Do you have a boyfriend

The living room was empty, the curtains were gently blown by the wind, and then slowly fell down. Hearing the sound, Mianmian raised her head, and immediately jumped off the cat climbing frame and ran towards Song Chuman.

Song Chu shook his hands and closed the door again.

Mian Mian stopped at the same spot, full of doubts, stepped forward and walked around the door twice, and began to scratch at the crack of the door.

Song Chu couldn't bear it anymore, and reopened the door to let him in.

The door was not closed, Song Chuman knelt down and stroked Mianmian's head, looking towards the living room opposite.

He has lived here for nearly half a month, and he saw all the familiar layouts, but now he felt a little strange.

Mianmian wandered around the room, but couldn't find anything interesting, so she ran away with her tail raised, and went to the balcony to eat cat food.

Song Chuman looked at it from a distance, and his eyes swept around the living room again.

There is also surveillance here, but he has been with Lu Zhao every day since he came here. There is no need for Lu Zhao to pretend this for him. He said that he used it to see pets, so it shouldn't be all a lie to him.

In fact, it’s okay to say that the monitoring is fine, he just asked Lu Zhao to turn it off, as for the ones that Lu Zhao kept from him.

Song Chuman felt that he was too gentle just now, and he should be more aggressive and scold Lu Zhao well. Although Lu Zhao was hit by him, he didn't do it on purpose.

Most people always feel that they didn't perform well after quarreling or arguing, and Song Chuman is no exception, he doesn't even count as arguing with Lu Zhao.

It is still not possible to let him go so simply, Song Chuman thought to himself for a long time, then turned his gaze to the living room.

Song Chuman had been squatting at the door, his legs were numb, so he stood up and rubbed his knees.

Now... he kind of wants to go out.

When he came in, he was in a hurry, and his mobile phone was still on the coffee table.

It's so boring to be alone in the room, and he still wants to watch TV.

Song Chuman struggled for a while, and finally convinced himself, took two steps outside the door.

When he actually came out, he didn't seem to have any psychological burden. He walked to the sofa as usual, picked up his mobile phone and stuffed it into his pocket, and stood there without moving.

Is Lu Zhao looking at him at this moment?

Song Chuman later denied it himself. Lu Zhao is very busy at the company every day, so he should... have no time to spare.

Where will the surveillance be pressed?

Song Chuman looked around and found nothing suspicious.

He recalled that the pictures he saw on Lu Zhao's mobile phone were basically pictures taken from a high place. Song Chuman looked at the wall again, and his eyes were attracted by the clock hanging diagonally above the TV.

He took a closer look, and found a black circle in the middle of the clock with light shining in the middle.

The distance was still not close enough to be completely sure, so Song Chuman went to the restaurant and brought a chair over and stepped on it.

This time he saw clearly that there was indeed a small hole with a camera, and there was a faint blue light across the clock mirror.

It turned out that it was here, Song Chuman stared at it for a while, and reached out to touch the clock face.

The deep lens is like a strange eye, looking at him quietly, Lu Zhao said that this room only has the living room.

In the previous home, Song Chuman saw it with his own eyes, except for private areas such as rooms and bathrooms, there were other places.

He huddled on the sofa and watched TV alone, cooked and ate alone, walked through the quiet corridors and corners, and there was the same lens, always looking at him.

Song Chuman should be angry. Although he is in someone else's house, Lu Zhao shouldn't use surveillance to watch him without knowing it.

But at this moment, Song Chuman felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

For a split second, he wondered if he was getting sicker.

He has been alone for too long, and he also knows that he wants to be with him, but he never thought that this way would make him feel the attention of others.

He must be sick.Song Chuman silently withdrew his hand from the clock.

Suddenly, the central camera seemed to flicker, or it may have adjusted its direction slightly.

Song Chuman was almost frightened, but when he looked carefully, there was nothing abnormal, it seemed to be just his illusion.

"Lu Zhao?" He tried to shout.

Of course no one would answer, Song Chuman felt like a fool, got down and put the stool back to its original position, opened it and sat on the sofa watching TV as usual.

About an hour later, the door lock cylinder "clicked".

It was still far from Lu Zhao's time to get off work at noon. When Song Chuman sat up straight, Lu Zhao came in with a small printed paper bag in his hand.

"An'an, I'm back."

