Do you have a boyfriend

Song Chuman was leaning against the bookcase with his back, and Lu Zhao was still holding his hand, standing in front of him with a sense of presence.

What do you mean you won't be soft-hearted to him next time?

Song Chuman withdrew his hand little by little, and murmured, "Softhearted?"

"What?" Lu Zhao didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing." Song Chuman quietly put his hands behind his back and glanced at him quickly: "I know the purpose of your asking this, but it's not necessary."

"You know?" Lu Zhao's mouth curled up slightly, and he asked, "Then why isn't it necessary?"

"You, you and Dr. Zhao," Song Chuman paused, "I suspect that my boyfriend is just a fantasy, right?"

Lu Zhao was surprised when he said it so bluntly.

In the past, when Song Chuman was unwilling to speak up, he always reacted violently, and he was caught in his own emotions and couldn't escape.

Now he can bring up his condition without changing his face, which is a bit abnormal.

Lu Zhao asked Song Chuman to sit down on the sofa again, nodded: "Yes."

"That's why I said it's not necessary," probably because he lied to Lu Zhao, Song Chu was full of confidence, and his voice became smaller and smaller, "I know very well that he is real."

Although when he was extremely depressed, he always had doubts about everything in front of him or in his memory, but he knew that the person in that photo existed, and he used to sneak out to meet him every day at the risk of being discovered .

So he is not wrong, he is very clear.

"We've been together not long, but," Song Chuman seemed to return to the days when he was secretly taken care of, "I knew him a long time ago."

Lu Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly.

Song Chuman's behavior...it really seems to be the case.

Especially when he talked about that person, he had a nostalgic expression, soft brows and eyes, and the sourness and jealousy in Lu Zhao's heart were hard to control.

He hoped that Song Chuman could only show such an expression in front of him alone.

The dark side in his bones started to make trouble again, Song Chuman was in front of him now, he could take away his mobile phone and imprison him here when he was defenseless.

And, so what if it's true.

Lu Zhao pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, stared at Song Chuman, and said softly, "Is he treating you well?"

Song Chuman said sharply, "Why...ask me that way?"

Although emotional state does have an impact on psychological problems, Lu Zhao...

Song Chuman's heart was pounding, he looked at Lu Zhao, and he wanted to say something casually, but the words came to his lips: "It's... just like that."

After he finished speaking, he thought about it, and felt that something was wrong.

Isn't this the same as telling Lu Zhao that his boyfriend treats him badly?

"That's it?" Lu Zhao showed a few subtle marks between his eyebrows: "How long have you not seen him?"

The topic seemed to be developing in a more uncontrollable direction, Song Chuman lowered his head: "I don't want to talk about this today."

Lu Zhao was quiet for a moment, then replied, "Okay."

He looked down at his watch: "There is still time, do you want to chat again?"

The water on the coffee table has cooled down, Lu Zhao got up to add some, Song Chuman followed his figure with eyes: "What are you talking about?"

"Anything is fine." Lu Zhao put the cup back in front of him, "You can also ask me questions."

Song Chuman hugged Mianmian by his legs, thinking.

He really didn't know enough about Lu Zhao, and he didn't need to know about the relationship between doctors and patients.

But he wants to know.

He decided to start with the most recent.

"How long have you been raising Mianmian?"

Lu Zhao glanced at the cat obediently in Song Chuman's arms: "Half a year."

"It's sticky to me, and it's usually very timid in front of others," Lu Zhao said with a smile in his eyes, "I really like you."

Song Chuman's words are very useful. He has almost no sense of presence in front of the stray cats in his own community. He has a soft temper and never rejects him.

Thinking of stray cats, Song Chuman sat up straight: "By the way, I'm not here, no one feeds the cats in the community..."

He went to the vegetable market a little late yesterday, after feeding the cats, and it happened to be their lunch time.

Song Chuman showed anxiety as he spoke, Lu Zhao immediately said, "Don't worry, I'll let someone go and have a look."

He really took out his mobile phone and asked who he was messaging, "Where will they wait, the far right corner of the community? Feed them twice a day, right?"

"Well," with his help, Song Chuman felt relieved, and then curious: "Who did you let go?"

Listening to Lu Zhao's tone, it seems that he wants to arrange for subordinates to go. Does the psychiatrist also have assistants...

Lu Zhao paused: "It's the owner of a pet shop that sells cat food."

When his phone received a new message notification tone, Lu Zhao glanced at it and said, "Okay, I'll get the cat food from their house first."

Song Chuman was completely relieved, and a little dazed: "Thank you."

"Your uncle's matter hasn't been resolved yet, so it's best not to go back," Lu Zhao put down his phone and urged, "If you still have something to do and want to go out, please tell me first."

"Ah."

Song Chuman responded, and then remembered the question he asked Lu Zhao during the meal.

Lu Zhao didn't answer at that time.

Song Chuman rubbed Mianmian's ears, and couldn't help asking again: "Why?"

Lu Zhao didn't understand, so he asked, "What?"

"You...why," Song Chuman searched for a suitable wording, "so good?"

In fact, he wanted to ask why he was so kind to him, and felt a little narcissistic when he said it.

What if Lu Zhao just treats everyone so well.

"You think I'm good?" Lu Zhao smiled and asked him, "Compared with your boyfriend, which one is better?"

Song Chuman: "..."

The eyes cast on him were real, Song Chuman didn't dare to look at Lu Zhao, and bit the bullet: "It's all...all good."

The atmosphere seemed a bit awkward, and Lu Zhao didn't plan to say anything more.

Don't worry about Song Chuman, he is afraid of scaring people away.

The conversation was not long, Lu Zhao glanced at his watch again: "Okay, let's stop here today."

Song Chuman breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably: "Okay."

**

Lu Zhao didn't go to the hospital in the afternoon, but he had other things to do, so he stayed in the study and only came out two or three times in the middle.

Later in the afternoon, Song Chuman finally received the news from Tong Yihang.

[Mango Youth League will always drop God]:?

[Mango Youth League always drops God]: What are you doing in his house?Are you going back now?

[An]: Something else, I need to live with him for a few days.

He wanted to explain a few more words, but he didn't know what to say, so he typed several lines and deleted them.

Tong Yihang didn't reply, and he was probably busy again, so Song Chuman simply waited for him to talk about it when he was free.

He quit WeChat, only to find that he had ignored a text message in the morning.

It was from an unfamiliar number, and it said: "Chuman, it's almost the winter solstice, why don't you go home and have a look?"

The text message was in Cao Yuan's tone, and Song Chuman immediately blocked and deleted it.

After doing all this, his breath was a little unsteady, and he poured a large glass of cold water down his throat to calm down a little.

Winter solstice... Song Chuman's fingertips turning white while holding the glass water cup, he returned to the sofa, holding Mianmian in a daze.

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