mandatory agreement

Lu Zheng's expression was blank for a moment, as if he was extremely sad, but he managed to force a smile.

"If you want a child, I'd love to be another father," he said.

"Sorry." Zhou Xing avoided his gaze, he was afraid of seeing sadness in Lu Zheng's eyes.

"Have you encountered any difficulties? I can help you." Lu Zheng's voice was gentle but firm, almost giving Zhou Xing the illusion that he could solve it.

But that was a huge sum of money. What face and qualifications did Zhou Xing have to ask Lu Zheng for help and ask him to help pay for it?

Zhou Xing knew in his heart that it was impossible for him to pay back in his whole life.

"I don't need your help." Zhou Xing's face was pale, but his eyes were firm. "This is my own decision. Don't interfere."

"That man, the man you want to have sex with and have a baby with, do you like him?" Lu Zheng's voice was very soft, full of sadness, and it sounded like he was about to cry in a second.

"...I like him very much." Zhou Xing made up his mind and said it.

"You like him, but you slept with me." Lu Zheng stared at Zhou Xing, and raised his body a little bit, "What do you think of me as an object to satisfy your physical desire?"

"Perhaps, you only asked me to practice in order to serve him well?"

Lu Zheng's mocking words provoked Zhou Xing to raise his hand. He wanted to slap him, but his hand was raised high, but it fell gently.

Zhou Xing wiped the water from the corners of Lu Zheng's eyes, and he asked, "Why are you crying?"

Lu Zheng didn't answer this question, he avoided Zhou Xing's hand, lay on his side, looked up at the light-colored ceiling above his head.

"I seem to really like you."

"We've only met a few times," Zhou Xing listened to the words in his ears, and wanted to see him, but didn't dare to. "How much do you like it?"

"I don't know how much I like it. I just think that one day, I can start a family with you and raise a child. It will be a very pleasant thing."

Zhou Xing was stunned, he heard a lot of likes from this sentence.

"You rest, I'm leaving first."

Lu Zheng got off the bed slowly and left the room, Zhou Xing watched him leave, feeling inexplicably sad.

--

"What has Wei Ze been doing lately?"

"Having fun."

"Ok?"

"He made money, lost love, and indulged in dances and alcohol."

"What did you do again?"

"I didn't do anything and I'm afraid you're going to format me."

Lu Zheng laughed, clearly, teasingly, and evilly.

He said: "Go and help Wei Ze find a lover, otherwise, he will be too lonely."

"Okay, sir."

Lu Zheng tore off the mask casually, opened a drawer, took out a pack of cigarettes from it, took out one, held it in his mouth and lit it, the smoke diffused slowly, he took a deep breath, randomly pulled out a cigarette, and extinguished it up.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Lu Zheng took the handkerchief from the robotic arm and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Is two weeks enough?"

"Enough, sir."

--

During lunch, Zhou Xing received the lunch and medicine from the mechanical arm, and he tentatively called out: "Sara."

"It's me, Mr. Zhou." Sara's voice sounded in the room, and Zhou Xing pulled up the quilt uncomfortably.

"I just came here, so you don't have to worry." Sara's voice became brisk, "I'm not human, so you don't have to be shy."

"Sara—" Zhou Xing's face turned into an apple.

"Okay, okay," Sara cut into the boy's teasing voice, "It's really great that you can be with Mr. Lu Zheng."

"I'm not with him." Zhou Xing retorted softly.

"Oh."

"He's a nice guy."

"Oh."

Zhou Xing sighed, picked up his job bowl, and couldn't help but ask, "Has Lu Zheng eaten?"

"Not yet, he looks a little sad."

Zhou Xing lowered his head and said, "This is my problem."

"Lu Zheng is often sad, it has nothing to do with you."

"Why did he do this?" Zhou Xing asked this question and bit the tip of his tongue again - he shouldn't have asked.

"I'm just an artificial intelligence, and I don't understand the owner's thoughts. Maybe he is lonely."

"lonely?"

"Well, yes, that guy has no family, and his friends take advantage of him. He's not in good health, and he has a bad personality. Of course he will be lonely."

"he……"

"Master is calling me, Mr. Zhou, remember to take medicine after you eat."

Sara disappeared quickly. Zhou Xing stared at the food for a while, took out the bracelet, and opened the message box of Lu Zheng: "You have to eat on time."

"Well, yes." Lu Zheng also replied to the message almost instantly. He thought for a while and added, "May I visit you later?"

"Yes." Zhou Xing scratched his hair, and added in a strange way, "Is there any dessert in the kitchen?"

"Yes, I'll bring some up."

So on this warm afternoon, Lu Zheng and Zhou Xing lay together on a soft bed, the air was filled with the aroma of freshly baked dim sum.

The two picked safety issues and chatted relaxedly and comfortably. Maybe the atmosphere was too good, or Lu Zheng seemed too docile and harmless. Zhou Xing chatted and fell asleep again.

Lu Zheng took off his mask, leaned over, kissed him on the face, and said, "You are mine."

Zhou Xing didn't sleep as peacefully as he had imagined. He seemed to have entered a fairy tale, laughing and laughing all the way, but at the end, a red apple appeared in front of him.

This apple is poisonous, I cannot eat it.

With that in mind, he took a step back.

But Wei Ze suddenly appeared, tearful and disgusting.

"If you don't eat this apple, I'm going to die," Weiser said.

Zhou Xing shook his head, he said: "I have done enough for you."

The next moment, Wei Ze rushed over, holding the apple in his hand, and wanted to stuff it directly into Zhou Xing's mouth.

Zhou Xing struggled desperately, the scene in front of him kept becoming blurred, and then he woke up.

He woke up, opened his eyes, turned his head, and saw the wonderful Mr. Lu Zheng.

His heart became sour again - he found that he seemed a little bit infatuated with this man.