Do you have a boyfriend

The text message from an unfamiliar number was mistakenly sent by Song Chuman, and he deleted it.

After deleting it, Song Chuman was still thinking, should he send a reply to the other party first, telling him that he sent it by mistake.

But the text message has been deleted, he has no number, so he had to give up.

Lu Zhao already knew about Cao Qiyun's visit to the company from Xiaofang.

The front desk and the security guard didn't know who Cao Qiyun was, but Xiao Fang did. He checked the surveillance to confirm it was her, so he took the time to tell Lu Zhao when he wasn't busy.

Without raising his head, Lu Zhao said, "Don't let her approach the gate in the future."

"Yes, Mr. Lu." Xiao Fang replied, turned and left.

Song Chuman just finished his afternoon nap and opened the door of the lounge sleepily to come out.

Lu Zhao stretched out his hand to him, and Song Chuman yawned and sat in his arms.

"Aren't you sleepy?" Song Chuman yawned again, wiping tears from his neckline.

Lu Zhao has been busier these days, getting up at six o'clock in the morning, packing up and coming to work in the company.

When Song Chuman went to help in the flower shop, he never got up so early. Lu Zhao wanted him to sleep at home, but he refused and insisted on coming.

"Not sleepy," Lu Zhao took off his glasses, squeezed the space between his eyebrows, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat today?"

"Anything is fine." Song Chuman reached out and gently pressed his forehead and temples for him.

He followed Lu Zhao every day, and he couldn't help him with anything. He could only try not to disturb him, and occasionally brought him tea and water, and massaged him.

Lu Zhao pulled his hand down and leaned closer to kiss him.

Lu Zhao asked, "Do you want to change your phone number?"

"Why?" Song Chu was puzzled. This number ended in his birth year, and he had used it for several years. Even if he left City D, he was still reluctant to change it when he was harassed.

Lu Zhao was silent for a while: "I plan to buy a couple number."

Song Chuman: "..."

Really childish... Song Chuman struggled for a moment: "Okay."

At the same time, a black car drove into the company's underground garage, and Xiao Fang immediately called Lu Zhao's office after receiving the news.

"President Lu, the chairman and his wife are here, and they just got into the elevator."

"Just say I'm not here." After Lu Zhao finished speaking, he hung up the phone and took Song Chuman with him to leave through the elevator on the other side.

Song Chuman took his coat: "Is someone looking for you?"

"Let's go eat first," Lu Zhao's voice paused, "Don't worry about it."

When he found the restaurant and sat down, Lu Zhaocai said, "It was my parents who were looking for me just now."

Song Chuman had just finished ordering, when he heard the words he raised his head in a daze: "What?"

He reacted in the next second, at a loss: "You...your parents? Just now?"

When his parents came to the company, Lu Zhao always avoided them. Song Chuman felt that it was probably because of him.

Sure enough, it was what he thought before, Lu Zhao's parents would not agree with them being together.

Song Chuman felt a little depressed: "Then they..."

Should he avoid it?

"Don't think about it," Lu Zhao took Song Chuman's hand and put it on his lips to kiss. "I have never had a good relationship with them. I had a fight some time ago and I don't want to see them."

"But..." Song Chuman was still depressed. He lost his biological parents a long time ago, and he had never met his father. He couldn't even experience the quarrel that Lu Zhao was talking about.

Although Lu Zhao didn't want Song Chuman to worry, he didn't hide everything from him: "Do you want to see them? They are not very friendly."

Song Chuman was his first date after coming out of the closet, and Lu Zhao could basically imagine how his parents thought of Song Chuman.

He didn't want to let Song Chuman take the slightest bit of anger.

Song Chuman had never experienced such a thing, even if he was mentally prepared, he would still feel flustered.

Hearing what Lu Zhao said, he hesitated again: "I... But it's impossible, I'll hide from you for the rest of my life, right?"

He spoke in a lower and lower voice.

In fact, the time he and Lu Zhao have been together is still very short, and after talking at this time, it may be too early.

Lu Zhao didn't notice Song Chuman's strangeness, narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, and comforted him, "Don't worry, I'll find a solution."

He didn't say the specific method, Song Chuman nodded silently.

The dishes were served one after another, Song Chuman stared at the bowl, and suddenly said: "I don't have parents, and... I don't have any other relatives, so I haven't thought about these things."

The general situation of his family members is included in the hospital's information, and Lu Zhao should know about it.

Lu Zhao picked up an empty bowl, filled it with a bowl of soup, handed it over, and rubbed his hair: "I will be here from now on."

Song Chuman reluctantly raised the corners of his lips: "Yes."

