Do you have a boyfriend

Lu Zhao mentioned before the winter solstice that he would be sent to the hospital today.

If he didn't come today, Song Chuman almost forgot.

"Thank you, but no need," Song Chuman politely refused, "The hospital is very close, I'll just walk there by myself."

He passed by Lu Zhao's side and continued to walk forward, his wrist was pulled.

Lu Zhao whispered, "Still angry with me?"

In fact, most of Song Chu's anger has dissipated.

In the final analysis, he lied to Lu Zhao first. If he had confessed directly at the beginning, these things would not have happened later.

Besides Lu Zhao privately sending photos on his mobile phone, one of the reasons why he was still angry was that Lu Zhao didn't take the initiative to mention it after he woke up, and he didn't admit his mistake until he found out.

It was like waiting for him to panic, trying to figure out how to explain this "cheating" to his "boyfriend".

Song Chuman replied with a tense expression, "Yes."

He wanted to break free from the shackles on his hands, but Lu Zhao was stronger and held on tightly.

Other residents passed by, looking curiously at the two of them.

Lu Zhao turned sideways to block the sight of others, but still refused to let him go: "How can I forgive me?"

Song Chuman stared at him for a while, then suddenly said, "Are you really happy in your heart?"

He thought for a while from Lu Zhao's perspective, and said slowly: "You know the consequences, but you still use this method..."

Use this method to force him to make a decision.

Tong Yihang was right in saying that Lu Zhao was just prying the corner of the wall.

"So? You like him so much, so you don't want to break up?" Lu Zhao's voice paused, "But it's a pity... I'm really happy."

His voice was soft, but the strength in his hands was getting heavier and heavier. Song Chu felt pain in his wrists and frowned, "I didn't mean that... let me go!"

Lu Zhao let go of his hand as if waking up from a dream, and Song Chuman rubbed his wrist and took a step back.

The conversation was not pleasant. Lu Zhao stood where he was, looking over with deep eyes. Song Chuman was inexplicably palpitated, and looked away: "I have to go to the hospital, you can go."

He turned to leave, and seemed to hear Lu Zhao calling him "An'an" softly.

Song Chuman suspected that he had heard it wrong. He did the same thing after eating the fungus that day. Lu Zhao called him An An baby...but he hadn't heard this name for more than ten years.

It is very likely that he had hallucinations after being poisoned, and he doesn't want to talk to Lu Zhao now.

When Song Chuman walked to the gate of the community and looked back, Lu Zhao followed him not too far away, and also stopped when he saw him stop.

There was only this way out of the community. Song Chuman turned his head and ignored him. After walking for a while, he looked back quietly. Sure enough, Lu Zhao was still keeping a distance behind, and he was not afraid of being discovered by him.

Song Chuman sighed secretly, and the two headed towards the hospital one after the other.

He arrived in a hurry, and there were two people standing at the entrance of the hospital, who warmly greeted him when he appeared.

"Mr. Song," the staff led the way ahead, "Dr. Liu has arrived. Her office is on the second floor. I'll take you there."

Song Chuman had never enjoyed such treatment before. Before he entered the gate, he glanced behind him and turned his head: "Okay, thank you."

The new doctor, surnamed Liu, is a female doctor in her 40s. She looks very kind. After introducing herself, she chatted with Song Chuman for a while.

Song Chuman rarely came into contact with middle-aged women of this age, and he was a little nervous at first, but Dr. Liu made a good impression on him, speaking softly and kindly, and he gradually relaxed.

Finally, Dr. Liu closed his notebook: "Chuman, can I call you that?"

Song Chuman responded, "Yes."

She smiled and said, "Actually, you are different from what I imagined. It should be said... that you are in better condition in all aspects."

"Really?" Song Chuman asked blankly.

Dr. Liu nodded: "Dr. Zhao and Lu...I have read all the information left by Dr. Lu. Compared with when you first came to the hospital for treatment, your condition has indeed improved."

Any patient would like to hear such words. Song Chuman showed a slight smile on his face and boasted by the way: "I have to thank the hospital."

Hearing this, Dr. Liu smiled, "No, probably not."

Flipping through another stack of documents in her notebook, she said, "The treatment time of the two doctors is not long. Compared with the doctor's reasons, I am more inclined that there are new people or things in your personal life. , that makes you different from before."

In Zhao Qi's treatment records, Song Chuman looked almost the same from beginning to end.

Indifferent and withdrawn, dislikes contact with people, and a little pessimistic and world-weary, she often resists talking about her illness, but the Song Chuman she came into contact with is not completely like this, and the change should have happened after Zhao Qi left.

Seeing that Song Chuman didn't seem to be aware of it, she casually mentioned: "It should be during the period when Dr. Lu was handling it?"

