Do you have a boyfriend

Song Chuman corrected himself again: "Lu Zhao."

Lu Zhao is no longer his doctor.

Lu Zhao helped him up, went to the sofa in the living room, and asked, "How much did you eat?"

Song Chuman was able to walk on his own just now, but now that Lu Zhao came, he leaned on him as if he had lost his bones.

"Not much," Song Chuman added after being put on the sofa, "I ate them all."

Lu Zhao carefully checked his pulse, pupils and heartbeat for him. Song Chuman sat obediently, keeping his eyes on Lu Zhao.

It was simply that Lu Zhao didn't give all the fungus to Song Chuman, he ate less and only had some slight poisoning reactions.

He touched Song Chuman's cheek and forehead with the back of his hand, and asked softly, "Is there any discomfort?"

Song Chuman sat face to face with him, the familiar and fresh touch made him feel at ease, he couldn't help but leaned forward and fell on Lu Zhao: "I'm a little dizzy."

Lu Zhao pressed his shoulder and asked again: "Do you know who I am?"

Didn't he ask? Song Chuman was puzzled: "Lu Zhao."

"See clearly?" Lu Zhao lowered his head and said slowly, "The one in front of you is me, not your boyfriend."

He suddenly mentioned that Song Chu's chaotic brain was sober for a moment, and he wanted to retreat.

Lu Zhao didn't allow it. He took Song Chuman into his arms and comforted him: "Don't be afraid."

Song Chuman was shaken like this, and the picture in front of him was even more dizzying. He had to hold Lu Zhao's arm tightly to feel stable.

There was a glass of water on the table, Lu Zhao picked it up and found it was still warm, so he lowered his head and fed it to Song Chuman bit by bit.

Song Chuman drank more than half of the "Gulu Gulu", and complained after drinking: "I want to drink ice."

He needs ice water to stimulate his brain and nerves, maybe he can wake up a little bit.

Lu Zhao said calmly, "No."

"Buying poisonous mushrooms secretly and want to drink ice water?" He didn't understand why Song Chuman did this. "If I don't ask, are you going to eat it at home alone?"

Song Chuman looked up at him, with the corners of his mouth pressed down: "Yes."

He didn't intend to tell anyone, who knew Xiao Zhang was a traitor.

Most of his usual indifferent expression disappeared, and his soft and disobedient appearance made Lu Zhao feel extremely itchy. He pinched Song Chuman's side face: "Are you still wronged?"

Song Chuman patted his hand away: "Don't worry about it."

Lu Zhao's smile faded, and the low air pressure around him began to leak out.

"Don't worry about it?" He narrowed his eyes slightly, "Then who do you want to care about?"

Song Chuman couldn't turn his head around now, and couldn't understand his anger, so he pursed his lips: "No one cares about me."

He said depressed: "No one wants to control me."

In the past, Cao Qiyun deliberately wanted him to be withdrawn and autistic, treating him as a transparent person at home, and the servants were not allowed to talk to him.

Almost only loneliness accompanied him in his childhood, and he couldn't completely get rid of the influence when he grew up.

"How not?"

He probably recalled the past again, Lu Zhao's anger subsided, and he coaxed, "I'm right in front of you?"

Hearing the words, Song Chuman raised his head again and stared at Lu Zhao carefully, as if he wanted to remember him firmly.

He is currently in a state as if he has drunk alcohol. Lu Zhao looked at his mobile phone on the armrest of the sofa: "How long after you finished eating did you call me?"

Song Chuman thought for a while: "Two or three, 10 minutes."

"Then before me, have you ever called someone else?" Lu Zhao's jealousy rose again, insisting on knowing his position in Song Chuman's heart.

Song Chuman answered honestly, "No."

"Really?" Lu Zhao's depressed mood has improved recently, "He didn't know you ate this?"

Song Chuman didn't remember who the "he" he was talking about, and his face was at a loss.

He couldn't say it, so Lu Zhao changed the question: "So, he doesn't know that I'm with you, doesn't know that I'm hugging you, right?"

The distorted sense of satisfaction was hard to describe, Lu Zhao pinched Song Chuman's chin and lifted it up, wanting to see the expression on his face.

Song Chuman understood, and tilted his head: "Don't be like this..."

He still has reason and knows that the "boyfriend" matter has not been resolved, so he dare not leak it in front of Lu Zhao.

Lu Zhao let go, and remembered the phrase "full cub" again.

Song Chuman said that his name was "An'an" when he was a child, which was also a special name between the two of them, but the time was too long and they were not close enough.

Relying on the fact that Song Chuman was poisoned and his thinking was not sensitive enough, Lu Zhao whispered in his ear: "Baby An'an, can I call you like this from now on?"

As he spoke, he felt that he was naive, and he had to care about a title for so long.

Song Chuman was immediately stunned: "What did you call me?"

He ignored the word "baby" at the end. In his memory, there were only two people who called him An An, his mother and brother.

Could it be that the fungus he ate really worked, and he saw the hallucination he wanted.

But the appearance of this hallucination seems to be different from the imagination.

Lu Zhao didn't notice his strangeness, thought it was the reason for calling him baby, and said displeasedly, "Can't I call him that?"

Song Chuman frowned and thought for a while, then nodded: "Yes."

Lu Zhao pinched his side face in satisfaction: "Good boy."

Song Chuman rubbed against his palm: "I want to drink water."

