Do you have a boyfriend

Song Chuman was taken aback for a moment.

He is a born crook and has long known his sexual orientation.

What Lu Zhao said, he knew something about it before, but they are only together today, Song Chuman didn't think so much.

And being said so directly by Lu Zhao, Song Chuman was greatly shocked.

He felt in a daze that he had entered a wolf's den, and pushed Lu Zhao away to remember.

Lu Zhao held him down: "What are you running for?"

He didn't have any psychological burden at all, with a smile in his eyes: "Am I right?"

He insisted on hearing the answer, so Song Chuman could only respond, "Yes."

Lu Zhao was satisfied: "We are a couple, so it's only natural to do this."

The person he had been thinking about finally agreed to be with him. Lu Zhao was still calm on the surface, and the joy and excitement inside was no less than that of Song Chuman.

He tried to get closer, and kissed Song Chuman again. Seeing that he didn't hide, he gradually deepened, much more tenderly than before.

Song Chuman was a little absent-minded. Before Lu Zhao came back...would he go to the supermarket to buy something?

No wonder he was thinking crookedly, it was Lu Zhao himself who brought it up...

If it's true... then it's definitely not possible, they only confirmed their relationship today.

When Lu Zhao let go of him, Song Chuman said tactfully, "Although I promised you, we...don't move too fast."

Lu Zhao thought he was still struggling with that kiss, so he gently pinched the tip of his chin: "I want to kiss my boyfriend, but it's not okay?"

"That's not what I meant..." Song Chuman stammered, "Kissing, yes."

Only then did Lu Zhao understand, and his expression froze slightly: "I didn't mean that either."

He pinched Song Chuman's cheek again: "Who do you think I am?"

He was a little out of control, but he wasn't so impatient.

Song Chuman was a little relieved, and a little more courageous, he pushed his hand away: "Then you went to the supermarket... what did you buy?"

It turned out that there was a misunderstanding here.

Lu Zhaoyan said succinctly: "I didn't buy a set."

Song Chuman: "!!!"

He raised his hand to cover Lu Zhao's mouth, and gave him a weak look: "Stop talking..."

Lu Zhao smiled for a while, and pulled his hand: "Don't worry, I won't force you, and now...it's too early."

As he spoke, his eyes swept over the treasure he finally got in front of him inch by inch, and he lowered his voice: "I'll get you later."

Song Chuman covered his mouth again.

He realized later that some things about Lu Zhao were different from what he had imagined.

It is impossible to return the goods... Song Chuman said with a tense expression, "Don't say any more!"

Afraid that he would be really angry, Lu Zhao coaxed, "Okay, stop talking, it's my fault."

He looked up at the clock, put Song Chuman in his arms on the sofa and sat down: "I'll go to the study, Mianmian is here with you."

Song Chuman responded without asking what he was going to do.

Lu Zhao touched his side face and got up: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

"Anything is fine," Song Chuman just finished speaking, and then whispered: "I want to eat fish, can I?"

He likes to eat fish, and he also likes the fish made by Lu Zhao, and he even helped him pick out the fishbone.

In the past, he was a little bit sorry, but now that Lu Zhao has become his boyfriend, he can take it for granted.

But...Lu Zhao should still help him pick fishbone, right?

Song Chu was full of apprehension, and glanced at Lu Zhao.

Lu Zhao didn't notice it, and replied: "Okay, then eat fish."

He turned on the TV for Song Chuman to watch by himself, and went to the study alone.

Mianmian just went to play by herself, now that Lu Zhao left, she ran over with her tail raised and jumped onto the sofa.

Song Chuman hugged it into his arms and ran his fingertips along the thick hair.

Lu Zhao is his boyfriend, so he will have a legitimate reason to come and see Mianmian in the future, although he didn't stay with him because of Lu Zhao's cat.

Everything is moving in a better direction. The psychiatrists are pretty good now, and the ones who kept Lu Zhao in the past seem to have turned around.

Tong Yihang doesn't know yet...let's talk about it when he returns home.

As for the Cao family, they haven't appeared for a long time.

