Boyfriend doesn't talk to me

Not only was he able to reap beauties, but he was also able to regain his status. Zheng Junfeng was very active. He washed it from head to toe, put on new clothes, brushed his hair, and sprayed on a little perfume. It has the meaning of hooking people.

Zhao Yufeng didn't smell the perfume, but was a little dizzy from the strong fragrance of roses. He sneezed several times and thought of the owner of this face: "You..."

"Baby, we are so familiar with each other, why don't you invite me in?"

Zhao Yufeng turned sideways to make way, he had nothing to do with this kind of acquaintance, but he thought in his heart: Obviously only once, how did he become acquainted?

Zheng Junfeng was sitting on the sofa with a big horse, and He Zhiyang started to match the two of them after busy work. He went to the kitchen and poured two glasses of juice, and then brought the dishes prepared by Zhao Yufeng to the dining table: "Old Zheng , try it, it's all made by my Brother Zhao himself."

Zhao Yufeng stared at Zheng Junfeng's face, and recalled some bits and pieces. He seemed to have been sitting in a car and was forced to watch this man kiss other people by pinching his chin. The picture was still a bit sad. This The person was pinned to the ground, surrounded by a group of muscular men, who looked like a little rabbit surrounded by wolves.

Shaking his head, Zhao Yufeng only thought that he was drunk and had a bizarre dream. After all, Zheng Junfeng didn't look like a poor kid who would be bullied.

Zheng Junfeng took a spoon to drink the soup, the delicious taste exploded in his mouth, every taste bud was trembling, his expression was exactly the same as when He Zhiyang took the first sip of the soup, he drank it in one gulp without any hesitation After finishing the soup, he took Zhao Yufeng's hand and knelt down on the ground: "Beauty, marry me."

He Zhiyang: "..." Yes, that's it, keep going, don't stop.

Zhao Yufeng tried to pull his hand back, but he didn't break free, his face froze, what was going on with his cousin taking someone home to dig his corner: "Let go first."

Zheng Junfeng: "I don't, you agree to marry me first."

"I have a man."

"I don't mind a threesome."

"I mind."

"Do you know what my family does? You have to agree to today's matter, and you have to agree if you don't agree." It was the first time in Zheng Junfeng's life that he drank such appetizing soup, and now he has no desire for Zhao Yufeng. , I just want to bind people, take them home and cook every day: "Follow me, you can mention whatever you want."

He Zhiyang kicked his little friend on the back: "Stupid, what can you say, can you threaten my sister-in-law?"

"That's not what I meant." Zheng Junfeng got up covering his waist, and then hugged Zhao Yufeng's waist: "Beauty, come home with me, I have a mouthful of food, and you have a mouthful of soup. I promise not to fight." You, scolding you, holding you in the palm of my hand every day."

This sounded like a human speech, and He Zhiyang was satisfied: "Sister-in-law, think about Lao Zheng, he is much better than my brother, he is younger and richer, and has a good temper. With me around, he wouldn't dare to steal behind your back."

The accent is easy to use, Zhao Yufeng understands the meaning of the little cousin, he feels that he has overestimated He Zhiyang's IQ, and he can't bear to reject this kind of pure kindness: "Yangyang, If you drag people away, I will pretend that this has never happened today."

"Sister-in-law, I don't, Old Zheng is really nice. Don't look at him going out every day. In fact, he has never been in a relationship. His relationship history is blank. If you are with him seriously, he will definitely take care of you."

Zhao Yufeng thought about it, and when he agreed, He Xiangyao would definitely beat the three of them to death: "I have no problem with your brother, he doesn't beat people, I'm just kidding."

"Liar, I've seen it all, sister-in-law, don't cover up for that kind of person."

Zhao Yufeng smashed the pot and said, "We made it on the bed, it's fun, do you understand?"

He Zhiyang: "..."

Zheng Junfeng squatted on the ground and hugged the beauty's thigh: "It doesn't matter if he beats someone or not, anyway, I have a crush on you, if you don't agree today, I won't leave."

Zhao Yufeng bowed his head: "A twisted melon is not sweet, if you don't leave, why stay here? Keep it for dinner or supper?"

"Yeah."

Zhao Yufeng despaired of the IQ of this one or two.

The three of them were deadlocked, the doorbell rang, breaking the awkward situation, He Zhiyang ran to open the door, and saw a strange face: "Who are you looking for?"

"Excuse me, is Zhao Yufeng here?"

"I'm here", Zhao Yufeng lowered his head in a familiar voice, "Let go, be careful that others see it."

Zheng Junfeng was also stubborn: "I don't."

"open."

"I do not."

Fu Nan pushed open the door and went in. The situation became a stalemate between the four of them. After a while, Fu Nan smiled lightly and said, "Brother Zhao, you still like to take care of children as before."

I haven't seen him for several years. The boy has changed from being dry and skinny to a mature and handsome appearance. Zhao Yufeng tried his best to ignore the people at his feet and scratched his hair: "You have grown a lot taller."

"Thanks to brother Zhao for taking care of me."

