket, and ran upstairs to take a shower and change clothes. Today is a good day, and it is indeed time to celebrate.

When he went downstairs, Zhao Yufeng was completely different from the house-cooking husband at the beginning. His hair was pulled back, the big V-neck was opened to the collarbone, there were only a few straps on the back, and the ripped jeans were ripped from the thigh to the calf. Fortunately, the coat is relatively long, covering from the neck to the knees.

When He Xiangyao saw people entering the office, his expression was relatively normal, but when he locked the door, pulled the curtains, and took off his coat, his expression changed.The little model was half-bent, and from He Xiangyao's angle, he could just see a large expanse of fair skin on his chest: "Is it cold? I'll turn the temperature up a little higher."

"Not cold", Zhao Yufeng blinked: "Don't touch here today, I will take a photo tomorrow morning."

He Xiangyao's body was already on fire, but his mind was still clear: "Didn't you say you won't shoot last time?"

Zhao Yufeng took out the small bottle, unscrewed the cap, and poured it into the male god's hand: "I'm bored after staying at home for a long time, so just let me take pictures, okay?"

At this time, it is natural that the little model can say anything, and He Xiangyao smelled the oil in the palm of his hand, and the fragrance became hotter: "Why did you change it today?"

"The ones at home are used up, this is a gift from Wang Qiankun."

He Xiangyao was very satisfied: "Not bad, quite slippery.

The steamed bun core opened slightly, and He Xiangyao said seriously, "Drinking a glass of milk before lunch is good for your health."

Zhao Yufeng drank a full stomach of milk, and Yingdi He was afraid that he would spit it out, so he added a small stopper before carrying him to the company restaurant.