Do you have a boyfriend

Early the next morning, Song Chuman woke up.

The window in the room was half open, and the morning wind was blowing in. He looked at the exquisite lamps above, and almost thought he was still dreaming.

Consciousness gradually came back, and Song Chuman sat up "chuckled" and looked around.

His memory stays in Lu Zhao hugging him last night, and then... what?

Some very vague clips appeared, and Song Chuman seemed to be sleepy when he remembered that he was on the sofa. It seemed that Lu Zhao brought him back to the room.

He slept well last night, without any dreams.

Song Chuman lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and opened the door.

There was a small low table by the door, on which were brand new toothbrushes and cups, and fluffy towels.

There was a slight movement from the direction of the dining room. He went there with something, but the door of the kitchen was closed tightly. It should be that Lu Zhao was making breakfast inside.

Song Chuman quickly went to the bathroom to wash up and came out. Lu Zhao took two bowls of wontons and beckoned him to have dinner.

"There's chili oil and vinegar here, add it yourself." Lu Zhao didn't wear glasses, and untied his apron.

Song Chuman had never seen Lu Zhao like this before, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"What?" Lu Zhao sat down opposite, with his sleeves still rolled up, showing a section of his forearm, reaching for a bottle of vinegar, "Don't you like to eat wontons?"

"I'm not picky about food." Song Chuman lowered his head and tasted one, which was filled with shredded shrimp. The soup was delicious and rich. He couldn't help but ask, "Did you make all this yourself?"

Lu Zhao replied, "Well, this is very simple."

Song Chuman usually cooks by himself, but the taste is mediocre, barely edible.

In contrast, Lu Zhao is almost perfect in every way, with a good personality, good looks, good family background and knowledge, and he is so good at cooking.

Mianmian jumped onto the dining table, smelling the two bowls, Lu Zhao hugged it down: "By the way, your phone is charging in the living room, so it should not have been flooded."

Song Chuman left the mobile phone in the bathroom yesterday and forgot to take it out. Hearing this, he remembered that he had also left his wet clothes in the bathroom.

Song Chuman wanted to take it out right away, but Lu Zhao stopped him: "Don't you want to eat?"

"my clothes……"

"It's been washed," Lu Zhao said with a natural expression, "it's drying."

Song Chuman: "..."

Then his close-fitting clothes, isn't it also...

Lu Zhao didn't think there was anything wrong, and raised his head: "Eat quickly, let it cool down later."

"……Um"

Song Chuman's ears were a little red, his expression was slightly awkward, and his usual coldness faded a lot.

Lu Zhao looked at him for a while, and then remembered how he was sleeping peacefully in his arms last night, unguarded.

After breakfast, Song Chuman asked to wash the dishes, but Lu Zhao didn't stop him.

Lu Zhao had to go to the hospital in the morning. He straightened his coat and said to Song Chuman, "Will your uncle still look for you?"

Song Chuman was picking up his mobile phone and turning it on, he paused: "It should."

"Then stay a few more days? If you don't want to go out," Lu Zhao suggested, "There is a small park downstairs, where you can take a walk."

Song Chuman hesitated: "This is too much trouble for you, I can go to the hotel..."

"Actually," Lu Zhao took a step closer, and said slowly, "I'm more at ease if you stay here."

Song Chuman couldn't answer for a while, Lu Zhao looked at the mobile phone in his hand: "Quickly see if anyone has contacted you?"

There were several text messages lying in the phone, which were sent by Cao Yuan last night, and Song Chuman immediately deleted them with a glance.

Tong Yihang also sent him a WeChat message, asking what he was doing.

Lu Zhao vaguely saw the screen interface, and asked aloud, "Boyfriend?"

This sentence fell into Song Chuman's ears. He was inexplicably surprised. He put down his phone and lied on purpose: "Well, yes."

The smile on Lu Zhao's face seemed to fade a bit, and he replied, "Then I'll go first, and you can call him to report his safety."

He bent down and touched Mianmian's head, then turned and went out with his things.

After he left, Song Chuman was the only one left in the family.

He reopened WeChat and sent a message to Tong Yihang.

[An]: I'm at Lu Zhao's house.

Tong Yihang didn't reply, he was probably sleeping.