Song Chuman was faintly worried that Cao Qiyun had always been a very purposeful woman.

She sold Song's house, probably because there was something wrong with the company, so she would not let herself go so easily.

Cao Yuan's ability to arrange people to squat around him is not a good thing, but he just left without a sound.

Song Chuman was worried, but he was not as scared as last time.

Don't you just want money?

He will not give.

Perhaps because there was an extra Lu Zhao by his side, Song Chu was more confident.

For things that he can't solve, maybe he can ask Lu Zhao for help.

Thinking of this, Song Chuman began to worry again.

What if Lu Zhao thinks he is troublesome?Even a boyfriend is not necessarily willing to help.

Song Chuman lost a bit of confidence that he had just built up.

But he was determined and prepared and prepared for the worst.

Song Chuman watched TV for a while, took out his mobile phone and searched the name of Song's company on the Internet, hoping to see if there was any information.

After the page is loaded, the first piece of information is news from a certain newspaper.

"Financing failed! xx company may declare bankruptcy."

bankruptcy? !

Song Chuman was dumbfounded.

He clicked on the news, there was nothing more substantive in it, the information was all written on the headline.

It seemed that things were more serious than he thought.

However, Cao Qiyun's company was about to go bankrupt, and Song Chuman admitted that he was gloating.

As long as you don't get your thoughts on him, the more miserable they are, the happier Song Chuman will be.

He flipped through other messages, but found nothing more. He closed the page and sent a message to Xiao Deng, asking her to rest for a while.

The free salary is a trivial matter, Cao Yuan couldn't find him, maybe he thought he moved, but his shop is still there.

Xiao Deng almost refused to accept his money, even if his salary was cut in half.

Song Chuman persuaded for a long time, and finally took a screenshot of his savings balance and sent it to her.

[Xiao Deng]: ...

[Xiao Deng]: Good boss!thank you boss!

Lu Zhao took care of the company's affairs and walked out of the study.

He poured a glass of water and sat beside Song Chuman: "What are you talking about?"

Song Chu's face was full of smiles, and he didn't hide it from him: "I'll let Xiao Deng rest for a while."

Lu Zhao knew that the flower shop hadn't opened recently, so he said "um" and didn't ask any more questions.

He didn't ask, Song Chuman didn't take the initiative to say, put away the phone.

Xiao Zhang bought the dishes for the evening and brought them over. He knew that Song Chuman was at home, so he lowered his head and delivered the dishes before leaving without taking a second look inside.

Song Chuman had always been curious about him, and took the opportunity to ask, "Is he your employee?"

"Ah."

Lu Zhao carried the dishes to the kitchen, and Song Chuman followed behind, "You said before that he was from a pet shop..."

"If I'm telling the truth," Lu Zhao put on the apron and motioned Song Chuman to help him tie it, "would you still agree?"

Song Chuman thought about it seriously: "No."

He walked around behind Lu Zhao, fastened the belt of the apron neatly, and suddenly found a problem: "If I'm not here, who will you tie your apron with?"

Lu Zhao turned around: "It's my own."

He asked Song Chuman to help this kind of movement that could be done with a backhand, just because he wanted to get closer to him, just like last time.

Song Chuman looked at Lu Zhao who was wearing an apron, and compared with when he was cooking for himself before, he felt different.

The apron was clean. He took the initiative to hug Lu Zhao, raised his head and kissed him on the side of his cheek: "Do you need my help?"

He has been independent since he was a child, no matter when he was in the Song family or he moved out to live by himself, his only friend Tong Yihang is far away abroad, and when he gets busy, he doesn't reply for a few days.

In addition, what made him feel cared for was Lu Zhao when he was a child, and Lu Zhao now.

He cared about what was lacking, Song Chuman liked this, attention and pampering would make him no longer feel lonely.

"No need," Lu Zhao was a little surprised by his initiative, and kissed his lips back, "just wait for me outside."

During dinner, Song Chuman deliberately didn't pick up the fish.