He took off his coat and hung it at the door, and came over with a bag: "An'an, I bought some biscuits and nougat."

Song Chuman had something on his mind in the morning, so he didn't eat much. He asked, "You didn't go to the company?"

After speaking, remembering that he was still angry with Lu Zhao, he turned his head and said, "Don't eat."

"I went there, there's nothing important today," Lu Zhao sat down on the other side of the sofa, and tactfully stayed away from him, "An'an, don't be angry."

Song Chuman said in a blunt tone, "It's not you who was cheated."

Lu Zhao continued to admit his mistake: "I'll turn off the monitoring right now, and I won't hide anything from you in the future. Forgive me, okay?"

"I like you so much," he looked intently at Song Chuman's side face, his voice was low and hoarse, "I can't control myself, I want to look at you all the time, I want you."

Song Chuman hugged the pillow in his arms, and the roots of his ears gradually turned pink.

Lu Zhao didn't know if he noticed, and continued, "You should be angry, you can hit me a few more times."

Song Chuman didn't want to hit him, but he was reminded. He glanced at him quietly, hesitated for a while and couldn't help but ask, "Is... serious in the morning?"

What he said was vague, but Lu Zhao understood, and said softly, "It still hurts."

Really still hurt?It can't be pretending.

Song Chuman was dubious, and looked at him secretly again, but he was too far away to see clearly.

Lu Zhao saw that his attitude had finally loosened, a smile appeared in his eyes, and his tone was still soft: "An'an, can you help me take a look?"

Knowing that he was probably coaxing, Song Chuman was still a little bit worried that he didn't keep his hand when he smashed it in the morning, maybe he would get bruised.

He didn't want to just follow Lu Zhao's wishes, so he said fiercely, "Close your eyes!"

Lu Zhao closed his eyes obediently, and heard him slowly approaching, and there was a warm touch on the brow bone.

Song Chuman took a closer look, and there was really a small piece of green on the eyebrow peak.

If it went any lower, it would hit Lu Zhao's eyes. Song Chuman felt a little guilty, and his hands were extremely gentle.

There seems to be some ointment at home, you can apply it on Lu Zhao...

Lu Zhao suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed Song Chuman's wrist, and hugged him into his arms.

Song Chuman was caught off guard, stunned for a moment, then struggled, and said angrily, "Who allowed you to move!"

Lu Zhao was stronger than him, and the two of them fell on the sofa. Song Chuman's hands were pressed down, and Lu Zhao lowered his head and bit the side of his neck lightly.

Song Chuman couldn't avoid it, he hummed aggrievedly, and let go of his struggle as if giving up on himself.

Lu Zhao quickly let go and pulled him up: "Don't be afraid, baby, don't be angry..."

He hugged the person thoroughly, finally put down his high-hanging heart, and let out a breath of foul air slowly.

Song Chuman's reaction was much better than he had imagined.

"You're a bastard..." Song Chuman cursed in a muffled voice, and he would never love Lu Zhao again next time.

"Well, I'm an asshole," Lu Zhao tentatively kissed his cheek and lips, "Swear more? Calm down."

His words seemed to say, you are too childish, you have no lethality at all.

Or does he just like to be abused?Song Chuman became even more angry, and bit Lu Zhao's chin with his mouth open.

He had a lot of strength, and his teeth were sharp. He opened his mouth and saw two rows of teeth marks, the deepest part of which was a little bit broken.

Lu Zhao could still laugh, stretched out his hand to touch Song Chuman's canine teeth, and said half in relief and half in approval: "It's promising."

Song Chuman pinched his face again, but in Lu Zhao's view, he was just like a child throwing a temper tantrum.

In the end, Song Chuman had nothing to do with him, so he pushed him away to watch TV on the other side of the sofa.

Lu Zhao chased after it, took a piece of nougat, peeled it and fed it to him.

Song Chuman didn't refuse, and opened his mouth to eat. Lu Zhao asked him, "Is it sweet?"

The nougat was soft, with chopped nuts added, it was sweet but not greasy. Song Chu didn't answer, and said after eating, "Actually, I lied to you about something."

Lu Zhao was taken aback, and subconsciously asked, "What?"

"I won't tell you," Song Chuman glanced at him, "it's about my ex-boyfriend."

He knew how much Lu Zhao cared about his "ex-boyfriend". Song Chuman said it, but he didn't tell him, making him feel bad.