The water in the glass was already cold, Lu Zhao told him to sit down on the sofa, and got up to pour it again.

After Song Chuman finished drinking, Lu Zhao wiped off the water from his lips: "Why do you want to eat this kind of fungus? Do you have to eat it today?"

Song Chuman licked his lips: "I want to see someone."

"Want to see someone?" Lu Zhao didn't quite understand, his intuition was different, and he asked softly, "Who is it?"

Song Chuman lowered his head and whispered, "It's my mother."

Lu Zhao understood, and felt distressed: "Then today..."

"It's her death day." Song Chuman was very calm.

When the neighbor's elder brother moved away, he sneaked out and picked up a photo, but his mother left early, leaving nothing behind, and even her face gradually blurred and faded.

Song Chuman murmured: "I can't even remember what she looks like."

If his mother was still there, he didn't go to Song's house, and the two depended on each other for life. Even if life was a little bit harder, he must be happier than now.

Sickness can't let him see the person he wants to see again, so he will try with the help of foreign objects.

Lu Zhao sighed lightly: "Stupid or not? Who said you can see after eating?"

"Some people say that he saw an angel." Song Chuman didn't allow him to doubt, with a serious expression.

In his view, the dead are not angels?

Song Chuman's thinking escaped twists and turns, but Lu Zhao understood it, and remained silent for a while.

He asked again: "Then... have you seen it?"

Song Chuman said disappointedly: "No, she might be angry that I forgot her and doesn't want to come see me."

"How could it be?" Lu Zhao felt distressed, tightening his arms and coaxing: "She will never be angry with you."

"But," Song Chuman's expression became more and more sad, and he said to himself, "I forgot what she looks like."

Lu Zhao stroked his back gently: "Don't be afraid, I'll help you find it."

"Really?" Song Chuman came out of his arms and straightened up, "Don't lie to me."

Lu Zhao touched the tip of Peng Ta's nose affectionately: "When did I ever lie to you?"

Song Chuman had a hunch that he had it, but he couldn't tell, so he had to give up.

His poisoning reaction subsided a bit, and Lu Zhao's facial features became more clear and correct. Song Chuman reached out and touched his face everywhere.

Lu Zhao pushed down his glasses: "What are you looking at?"

The golden and refracted light on the edge of the lens flickered for a moment, and Song Chuman was stunned: "Are you an angel?"

Lu Zhao laughed, paused, and shamelessly said, "I am."

He took off his glasses, and kissed Song Chuman between his eyebrows.

Song Chuman didn't refuse, Lu Zhao went down slowly, and kissed the tip of the nose, and then the lips.

When they were about to meet each other, Song Chuman tilted his head, and the kiss landed on his cheek.

Unsatisfied, Lu Zhao pinched his chin and pulled it over to kiss him again.

Song Chuman raised his hand to cover his mouth.

The sign of his refusal was obvious, Lu Zhao's Adam's apple slid up and down, holding back: "Don't let the kiss?"

Song Chuman shook his head: "No."

"why?"

Song Chuman sticks to the shaky principle: "We are not together yet."

Lu Zhao smiled and lowered his voice: "Then what if I force you?"

This word scared Song Chuman, he moved back to go to the other side of the sofa, Lu Zhao quickly grabbed him: "Just kidding, don't be afraid."

He coaxed a few words, Song Chuman stopped struggling, and lay obediently in his arms.

Lu Zhao was still brooding: "When will we be together?"

After a long time, Song Chuman's voice came in a low voice: "I don't know."

His poison has not completely subsided, so he can't think about these problems, he is afraid that he will be impulsive.

He still had some doubts at the hospital, and wanted to wait until after the winter solstice to see the new doctor.

Lu Zhao's molars tightened: "Then when will we break up?"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt uncomfortable. Could it be that Song Chuman wanted to hang on to that foreign boyfriend while keeping him?

Song Chuman was still nestled in his arms, and it could be considered a kiss just now, Lu Zhao said with resentment, "What am I now? Your lover?"

When can he be righted?

Song Chuman raised his head in surprise: "What are you talking about?"

"Isn't it?" Lu Zhao sneered, "So it's not even a lover."

Song Chuman blushed inexplicably, and said awkwardly, "Don't talk nonsense."

He looked down and saw that he and Lu Zhao were still hugging each other, struggling to leave.

Lu Zhao easily restrained him and refused to let go: "Isn't it too late to repent now?"

Song Chuman was already half awake, but his body felt even more tired. He couldn't stand the toss, so he obediently stopped moving.

He was quiet for a while, then fell asleep in a daze.

Lu Zhao also leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest, when Song Chuman's cell phone rang beside him suddenly.

When the screen lights up, Lu Zhao can see the message on it by tilting his head.

It was sent by a person named [New Year's No Date], and it was written in the notice board: Man Zai, what are you doing?

Lu Zhao's face darkened instantly.

He endured and endured, and picked up Song Chuman's cell phone.

The phone does not need a password to unlock, so Lu Zhao opened WeChat.

[No appointment during Chinese New Year]: Man Zai, what are you doing?

Lu Zhao swipe casually, and the chat history is full of unnutritious conversations, and there is something like "has the surname Lu ever come to you" and so on.

He didn't want to look any further, so he clicked on the camera, and took a picture of Song Chuman in his arms.

The angle is from top to bottom, and it can be seen at a glance that he is being hugged.

Lu Zhao sent it and replied with a sentence.

[Ann]: sleeping [smile][smile]

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