I don't know what kind of fish it is. It has more large pieces of meat and looks like it has few spines.

Would it be too hypocritical if he still asked Lu Zhao to help him pick thorns?

When Song Chuman was tangled, Lu Zhao picked up a piece of fish and began to nitpick.

From the corner of his eyes, he kept paying attention until Lu Zhao put the fish without half a thorn in his bowl.

Song Chu's heart fell to the ground, and he laughed secretly, he had to struggle with such a trivial matter for so long.

He didn't let Lu Zhao know what he was thinking, and ate the fish silently, and basically didn't pick up any vegetables by himself during dinner.

By the time the tableware was cleared, it was already eight o'clock in the evening, and it started to rain.

The two sat on the sofa and watched TV together. Lu Zhao looked out the window and said, "Sleep here at night?"

Before eating, he greeted Xiao Zhang and asked him to help Song Chuman feed the cat.

Rain is not a big deal, if Song Chuman doesn't want to, he will drive him back.

Song Chuman leaned on Lu Zhao's shoulder, struggling inwardly.

Lu Zhao's embrace was too warm, and he didn't want to get up.

Mianmian was still sleeping next to him, with her belly up and one hind leg stretched out carelessly.

Lu Zhao's voice sounded from above: "The guest room was just cleaned yesterday, and the pajamas are all clean."

He put one hand on Song Chuman's body from behind, gently pinched his earlobe, and said slowly: "I haven't lost the towel and toothbrush, what else is there, there is a 24-hour convenience store downstairs..."

The roots of the ears were a little itchy, Song Chuman flinched into Lu Zhao's arms: "Okay."

Lu Zhao didn't have much hope at all, and Song Chuman probably wouldn't agree to keep someone to stay on the first day they were together.

He agreed so quickly, Lu Zhao was very pleasantly surprised, bowed his head and was about to kiss: "Baby is so good..."

Song Chuman felt uncomfortable with his head raised in this position, so he pushed him away and continued watching TV.

Until Song Chuman took a shower and lay down on the bed, Lu Zhao was quite well behaved, at least he didn't enter his guest room.

But Song Chuman couldn't sleep anymore.

The rain was getting louder at night, Song Chuman did not close the window as usual, the quilt was thick, but he didn't feel cold.

The moon is probably covered by clouds tonight, and when my eyes get used to the darkness, I still can't see clearly inside the house.

Song Chuman didn't feel sleepy, thinking about the little things that happened today.

Thinking of the end, he couldn't help throwing off the quilt and getting out of bed, and quietly opened the door.

Lying in the cat's nest in the living room, Mianmian raised her head silently when she heard the movement, and Song Chuman made a gesture of silencing it.

He didn't wear shoes, and it was cold to step on the ground barefoot, and he didn't make a sound.

The door of Lu Zhao's bedroom was tightly closed, and Song Chuman turned it carefully, but it was not locked.

Like a thief, he pushed open the door and entered the bedroom.

Lu Zhao was lying on his side, and he should be sound asleep. Song Chuman squatted beside the bed and watched for a while, then reached out to check his breath.

His mind was in a mess, he couldn't explain why he did this, he just... wanted to make sure.

The next second his hand was grabbed, Lu Zhao's voice was hoarse: "An'an?"

He sat up and turned on the desk lamp, and sure enough it was Song Chuman.

Song Chuman withdrew his hand and stammered, "I, I..."

"Can't sleep?" Lu Zhao looked down, pulled him over and stuffed him under the quilt, and said softly, "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

Song Chu didn't reply at all, and curled himself into a ball under the quilt.

Lu Zhao waited patiently for a while, and seeing that he was silent, he simply buried himself in the quilt, found his lips and kissed him.

Song Chuman was very cooperative and reached out to hook Lu Zhao's neck to respond.

He took the initiative to run over in the middle of the night again, Lu Zhao's brain became hot, and his fingertips ran up the hem of the clothes, rubbing against the delicate skin.

Song Chuman panicked at this moment and pushed him away forcefully.

Lu Zhao was unprepared, and was directly thrown under the bed by him.