boyfriend shameless

Chapter 1

What's happening here?

A movie about the island country was playing on the computer screen, and the sound that made people blush and heartbeat was like a hormonal stimulator, giving birth to the most fundamental desires of human nature.

The doorbell rang again.

This is the second time the doorbell has rung.

The hour hand on the wall pointing to 1 o'clock reflected the penetrating white light under the moonlight, always reminding that it is midnight.

At this point, which bastard came to his house, and he happened to be in such a mess...

The enthusiasm was instantly extinguished softly, Gong Jiang turned off the monitor, hurriedly dealt with the troublesome matter, wiped her hands and walked towards the door.

Outside the rusty cat's eye is a completely different world.The cold wind is like a sharp blade, taking the heaven and the earth as fish, chopping and messing up the ground. The visiting man just stuck in the cold night, with his hands in the pockets of his black woolen jacket, standing motionless in front of the door, as if frozen. Became a statue of ice.

The man is very tall, so tall that he needs to stand a few steps away to allow the cat's eyes to accommodate his height.

However, it was a completely unfamiliar face.

A tall stranger visiting in the middle of the night, wearing a black coat...

The cerebral cortex issued a warning: "The comer is not good."

As if mocking the man's overreach in making troubles in cold weather, Gong Jiang took a breath of the heater into her palm, turned on the heater in the bedroom, and slowly fell down on the bed, enjoying the sweet dream of the high bed and soft pillow.

that man?To hell with him.

The sound of the alarm clock in the morning violently drilled into the brain, annihilating the active sleep cells in one fell swoop, Gong Jiang struggled on the bed for a while under the dark circles of lack of sleep, rolled down, and picked up the messy hair loss on the ground , Throw it into the trash can, take out the steamed buns and milk from the refrigerator, heat them in the microwave, and then move to the bathroom to wash.

Weekday mornings start with breakfast and a newspaper.In this era of advanced information, he is still a loyal pursuer of paper media. Network software such as "app" described in foreign languages ​​is his class enemy of the old-timers. He has never used these trendy gadgets. The Tencent software I use is still because of work needs, and I am forced to learn it to catch ducks on the shelves.

He twisted the inflexible door lock with difficulty, opened the door familiarly, and prepared to take his favorite newspaper.

However, a behemoth fell at his feet.

"What the hell?" He was startled.

The man who knocked on the door in the middle of the night seemed to have condensed into an eternal ice sculpture. He followed the opened door straight and fell to the ground. A thin layer of frost formed on his eyelashes. He was motionless as if he was dead. .

The air was mixed with blade-like icicles, and even his breath was tingling with a chill that pierced his lungs. This man sat in the cold night all night and didn't leave?

Realizing that she had committed a terrible crime, Gong Jiang immediately squatted down to feel the man's breathing and check his temperature.

Oh, still alive, but this appearance is probably no different from half-dead.

He must have been punished by God for blasphemy and blasphemy by failing to enter the Guanyin Temple three times this year when he was offering incense with his model.

He brought the man into the house half-embraced and half-dragged, and put him on the bed.

The man didn't wake up, whether it was because he was frozen or he was in a deep sleep, his breathing was even, his complexion was normal, and there were no signs of life-threatening.

Gong Jiang wrapped the man tightly in a quilt, and when the temperature returned, she untied the man's heavy clothes, used hot water to wipe the man's face and body, and then turned on the heater to let the man's body temperature and physical condition return to normal.

The man was still sleeping like an immortal dead man, Gong Jiang dragged and tugged, not only did not wake him up, but made him fall into a warm and cozy pillow.

Gong Jiang helplessly rummaged through the man's belongings, and found the man's ID card from the wallet that was flattened to only a few coins.

Feng Ying, 17 years old, from other provinces.

He's actually underage, this little bastard, didn't his parents tell him that it's a crime to knock on other people's doors in the middle of the night and disturb their interest?

Gong Jiang can't love the future flowers of the motherland. In the modeling industry, minors are like sand, but adults are like gold in sand, valuable and precious.

The danger signal of "I'm going to be late for the meeting" suddenly exploded in my mind, Gong Jiang put on her suit like a war, took away the few cash in the cash drawer, and left a note reminding that there is breakfast in the microwave, just in case, by the way He took away Feng Ying's ID card, and helped him tuck up the quilt that had slipped off before leaving.

He took a taxi and rushed to the brokerage company.

On the way, he received a furious call from the minister, and his anger almost sprayed on his face through the receiver: "Your model is causing a fucking trouble again, and all the complaint calls are coming to me, hurry up and solve it for me!"

Here we go again, how many times this month?The new little model seems to want to bring out the characteristics of the rebellious period to the extreme, causing troubles all day long, suing the boss, and not stopping, if it is not because of the fact that he is the nephew of the company's major shareholder, the company Swept his mother into the trash can.

