Cao Qiyun only glanced at it from a distance, and the people around Lu Zhao seemed to be very close to him, with hats covering most of their faces.

In fact, she hadn't really met Lu Zhao a few times. She didn't care much about the company's affairs in the past, so how could she feel familiar with the people he brought?

On the way back, Cao Qiyun finally remembered who she looked like.

Sitting in the taxi, she gritted her teeth and said, "No wonder..."

No wonder the Lu family suddenly started targeting them.

She entrusted the company to Cao Yuan to take care of it, but who knew that he had a bad habit and even started to embezzle public funds, resulting in poor capital turnover. I can hold on.

But Lu Zhao... was the one who pretended to cooperate with them, but actually set up a trap behind his back to drive them to a dead end.

It turned out that it was all because of Song Chuman, who hugged this thigh and revenge came.

Song Chuman himself didn't know about this, he was finding a place to sit down in the restaurant, ordering food with Lu Zhao.

Lu Zhao decided on a small box on the second floor, where the environment is quieter, and you can still see the scenery behind when you open the window.

He was not familiar with the dishes here, and he had nothing to eat, so he handed it over to Lu Zhao.

The waiter first served a few pre-dinner sweethearts. Song Chuman looked at this posture and said worriedly: "You didn't order too much, did you? There are only two of us, if we can't finish it, it will be a waste."

Lu Zhao did order quite a few, and he wanted Song Chuman to taste them all.

He pushed open the window of the box: "It's okay, you can pack if you can't finish eating."

When the dishes were served one by one, Song Chu disapproved and said, "There are too many, don't do this next time."

Even if they pack it back, how much can the two of them eat, and Lu Zhao will throw it away again the next night.

Lu Zhao followed him and said, "Okay, my fault."

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork tenderloin for Song Chuman: "Try this."

The dishes here are exquisite, and there are several dishes that Song Chuman almost couldn't bear to use his chopsticks.

He seldom went out to eat, and took out his phone to take a few photos.

It happened that Tong Yihang sent him a message, asking if he had eaten.

The WeChat notification beeped, and Lu Zhao looked sideways.

Song Chuman was very calm this time, opened the message to reply him, and attached the picture he just took.

Lu Zhao naturally leaned over: "Your friend?"

"Yeah." Song Chuman showed it to him.

"Isn't he jet-lagged?" Lu Zhao turned around and continued to pick up food, "Why are you looking for you at this time?"

"He often stays up late to make plans," Song Chuman replied and put down his phone. "I'm used to the upside-down day and night."

The message sent at 3 o'clock in the morning last time was abnormal.

[No appointment during Chinese New Year]: Wow, you can!

[No appointment during Chinese New Year]: You are not alone, are you?Hehehe...who are you with?

When Song Chuman responded to the news, Lu Zhao was also watching.

Lu Zhao could see Tong Yihang's tone, but he was really Song Chuman's friend, and Song Chuman was in love, so it was normal to talk to him.

[An]: [Happy] with my boyfriend

Anyway, Tong Yihang didn't know who his boyfriend was, Song Chuman was indeed happy today, and even put on an expression.

[No appointment during Chinese New Year]: Yo yo!

[New Year's No Date]: Since it's such a coincidence, show me what your boyfriend looks like, hurry up!Send a photo!

Song Chuman would not show it to him, and refused coldly.

[An]: No.

[No appointment during Chinese New Year]: ...

Lu Zhao urged from the side: "Hurry up and eat, we will talk later."

He worked hard to pick up vegetables for Song Chuman, looked down at the chat records, and raised his eyebrows: "Want to see a group photo?"

He put down his chopsticks: "Yes, send it to him."

Song Chuman didn't know what to do now, and he didn't dare to say that the boyfriend Tong Yihang thought was not him at all.

While Lu Zhao was still waiting, Song Chuman bit the bullet and turned on the front camera, suddenly his eyes lit up.

He moved closer to Lu Zhao and took a group photo, but the angle was very low, and only the clothes and chins of the two could be seen, but the pose was quite intimate.

Song Chuman didn't wait for Lu Zhao's reaction, quickly sent a photo, put down his phone and ate.

Lu Zhao looked at him: "Why don't you put your face in?"

He didn't care, but Song Chuman obviously didn't want to post it.

Song Chuman bit his chopsticks: "I..."

He looked at Shang Lu Zhao, and felt that he was a little unhappy.

Song Chuman reflected on himself, Lu Zhao even brought him to the company, but he refused to show a single photo to his friends.

But he had a difficult reason, and he couldn't explain it clearly for a while, so he could only walk over cautiously: "Are you angry?"

Lu Zhao replied, "No."

Song Chu couldn't believe it, and pulled his sleeve to explain: "I just... don't want to show it to others."

He couldn't express his suffering, and his expression gradually became aggrieved: "Don't be angry, I have no other intentions..."

Lu Zhao looked at him for a while, then sighed and hugged him, "I'm not angry, if you don't want to, then don't."

But he wants to know another thing more than the photos: "The last time I was at your house, I used your mobile phone to send him the past photos, did he think it was your boyfriend?"

Song Chuman said "ah" and nodded subconsciously.

Lu Zhao said again: "Then he didn't ask you anything?"

"No, no." Song Chuman didn't turn the corner, just answered.

"Well," Lu Zhao rubbed the top of his hair, "Hey, let's eat."

But at that time, he was not with Song Chuman yet.

Tong Yihang would only think that it was Song Chuman's ex, and Song Chuman and his ex had always been in a long-distance relationship. He was not surprised when they suddenly posted a group photo?

Or, did Tong Yihang not know that they were in a long-distance relationship?

Although there are doubts about this matter, you can find a reason if you insist on explaining it.

Lu Zhao didn't ask any more questions, and took notes temporarily, without showing anything on the surface, and started to help Song Chuman peel the shrimp.

**

In the afternoon Song Chuman followed Lu Zhao back to the company and played with Mianmian in the lounge.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Lu Zhao finished his work, took Song Chuman to another restaurant for dinner, and then went home.

He brought back his things together with Mianmian, Lu Zhao's house is even bigger, and he has asked his aunt to clean it in advance, and Mianmian's supplies are also placed separately.

Song Chuman took a closer look. Mianmian must have been here before. She was very familiar with the location of the cat bowl and litter box. After planing the cat litter, she sharpened her claws on the cushion and jumped onto the cat climbing frame in the corner with ease.

While watching TV on the sofa at night, Song Chuman asked Lu Zhao, "Did you bring Mianmian with you when you were on a business trip?"

Knowing that he couldn't hide it, Lu Zhao said truthfully, "Yes."

On the one hand, because Mianmian really relies more on familiar people, on the other hand, he is not at ease, as long as the distance is not too far, he will take the cat with him.

Mianmian is also very obedient every time, and never makes trouble on the road.

He knew what Song Chuman wanted to ask: "If you don't say that, how can I make you stay?"

Song Chu was very puzzled, when Lu Zhao was not around, the two couldn't see each other, why did they insist on keeping him?

He didn't delve into it, and he didn't even think about monitoring this kind of abnormality.

The two watched TV for a while, and it was almost time, so Lu Zhao urged Song Chuman to go to bed.

Except for the last time, the two of them behaved well and never shared the same bed. Song Chuman chose a guest room, packed up and lay down.

Before going to bed, he received a text message on his cell phone.

Except for the operator and spam, generally no one will send him a short message.

Song Chuman didn't read it until he woke up the next morning to check the time on his phone, and naturally he also saw the text message.

[Tell me, what will happen before you give up. ]

Song Chuman was bewildered and deleted the text message by hand.

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