Song Chu thought to himself, isn't this "new person or thing" Lu Zhao himself?

The time for this treatment is over, and before leaving, Song Chuman still has a question.

"The hospital will pay you for my treatment," he asked, "or Lu Zhao will pay you?"

Dr. Liu was taken aback for a moment. She didn't know the specific relationship between Song Chuman and Lu Zhao, so she said cautiously, "It's a hospital."

But her hesitation and expression already showed the problem, Song Chuman said goodbye to her without asking any further questions.

He opened the door of the office and saw Lu Zhao again.

Lu Zhao leaned against the railing on the other side of the corridor. He didn't know how long he had been waiting. When he came out and stood up straight, he said, "Okay?"

Dr. Liu was about to call him, when Lu Zhao glanced over, she closed her mouth tactfully.

Song Chuman knowingly asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Wait for you," Lu Zhao took a step closer, and whispered, "Let me take you back, okay?"

His words fell into Dr. Liu's ears, like lovers quarreling. She realized that the relationship between the two was unusual, so she quickly locked the door of the office and quietly left from one side.

Song Chuman looked at him calmly: "If I disagree, you won't follow me?"

When he made this expression, he always looked very cold. Lu Zhao moved his lips, but didn't make a sound.

Song Chuman walked towards the elevator, and Lu Zhao naturally went with him, and when they left the hospital, they returned to the same way when they came in.

On the way, Song Chuman went to the vegetable market. There were many people at this time, so Lu Zhao no longer followed far behind, but stood beside Song Chuman to help him block the occasional crowd.

Song Chuman had a lot of things to buy today, and when he paid, Lu Zhao naturally took the bag.

He wanted to take it back, but Lu Zhao refused to give it, and did not speak.

Song Chuman couldn't compete with him, so he had to let him go.

Lu Zhao helped him carry the things to the door of the house, and waited for Song Chuman to take them one by one and put them inside the door.

The lights in the corridor were not on again, and Lu Zhao stood at the door: "Release me from the blacklist, okay? I won't disturb you."

There was begging in his words, and there was a sense of flattery and grievance. Song Chuman was soft-hearted, pinching the door: "I... think about it."

"Okay, then I'll go first and have a good rest." Lu Zhao didn't ask, but nodded in the dim sight, turned and went downstairs.

Song Chuman put the newly bought vegetables into the refrigerator, recalling what Dr. Liu said last.

If it's what she said... Lu Zhao's greatest help should be to accompany him.

Especially during the period of living in Lu Zhao's house, Song Chuman thought that he would not be used to living with someone he didn't know very well.

But the truth is, that was the time when he lived the most comfortable and most at ease.

He doesn't have to worry about Cao Yuan coming to the door, he doesn't need to cook, he plays with the cat every day, and sleeps well at night.

Thinking of Mianmian, Song Chuman lost his mind for a moment.

The phone beeped, and he took it out to see that it was Tong Yihang.

[No appointment during Chinese New Year]: Man cub, look at this! ! !

[No appointment during Chinese New Year]: [House sale link]

Song Chuman opened in doubt and froze on the spot.

The house with the price for sale on it actually belonged to the Song family, and the word Cao Qiyun was impressively written in the column of contact person at the bottom.

[No appointment during Chinese New Year]: Quickly see if this is your home?

[New Year's No Date]: I come back from the Chinese New Year and don't know where to live. I just want to buy a well-decorated second-hand house, which can appreciate in value. I saw this when I opened the intermediary website!Still special!

Tong Yihang knew the city where Song Chuman lived and the name Cao Qiyun, and he found the information to be correct, so he quickly sent it to Song Chuman.

Song Chuman looked carefully at the specific address and pictures on the link, and confirmed that this was indeed the Song family's villa.

[An]: Yes...

[No appointment during Chinese New Year]: Why is the surname Cao buying a house?And the price is wrong, it's a bargain.

[No appointment during Chinese New Year]: Could it be because of lack of money?

Cao Yuan had disappeared a long time ago, and Song Chuman didn't know about it.

[An]: I don't know, maybe.

[No appointment during Chinese New Year]: I think the sale information was released today.

[No appointment during Chinese New Year]: Hey... how about...

Song Chuman understood what he meant, he had no affection for the Song family, and he didn't want to spend money to buy it.

[An]: If you want to buy it, you can buy it, don't worry about me.

After a while, Tong Yihang's message came again.

[No appointment during Chinese New Year]: Damn!It's gone!Who started so fast!

Song Chuman didn't care about the house, he cared more about whether something happened to the Song family.

He wasn't worried, he just wanted to know their current situation, and if there was a situation like Cao Yuan coming to ask for money, he could be on guard in advance.