The cause of the matter is very simple, but the intricate relationship is constantly being cut and messed up.

The little model was rear-ended by a car.

It was a Lexus that was knocked upside down. The owner seemed to tell the world that his sports car was expensive. The body was sprayed with a layer of oily golden paint, which was shiny and shiny. Unfortunately, the paint was peeled off. The dark background color is exposed, and the scenery of showing off wealth is completely shattered.

What's more unfortunate is that the owner of the car is the boss of a first-tier brand in China, and his network of relationships spreads all over the world. This collision with a small model will offend half of the fashion circle.

He bent his straight waist, lowered his dignified head, advanced the compensation that was not equal to his salary, apologized, made a sad sacrifice to maintain the little model as much as he could, and then took all the cash he brought out from the rented house, please The boss had a big meal and poured half a bottle of white wine into his stomach to smooth out the boss's frowning.Gong Jiang sent the boss away with a low eyebrow. He felt that it was a miracle that he could still stay awake. His dignity and wallet were empty, and the only thing full was the pungent alcohol in his belly.

The little model went back with a contemptuous face of "Anyway, my uncle will lose money to the boss, so you don't need to meddle in it". Gong Jiang exhaustedly took out the cigarette case, lit a cigarette, and a wisp of smoke dispersed in the air Open, troubles seem to dissipate along with it.

Model agent, this profession is very beautiful, with many contacts, great contacts, and endless financial resources. You can get real money if you grab it, and you will be handsome and beautiful in your arms. Listen, how foreign and awesome... Bah, they are all fucking It's a deceptive thing, it's a vanity description touting first-line agents, only the agents who live at the bottom know the world's difference between the first-line and the bottom-begging others for favors for resources in a low voice, nodding and bowing to invite guests to accompany drinks, and you have to Serve the uncle's model, wipe buttocks, and do chores.

Tired, tired from the bottom of my heart.Every day he spends a lot of youth and time wandering among these bastards, and he has to praise them with a smiling face like a flower. Sometimes he really wants to rip off the mocking faces of those people and ruin the formation of class status. discrimination system.

He dragged his footsteps dragged down by alcohol, and staggered back home.After inserting the key into the keyhole, he remembered that there was another uninvited guest at home.

As the door opened, he pressed the light switch.

After the incandescent lamp flickered for a moment, the light filled the hall.

Then he saw the person curled up on the sofa, like a poor little puppy abandoned by someone, alone, looking forward with melancholy eyes, confused and unable to find a direction, only countless expectations supporting his thin body, Waiting to regain care.

Gong Jiang's heart suddenly softened, no matter how hard-hearted she is, it can't match the human nature of sympathizing with the weak.The wall clock on the wall showed that it was already 11 o'clock in the evening, and there were only five small divisions away from the next day. If he went out for a day, it was equivalent to shutting down someone else's house for a day.

Frozen all night and locked up for a day, this sin is a hundred thousand kowtows to the Buddha, which is not enough to atone for the sin.

Gong Jiang asked while changing her shoes, "Have you eaten?"

Feng Ying shook his head, as if condemning someone's immoral behavior of indifference, he yawned big, and reminded someone with practical actions: "It's getting late, I've been hungry all day."

"There are vegetables in the refrigerator, rice in the rice bucket, why don't you cook..." Gong Jiang's voice was choked up, and her sharp eyes walked around Feng Ying, and she recognized five first-tier global brands, Clothes, trousers, scarves, watches, socks are so luxurious that they almost don't have the brand of "I am the second generation rich" on their foreheads.

The rich second generation cooks?Don't even think about it, it's not bad if you didn't let you feed him with food.

"Wait a minute, I'll make it for you." Gong Jiang drank a cup of hot sugar water, washed her face, and waited for most of the wine to evaporate before opening the refrigerator to get the ingredients, "Are there any taboos?"

Feng Ying shook his head.

It was too late, and rice was not easy to digest, so Gong Jiang cut up the beef and was going to give him a bowl of beef and egg flower clear soup noodles.

The faint smell of wine mixed with the fragrance of noodles awakened the hungry taste, Feng Ying finally said the first sentence since entering the door: "Have you been drinking?"

The old range hood made an overwhelmed scream, sounding like a bomb that would explode at any time. This dilapidated rented house has a history of 30 years of vicissitudes, and the range hood has lived with the old house for 30 years. It can be regarded as still working It was a miracle.

The heavy smoke from the lampblack covered Feng Ying's voice, but Gong Jiang didn't hear it.

Feng Ying simply climbed off the sofa, walked to the kitchen door, and repeated.

Gong Jiang didn't look back.

So Feng Ying walked to the closest distance to Gong Jiang, and asked in a low voice, "Have you been drinking?"

