Do you have a boyfriend

When Lu Zhao stood up straight, Song Chuman backed away from the side, silently walked around behind him, and helped him tie his apron belt.

It would be a lie to say that he didn't notice at all, Lu Zhao's eyes were so focused that Song Chuman almost thought he was going to kiss him...

He quickly got rid of this thought from his mind, tied up his belt and prepared to go out: "Then you are busy, call me if you need anything."

Lu Zhao refused to let Mianmian into the kitchen, and Song Chuman closed the door behind him when he left.

He hardly has to do anything, and there are free accommodation and meals. If he really wants to stay with Lu Zhao for a few more days, Song Chuman feels that he can't prostitute for nothing.

He thought of several ways of compensation, such as cleaning, laundry, etc., and finally decided that giving money directly was the best.

Lu Zhao made roasted chicken with potatoes, eggplant with minced meat, and a chicken soup, which was just the right amount for the two of them.

Song Chuman went to serve the rice first, and then poured a glass of water for Lu Zhao: "Thanks for your hard work."

Lu Zhao took it with a smile: "It's not hard."

The apron he took off was draped casually on the back of the chair behind him, and he was wearing only a sweater, picking up vegetables slowly, his movements were gentle and quiet, and tainted with fireworks.

Song Chuman cleared his throat: "I can't eat and live for free, and I can't help you here, or I can pay you the rent directly..."

"I don't accept it."

Lu Zhao picked up the empty bowl next to it, filled a bowl of soup and pushed it in front of Song Chuman: "I don't need money from you, I don't need any reward, you can live in peace of mind without any psychological burden."

Song Chuman was quiet for a moment when he heard the words: "You mean, you want me to be a thick-skinned person?"

Lu Zhao also filled himself with soup, raised his eyes to meet his gaze, and said bluntly, "I want you to accept my kindness to you calmly."

Song Chuman couldn't answer these words.

Lu Zhao was indeed very kind to him. From the first meeting, he treated him with gentleness and kindness. He didn't force him at all in his illness, and then he cared and helped him in life.

Now they are at least friends, right?Is it normal to be nice to a friend, or is it a doctor's care for a patient?

Or just... like yourself.

Song Chuman tightened his palms and asked out loud, "Why?"

"Have a taste of the soup? It shouldn't be hot anymore," Lu Zhao reminded, and picked up some food for him. "Eat obediently first, and I'll tell you when you're done."

After the meal, Song Chuman still took care of washing the dishes and tidying up the kitchen. After all, he worked extra hard in someone else's house, and wiped the table carefully three times.

After he finished tidying up, Lu Zhaoren was not in the living room, he was pawing at the door of the study to get in.

Song Chuman approached and picked it up, just as Lu Zhao opened the door.

"Come in?" He stood at the door, "Today is Saturday, you don't need to go to the hospital."

Mianmian went in with Song Chuman, with the cat in his arms, he was much more relaxed than before.

There is a small tea table and two single sofas in the study. He and Lu Zhao sat down facing each other. Lu Zhao didn't take any paper and pen, as if they were just chatting casually.

"Let's talk about your condition today."

Song Chuman became visibly nervous, and Lu Zhao comforted him, "Don't be afraid, don't talk about the past."

There were paper cups and a water dispenser in the room, and he got up to pour water and added a small sugar cube for coffee.

"Talk about your boyfriend?"

Song Chuman was stunned for a moment, then took the paper cup.

He doesn't want to talk about it either.

After chatting with Tong Yihang last time, he started not to think about it on purpose, and didn't take the initiative to contact his "boyfriend".

Coupled with the appearance of Lu Zhao during this period and other things that happened, most of the time, he knew that he was in the real world.

It's like a person who is obsessed with obsession suddenly has an epiphany.

The boyfriend in his mind is just an illusion that he imagined to accompany him in a lonely state.

As for why he didn't want to talk about it...he didn't want Lu Zhao to know.