All the memories forgotten in the corner came back. Both of them used to be small models who were 180 meters away. They were assigned to the same eight-person dormitory by the company. Money, I look down on the company's small run-down house, some models will come to work, I found myself a long-term meal ticket early, so naturally I don't need to live in the company.

At that time, they were all stunned, malnourished, and their appearance was reduced to five or six.

In the beginning, the relationship between them was not good, because of family reasons, both of them were very wary of outsiders. They were in the same room, and they could hardly speak a word for ten days and a half months. Yu Feng got up in the middle of the night and went to the bathroom to hear Fu Nan secretly crying, so he couldn't help but ask a few questions out of curiosity.

Fu Nan was too young to bear it alone. He cried while hugging Zhao Yufeng and talked about his father's illness. In fact, Zhao Yufeng was still a little envious in his heart. He had never enjoyed the love of his father, nor did he love him. Father, who didn't know what family affection was like, couldn't resist lending all his living expenses to Fu Nan for medical expenses.

Later, he accompanied Fu Nan to the hospital to see his father. After paying the medical expenses, the two of them had a total of [-] cents left. However, there was more than half a month left before the company's next payment of living expenses.

Zhao Yufeng has a particularly deep memory of those days. They would get up before dawn every day to go to the vegetable market to pick up vegetable leaves that the hawkers didn’t want, and then went to the company cafeteria to buy steamed buns that cost [-] cents each. Vegetable leaves are boiled into soup, which is the food of the day.

On the day when the company paid the living expenses, Zhao Yufeng went straight to the vegetable market to buy a big piece of fat meat, boiled two bowls of snow-white lard, sprinkled a few grains of salt, the two of them ate it clean, and the remaining oil The dregs were mixed with green vegetable leaves and made into dumplings, and they were eaten clean.

Thinking back now, it almost seemed like a dream, Zhao Yufeng quickly asked Fu Nan to sit down, and felt that it was not a good time to reminisce about the old days, so he struggled hard, but he broke free.

Zheng Junfeng's eyes were glued to Fu Nan's face: "Beauty, come home with me, I will eat a mouthful of food, and you will have a mouthful of soup. I promise I won't beat you, scold you, and hold you in my palm every day." .”

He Zhiyang, Zhao Yufeng, and Fu Nan: "..."?

He Zhiyang covered Zheng Junfeng's mouth and dragged him back, lowering his voice: "What do you mean, recruiting people indiscriminately in front of my sister-in-law."

Zheng Junfeng clutched his chest: "You don't understand, I'm really in love this time."

"Go to your mother, what did you say to my sister-in-law just now?"

"Who would have predicted true love? I still like Zhao Meiren, but liking is different from love. I really fell in love with this strange little beauty."

Zhao Yufeng collapsed on the sofa exhausted, pointed to his head: "They have a little IQ, don't mind."

Fu Nan smiled gently and sat on the sofa: "It's okay."

"How is your father?"

"Gone."

"It's gone", Zhao Yufeng said it again, and suddenly stood up straight: "It's gone?"

"Not this morning."

There was not much sadness on Fu Nan's face, and Zhao Yufeng even saw the relief of finally being relieved: "Jie...sorry."

"My dad will suffer less if he goes down earlier."

"As long as you can figure it out."

Fu Nan suddenly put his arms around Zhao Yufeng's waist, and buried his face in Zhao Yufeng's shoulder: "Brother, I miss you so much."

The warm liquid soaked through the thin clothes, Zhao Yufeng was at a loss what to do, the child was still crying like before, and the pretended relaxed expression on his face almost fooled him.

Zhao Yufeng patted the big boy on the back lightly: "Good boy, I've been here all the time, I wish I could come and see anytime."

He Zhiyang was stunned: "..." Although he didn't introduce it by himself, it seemed that the final result was not bad.

Zheng Junfeng was heartbroken: "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?"

Two voices sounded at the same time, He Xiangyao's face turned livid, and he stepped over Zheng Junfeng who had fallen to the ground and walked over.

Zhao Yufeng quickly pushed Fu Nan away, hugged the male god's waist, and kissed him on his feet: "Don't make a fuss, it's just old friends meeting to catch up."

Zheng Junfeng cried: "Did you say that?" The two beauties hugged him behind their backs.

He Xiangyao didn't speak, the expression in his eyes was the same as what Zheng Junfeng said.

Zhao Yufeng brazenly put his arms around the man's forearm and acted coquettishly: "It's really reminiscing about the old days. There are so many people, what can I do?"

Zheng Junfeng still wanted to speak, but He Zhiyang covered his mouth and dragged him out of the house. He Xiangyao looked dangerously: "What do you want to do if there is no one?"

What can I do, I don't want to do anything, I just have you, Zhao Yufeng pouted: "Don't label me indiscriminately."

Fu Nan said at the right time: "Boss, I just treat Brother Zhao as my own brother."

"Ah."

"My father passed away. I came today to invite Brother Zhao to attend the funeral." Fu Nan's eyes were red, and with what he said, anyone could feel the grief.

He Xiangyao was a little embarrassed. His own father died, and it made sense to cry while hugging an acquaintance: "My condolences will change."