The voice seemed to pass quietly in the softest part of the heart, leaving behind a tenderness, and Gong Jiang's hand holding the spatula froze.It's a pity that the sound is dry and hoarse, no different from gravel rubbing on sandpaper, obviously lacking moisture.

"You didn't drink water?" Gong Jiang turned her head, only to find that Feng Ying was only a few millimeters away from him. Feng Ying was very tall, even half a head taller than him who was 183cm tall. This close posture was like hugging him.Gong Jiang took a small step back, and said cautiously, "What are you doing so close?"

"It's far away from you, you can't hear it."

Gong Jiang trembled imperceptibly, but when she heard the next sentence, she returned to normal.

"The range hood is too loud." Feng Ying yawned and tapped on the hard-working range hood, "Thank you, brother range hood."

Brother Range Hood responded to him with a more rude sound.

Gong Jiang turned off the fire and went to pour a glass of water for Feng Ying: "Your voice is hoarse, why don't you pour water..." He suddenly realized something, opened the microwave oven and saw that the steamed buns and milk were placed intact In place, untouched.

Ignoring Gong Jiang's questioning eyes, Feng Ying pointed his fingers seriously, and listed the reasons why he didn't eat or drink: "I haven't eaten your food, that's your breakfast, and I will owe you a favor if I eat it." , and then you have to help you wash the dishes, disinfect, dry them, and put them back on the dish rack, ah, it’s so troublesome, I’m so lazy, I don’t want to do it. Sure enough, my parents said that if you go to someone’s house as a guest, don’t move around without the owner’s consent , Eating other people’s food indiscriminately is justified.”

"..." What nonsense, isn't it just to express that you are educated and don't eat other people's food?Why is it linked to the word "lazy"?He also spoke with great relish, as if he had really comprehended the philosophy of life and realized the great principles of human nature.

Gong Jiang deeply suspects that she is old, and the generation gap with the kid is so long that it can't see the end and can't touch the edge.

He quickly blocked Feng Ying's mouth that wanted to continue discussing the truth of life with water.

This little kid looked quite quiet on the surface, but when he opened his mouth, he gurgled words like a rice bag with a leak.

Gong Jiang turned her head and continued to cook noodles, Feng Ying moistened her throat, and leaned over reluctantly, almost sticking to Gong Jiang's back.

"I said, what are you doing?" Gong Jiang is really not used to having a human heater attached to her back, and wanted to escape, but because of her posture, her whole body was equivalent to being locked in the arms of a brat, unless she got into the pot, she would Jump out of the boiling hot water, otherwise there is no way to go.

Feng Ying yawned, and lazily stroked the hair on the back of his head: "Look at you cooking noodles. It smells so good, it tastes like home."

Gong Jiang's fingertips trembled, home?Such a simple bowl of noodles is equated with the taste of home. A little kid is just a kid. He has too little experience, and he doesn’t know the warmth and warmth of the world. Family is the most complicated and difficult thing in the world. A collection of contradictions and emotions.

While eating the noodles, Feng Ying talked about the history in an eloquent manner while chewing the slippery noodles.

Arguing with family members, running away from home, coming here to work for a living, seeing the news that Gong Jiang is looking for a roommate to rent, and rushing over, because I have no money to ride a car, so I can only rely on walking, so I knocked on Gong Jiang's door in the middle of the night .Look, what a bloody plot was staged so vividly.

Only one sentence popped out of Gong Jiang's mind: Secondary school is a disease, which can be cured.

The author has something to say:

Feng Ying: "Ah, it's so troublesome, why do I have to read the food guide for this article."

Author: "Recite as long as you are told, and don't complain."

Feng Ying: "It's so troublesome, you have to hug Xiaojiang for me, so I can read it for you."

Author: "Give it, give it to you if you want to hug or explode."

Feng Ying: "Then I read it. First, this article is about feelings, and the plots are all for feelings, just like Xiao Jiang is serving me..."

Author: "Pig mouth, I didn't ask you to add the last sentence."

Feng Ying: "Oh, second, Xiao Jiang is older than me, so we are younger, but don't worry, he is not as old as me."

Author: "...Mud, no drama is allowed."

Feng Ying: "Thirdly, due to indescribable reasons, the author's code words will inevitably have typos, so she needs young readers with sharp eyes to help catch bugs, and those who catch bugs will be rewarded with red envelopes... Ah, the author, you Why are you as lazy as me, but you will not be as happy as me, after all, you are single."

Author: "... Believe it or not, I will pinch you."

Feng Ying: "Huh? You strangled me, who is going to feed you dog food? The next fourth, according to the author, is the key point, but I think it is not as important as the second issue, ah, never mind , Let me tell you, the author is single, so she is very lonely, and needs a lot of dog abuse comments to comfort her empty, empty soul. Young readers can post more comments such as 'Mommada' and 'Papapa', Satisfy her desire to be abused."

Author: "... Get out!"