Song Chuman couldn't guess whether Lu Zhao liked him or not, and he didn't dare to think deeply about it, nor could he guess how he felt about Lu Zhao.

But I just didn't want him to know that because I was lonely, I had fantasized about a boyfriend.

It sounded like he was very unloved, very... lonely.

Song Chuman immediately refused: "Can I change the subject?"

He often refused to answer questions like this, and Lu Zhao was usually used to him. Song Chuman subconsciously thought that Lu Zhao would agree, but this time Lu Zhao said, "No."

"Didn't you say that you can't eat and live for free?" Lu Zhao didn't let go at all, "This is the reward I need."

Song Chuman didn't expect him to do this, and was stunned: "Then, I'll leave right away...?"

The corner of Lu Zhao's mouth pressed down a little: "No."

He even hugged Mianmian away: "I don't have a good attitude, you are not allowed to pet the cat."

"..."

It seems that this is the first time that Lu Zhao has been so tough on him. Song Chuman insisted, "Okay."

Lu Zhao squeezed the soft meat pad: "Have you called your boyfriend in the past two days?"

Song Chuman replied: "...Yes."

"He knows you're with me?"

"know."

"You haven't been together for a long time. Does he know about your condition?"

Song Chuman hesitated for a moment: "I know."

Lu Zhao paused: "Chuman, Dr. Zhao also asked you some questions about your lover before."

Song Chuman nodded: "Yes, yes."

"In this matter, have you lied to Dr. Zhao and me?"

Song Chuman's scalp began to tingle again.

When Zhao Qi didn't leave, he didn't realize that he was ill. Although he always resisted to answer, it shouldn't be considered a lie.

As for Lu Zhao, he had it more than once.

Song Chuman's expression said everything, Lu Zhao said softly, "What is it?"

He added: "It's okay, I won't blame you."

Having been discovered by him, Song Chuman couldn't deny it anymore, and thought for a while: "The last time we went to the Lantern Festival together, I said later that I wanted to call my boyfriend..."

"Ah."

"I lied to you, just because there were too many people at that time, I was very annoyed, and wanted to go home alone."

Lu Zhao seemed to believe it, but he really didn't say anything: "Is there any more?"

Song Chuman shook his head: "Not anymore."

"Okay," Lu Zhao asked another matter, "Dr. Zhao also said, have you ever shown him a picture of your boyfriend?"

Zhao Qi specifically pointed out that he didn't see the photo clearly at all, and Song Chuman only glanced in front of him.

Song Chuman remembered this and was vaguely embarrassed: "Yes."

"May I see it?"

Of course Song Chuman refused: "I... accidentally deleted it last time."

The person in the photo was only twelve or thirteen years old. After seeing it, Lu Zhao would definitely ask more questions. The more he answered, the easier it was for him to reveal his secrets.

"Really?" Lu Zhao tapped his fingertips on the armrest of the sofa, "Only that one?"

Having said all this, Song Chuman could only continue to say, "Yes, I don't like saving photos in my phone."

He thought that Lu Zhao would let it go, but he didn't expect Lu Zhao to stand up and walk to him: "Then give me the phone and check it."

"..." Song Chuman covered the pocket where the phone was placed, "You..."

Lu Zhao looked down and raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

"No," Song Chuman was a little flustered. Lu Zhao couldn't talk at all today, and he unconsciously felt aggrieved, "I've said so much, why do you still do this?"

Being looked at by these eyes like this, Lu Zhao felt that he was beginning to waver as expected.

He bent down, Song Chuman thought he was about to reach out to grab him, pushed him away and wanted to leave the study, but before he could take half a step, his wrist was tightly grasped.

"Chuman," Lu Zhao said softly, "What are you afraid of?"

Is it subconsciously unwilling to accept the truth, or is there some other reason?

In the end, Lu Zhao decided to let him go today.

But he didn't let go of Song Chuman's wrist, and squeezed it gently in the palm of his hand: "Next time, I won't be soft-hearted to you."

The author has something to say: Really, Mr. Lu