But he searched the Internet for a while, but did not find any useful information.

It was getting late, Song Chuman put down his phone and prepared to cook.

He is more casual at home alone, and there are some leftover vegetables in the refrigerator at noon, and he can eat some fried vegetables.

After Song Chuman cooked the rice, he took out the cabbage he bought in the afternoon, when there was a knock on the door.

He put down his things, looked out through the peephole, and opened the door.

Lu Zhao was carrying a new heat preservation box, and raised his hand to him: "I accidentally overcooked the fish I cooked at night."

Song Chuman didn't believe his words, but he still took it.

The beef he sent last time, the insulated box hadn't been taken back yet, just as Song Chuman was about to speak, Lu Zhao turned his head and left.

With the fish sent by Lu Zhao, Song Chuman stopped cooking. He waited for the rice to be cooked before opening the lid of the heat preservation box.

In addition to the fish, some vegetarian dishes were added in it. Song Chuman took a bite of the fish and found that there were no thorns.

Either the fish had no spines in the first place, or Lu Zhao picked it out for him before sending it over.

Song Chu was eating absent-mindedly when he suddenly heard a cat meowing faintly from downstairs.

A premonition arose in his heart, he put down his chopsticks and went to the window sill, opened the curtains and bent down to look down.

A figure leaned against a familiar place, and a fat orange cat rubbed against his trousers.

This time Song Chuman was sure that he did not admit the wrong person.

He stared at the half-eaten meal, and couldn't help but quietly opened the door and went downstairs. There was hardly any sound when the door was closed.

There was no one else in the corridor, Song Chuman walked out of the gate of the apartment building like a thief, turned around the corner and saw Lu Zhao.

Lu Zhaozheng knelt down and stroked the orange cat's head. He was taken aback when he saw Song Chuman by surprise.

Song Chuman blinked: "What are you doing here?"

"I..." Lu Zhao stepped forward and approached him, "I'm here to see the cat."

But this is not where he usually feeds the cat. The orange cat probably came here after seeing Lu Zhao on the way to play somewhere.

Song Chuman said slowly, "What else?"

Lu Zhao was silent for a moment: "I want to get closer to you."

The two of them were only one step away, and he raised his hand to push back the hair on Song Chuman's forehead, trying to see the expression in his eyes, and said, "You haven't released me from the blacklist yet."

Song Chuman wanted to laugh inexplicably, but he held it back forcefully, and lowered his head: "I told you, I will consider it."

Lu Zhao gave a low "hmm".

The orange cat squatted by itself for a while, feeling bored and went elsewhere, Song Chuman suddenly asked, "You were the one last time, right?"

It was the time when he called Lu Zhao to explain, and saw a figure that looked like him by the wall downstairs.

Lu Zhao didn't speak, as if he had acquiesced.

"You didn't come to find me, what are you doing here?" Song Chuman couldn't understand.

"During this time," Lu Zhao told the truth now that he had discovered it, "I will come here every day."

Song Chuman was stunned, and Lu Zhao added, "I want to see you, but you probably don't want to see me."

The wind was getting stronger and stronger at night, and Song Chuman didn't wear a coat when he came out, so it was a bit cold at this time.

The residents on the first floor turned on the lights, and warm yellow light was cast through the windows. When he raised his eyes, he saw Lu Zhao quietly staring at him, and his eyes were shining brightly.

Lu Zhao took off his coat and stepped forward to put it on Song Chuman's body. The light in his eyes suddenly dimmed again.

The two moved closer to the ground, and Song Chuman let Lu Zhao tuck his arms into the sleeves of his jacket.

His whole body was covered with another person's body temperature, and the base of his ear was covered with heat. He looked up at Lu Zhao: "Do you like me very much?"

Lu Zhao bent over to button him, paused, and met his gaze: "Want to know?"

He was too close, and the breath he exhaled had a faint smell of smoke. Song Chuman sniffed it lightly, but he didn't feel bad, only a little dizzy.

The cold wind blew in a different direction, and the place where Song Chuman was standing became an outlet. Lu Zhao grabbed his arm and brought it a little towards him.

Song Chuman still raised his head: "Yes."

Lu Zhao's back was in the light, Song Chuman couldn't see his expression clearly, he could only feel Lu Zhao's gaze gradually moved down, and finally landed on his lips.

The author has something to say: Although the two chapters on the 9th are only 6000 words long, the 8th chapter has more than 5000 words!Beep!

There is another chapter in the early morning, it should be very late, everyone will watch it tomorrow morning!

这章也有红包！感谢在2020-11-0923:18:56~2020-11-1023:19:18期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 burning Tang Feng;

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