He put away his mobile phone, found tools and cleaned the living room and dining room, then sat on the sofa with Mian Mian and watched TV.

Lu Zhao saw all his actions clearly on the surveillance screen.

Song Chuman only replied one message after he left, and then he hung up on several calls, and finally seemed to turn off the phone directly.

It doesn't look like I've been in touch with my boyfriend at all.

**

When it was almost noon, Lu Zhao received a new email.

At the same time a phone call came and he picked it up.

"Mr. Lu, I have found out what you ordered last time," the voice on the other end of the phone respectfully said, "It's been too long, and it took a lot of time to find the person from back then, please forgive me..."

Lu Zhao had already opened the email and was reading it. The more he scrolled down, the colder his expression became.

He didn't speak, and the person in charge thought he was dissatisfied, so he said cautiously: "Lu... President Lu?"

After a while, he heard Lu Zhao say, "Give me Cao Yuan's phone number."

Seeing that Cao Yuan finally found Song Chuman, he let him run away again. He was so angry that he beat up the two people who met Song Chuman yesterday.

Angry is angry, people still have to look for them, but the people who have been guarding the community told Cao Yuan that Song Chuman never went back at all.

Cao Yuan arranged for people to watch the surrounding hotels and even the station, but found nothing all morning.

Song Chuman must have been vigilant this time, if he wanted to find him again, it would be like finding a needle in a haystack.

When Cao Qiyun learned about this, he had already called several times, but Cao Yuan dared not answer.

The company was also urging him, Cao Yuan smoked half a pack of cigarettes, thinking about how to lure Song Chuman out.

Just when he was in a hurry, a strange phone call came.

Cao Yuan was not in the mood to pick it up, so he threw it to his subordinates to dismiss him. After listening to a few words, his subordinates changed their expressions.

He seemed to be in disbelief, and hurriedly pressed the microphone and ran over: "Cao, Mr. Cao, someone from the Lu Group said that he wanted to talk to you about business..."

"Lu family? Which Lu family?" Cao Yuan put out his cigarette butt, suddenly excited, "The one from City D?"

**

Lu Zhao came back on time at noon, carrying some fresh dishes bought from the supermarket.

Song Chuman thought that he would eat in the hospital at noon, touched the tip of his nose, and stepped forward to take what was in his hand.

He had never had the experience of waiting for someone to come back at home, and his movements were a little stiff. Lu Zhao didn't move, and said softly, "Let me do it."

After he finished speaking, he went to the kitchen and put the things away one by one.

For some reason, Song Chuman felt that Lu Zhao seemed to be in a bad mood, but he couldn't see much when he looked carefully.

Lu Zhao took a few things out of the refrigerator and asked Song Chuman who was standing at the door, "How about having eggplant and chicken for lunch?"

His tone was so natural that Song Chuman was stunned for a moment before replying, "I can do it."

He was embarrassed to let Lu Zhao do it alone, so he went into the kitchen to help.

Lu Zhao was about to peel potatoes, without raising his head: "Go to the living room and wait."

Song Chuman squatted down: "I...I can help you peel the skin, or cook the rice."

"No, I'll just come."

Before Song Chuman left, Lu Zhao stopped his movements and looked up at him.

There was no expression on his face, but when he looked at Song Chuman, he became soft, and at the same time, there were some inexplicable emotions.

Lu Zhao said, "Then help me get the apron here."

The apron was hanging by the wall at the door, Song Chuman took it off and turned it back, Lu Zhao stood up and opened his arms, motioning for Song Chuman to help him put it on.

He had potatoes and a paring knife in his hand, which was really inconvenient.

Song Chuman helped Lu Zhao put on the apron by the hanging neck, and was about to turn to tie the belt behind his back.

Lu Zhao lowered his head and suddenly called him, "Chu Man."

"Huh?" Song Chuman looked up.

I want to hug him, coax him and kiss him again.

The love and desire in Lu Zhao's eyes hardly concealed, and it didn't matter whether Song Chuman could see it or not.

It's a pity that he was holding something in his hand, Lu Zhao stood up straight: "It's okay."

The author has something to say: Sorry for being late or2, starting from the next chapter, it will be updated at 10 pm