Returning to the company after lunch, Xiao Fang came over and whispered that Director Lu and Mrs. Lu had left, but the look on his face before he left...it seemed that he knew that Lu Zhao didn't see them on purpose.

Lu Zhao sent Song Chuman into the lounge, sat down at the desk, and said softly, "So, who told them?"

Lu's father and Lu's mother basically didn't care about the company's affairs, they came here only for Song Chuman.

Xiao Fang lowered his head: "Boss Lu, these days... I have seen too many people, it is inevitable..."

Although Song Chuman didn't come out to hang out, he followed Lu Zhao every time he entered or left the company.

Lu Zhao knew in his heart that he didn't think everything through, but he couldn't hide people. Song Chuman was full of his lovers, not undercover lovers.

He raised his hand to signal Xiao Fang to go out: "Understood."

After finishing the work at hand, Lu Zhao got up and opened the door of the lounge.

Song Chuman half-lyed on the sofa with his back to the door, holding a tablet to watch a movie, but the tablet screen in his hand had already gone out, and he didn't even notice that Lu Zhao came in. He lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

"An'an?" Lu Zhao squeezed and sat down on the sofa.

Song Chuman came back to his senses, and hurriedly put the tablet away: "Why did you come in?"

The sofa was so narrow that Lu Zhao still insisted on lying down on the couch, and stuck tightly to Song Chuman.

"What were you thinking just now?" He blew on Song Chuman's forehead, "So preoccupied."

"Nothing..."

Lu Zhao bit his lip, and then kissed all over his face.

It was too crowded, Song Chuman could hardly move, he was next to Lu Zhao everywhere, and couldn't avoid him.

Song Chuman finally got angry and pushed him lightly: "It's squeezed to death!"

Only then did Lu Zhao push away, and adjusted his posture so that Song Chuman lay in his arms.

"Are you bored?" Lu Zhao asked.

The company was no match for his family, and his parents came over suddenly and mentioned Song Chuman's family at noon. Perhaps because of these, Song Chuman was in a bad mood.

He came along and couldn't see a psychiatrist for two weeks.

Song Chuman shook his head: "It's not boring."

He put his hands on Lu Zhao and tilted his head to look at him.

Lu Zhao combed his hair with his fingertips: "What's the matter, baby, are you unhappy?"

He immediately noticed that Song Chuman was in a slightly better mood, and continued to shake his head: "No."

He stuck to Lu Zhao and took the initiative to kiss Lu Zhao, while vaguely saying, "Aren't you busy?"

"I'm not busy right now." Lu Zhao hugged him tightly and whispered, "Like a kitten."

He propped up the sofa and sat up, Song Chuman was still on his lap, but turned into a passive posture.

"Song Xiaomao," Lu Zhaohe bit his ear, and put his hand into his clothes: "Can I give you Shun Shun Mao?"

He always likes it like this recently, Song Chuman doesn't let him touch it, he can only pinch the soft flesh around his waist.

In broad daylight, there is a floor-to-ceiling window behind the sofa. Although he couldn't see it from the outside, Song Chuman buried his face in shame, and held Lu Zhao's hand that was trying to reach up: "Wait..."

Lu Zhao turned a deaf ear, and Song Chuman's cell phone rang suddenly at this moment.

Song Chuman was able to escape, and took a look at the mobile phone on the coffee table, and it turned out to be Tong Yihang.

Tong Yihang seldom called him, and it was still this time.

He picked it up, and Tong Yihang's angry voice came through the phone: "Manzai, I'm going to get on the plane the day after tomorrow!"

"..." Song Chuman glanced at the time, "Understood, aren't you going to sleep?"

Tong Yihang was not very satisfied with his reaction: "Cough, I can't sleep...it's not, I'm too excited."

A low air pressure hit around him, Song Chuman's heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head.

Lu Zhao looked over with a blank face, obviously unhappy.

Tong Yihang was still talking: "I didn't find a suitable house, so I had to find an intermediary to rent one. It's very close to your side. Let's go out and play together..."

He talked to himself for a long time, but Song Chuman didn't make a sound, Tong Yihang stopped and asked in doubt: "Man Zai? Can you hear me? My signal is not good?"

Song Chuman said something vaguely, but he seemed to be some distance away from the phone, so he couldn't hear clearly.

"Is the signal really bad?" Tong Yihang muttered, went to the balcony to turn on the hands-free, held the phone up and looked for an angle, and asked loudly, "Can you hear me?"

The next moment, there were a few clear sounds on the phone, as if someone was gagged, making slight struggling and whimpering sounds, and some strange movements.

The single dog Tong Yihang was stunned for a while before he came to his senses.

He hung up the phone angrily, and scolded: "Dog boy!"