Do you have a boyfriend

Tong Yihang took a sip of coffee to suppress this weird thought.

When he looked at Lu Zhao again at this time, he was already pleasing to the eye, but with the few capitals he said, plus Lu Zhao's face, there would definitely be all kinds of suitors. One good man...

This is not just a good man, this has to be an out-of-print good man that is rare in a century.

Although Tong Yihang is a single mother and fetus, he has never eaten pork but has seen pigs run, and he began to look at Lu Zhao with a different look...

He really didn't want to admit that Lu Zhao was perfect in many ways, except that he always felt that Lu Zhao was plotting against Song Chuman.

It is impossible for a person to be without flaws, but for a person like Lu Zhao, what would be his flaws?

Wait, Song Chuman said that it was Lu Zhao who cooked and washed dishes at home...they really lived together!

Tong Yihang took another sip of coffee, hesitant to speak.

For some things, you still have to ask Song Chuman alone.

Seeing that the topic no longer revolved around his "ex-boyfriend", Song Chuman breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned back on the chair.

Several people chatted about other things again, mostly Tong Yihang asked, Song Chuman answered, and Lu Zhao occasionally said a few words.

It was getting late, Lu Zhao took the initiative to invite Tong Yihang to go home with them for dinner, so that he and Song Chuman could chat again.

Song Chuman nodded in agreement: "Are you okay tonight?"

Before today, he still felt that Lu Zhao was not a good person, and now he was going to eat at his house... Tong Yihang touched his empty stomach, remembered the dinner that had not yet been settled, and finally agreed: "That would be too much." Thank you."

When he arrived at Lu Zhao's house, Tong Yihang discovered that he lived very close to Song Chuman's.

The decoration and environment of the house are good. At first glance, it is much better than the residential area that Song Chuman rented out.

Tong Yihang once mentioned to Song Chuman, asking him to rent a more expensive house, or buy it directly, he is obviously rich.

Song Chuman said it was not necessary, and he liked a remote place.

Living here with Lu Zhao now, I don't have those considerations anymore.

Mianmian found out that a stranger had come in and hid for a long time. Song Chuman helped Tong Yihang get clean slippers, and Lu Zhao carried the thing to the kitchen to prepare for cooking, only to find it under the sofa.

Tong Yihang bent down and took a look: "This is Lu Zhao's cat? How timid."

"It's not afraid of me," Song Chuman retorted, "it must be your problem."

He and Tong Yihang have known each other for a long time, and they didn't think too much about what they said. Lu Zhao was not here at this time, and Tong Yihang was no longer restrained: "What's wrong with me? I'm so handsome, handsome, gentle and amiable..."

Song Chu ignored him and coaxed him with toys and snacks for a while, then Mianmian gradually put down his guard and poked his head out.

It sniffed Tong Yihang's shoe, and finally no longer was afraid, squatting on the ground and flicking its tail.

Tong Yihang reached out and touched its head: "Yes, it looks so beautiful, what's its name?"

"Mianmian," Song Chuman got up with the cat in his arms, and sat on the sofa. "It's almost two years old, and Lu Zhao has raised it for more than a year."

Tong Yihang said dryly "Oh".

He looked around the living room, and there was a faint sound from the kitchen. Tong Yihang pushed Song Chuman with his elbow: "Cough... do you need help?"

Song Chuman shook his head: "No, Lu Zhao doesn't like other people in the kitchen."

Tong Yihang was silent for a while, then sighed: "Man Zai, is he really nice to you?"

"Hmm..." Song Chuman said weakly, "I like him, that's why I'm with him...I'm sorry, I didn't tell you before."

"Why are you apologizing..." Tong Yihang waved his hand, tilted his head to look at the corner of the living room, and said in a low voice, "It's not because of him that you broke up with the one in front?"

In a long-distance relationship, the person you like is always not around, and there will be many other conflicts. At this time, there is another suitor who is always caring...

Song Chuman shook his head: "No."

Although... there is a little relationship, but it is his fantasized boyfriend, and it will be shattered sooner or later.

Tong Yihang looked at him for a while, then sighed again: "I'm not afraid that you will be bullied... Also, why did you two live together so soon?"

He hates iron and steel: "Boys have to protect themselves well, your body... Pay more attention to it! You must take safety measures! Otherwise, it will be very bad for your health!"

Song Chuman was at a loss: "Huh?"

He wanted to say that they lived together on the first day they were together, and when he saw Tong Yihang's expression, he shut up again.

"What are you?" Tong Yihang lowered his voice, "I have to go abroad sooner or later, if Lu Zhao gets sick and is busy, who will take care of you?"

He felt that since the two had already lived together, it was impossible that nothing had happened. The young man always took his body seriously, and only regretted it except for his faults.

Song Chuman still didn't understand what he was talking about, like playing a charade.

The brain circuits of the two were not on the same line, and Tong Yihang finally realized something was wrong after talking back and forth several times.

He was surprised, and asked politely, "Which room do you sleep in at night?"

Song Chuman vaguely understood, and pointed to a room: "Guest room..."

The corner of Tong Yihang's mouth twitched.

It turned out that he had misunderstood... The cohabitation was really cohabitation, but they didn't do anything.

"Okay," Tong Yihang leaned on the back of the sofa chair, sat up straight again, and said seriously: "Then you have to listen to what I just said, I don't know much about this, so take the time to read more See information."

He felt like a worried old mother holding on.

Song Chuman knew what he was talking about this time, and his face flushed slightly: "Understood, thank you."

The TV was turned on, and Song Chuman asked Tong Yihang to choose a channel. Tong Yihang pressed the remote control and said, "Don't think I'm long-winded, I'm really worried about you, otherwise I wouldn't have asked you to come abroad to meet me. Together."

"I know." Song Chuman thought for a while, and told him the recent situation of the Cao family.

He hid Lu Zhao from him at first, only saying that with Lu Zhao's help, the Cao family is living a miserable life now, not only the company went bankrupt, the house was gone, and there was not much money left.

Tong Yihang was stunned, and it took him a long time to nod his head: "This is not bad, this is really not bad."

Song Chuman probably didn't understand much, but Tong Yihang did. Even if Cao's company encountered problems, it would not be as simple as he said if it wanted to completely collapse, and Lu Zhao had his heart set on it.

Tong Yihang had a new impression of Lu Zhao.

He sighed, and suddenly gossiped: "How many times has Lu Zhao been in love before you?"

Song Chuman whispered: "He said, no."

Tong Yihang: "..."

How could he listen, so unreal.

"Don't lie to you," Tong Yihang dubiously said, "He's two or three years older than me, it can't be."

Song Chuman didn't know how to refute, so he could only say, "Why did he lie to me?"

Tong Yihang didn't answer, the more he thought about it, the more strange he became.

No one is perfect, Lu Zhao can't be perfect everywhere, he must be hiding something deeply.

He frowned, took Song Chuman's hand, pushed his cuff up, and looked around his neck for signs of wounds and the like.

There is nothing, Song Chuman's skin is clean, white and tender, and he is well nourished at first glance.

Tong Yihang breathed a sigh of relief, and put Song Chuman's sleeves away.

Lu Zhao stewed the ribs, and happened to see this scene when he came out to pour a glass of water.

He came out to drink water just to see what Song Chuman and Tong Yihang were talking about, immediately suppressed the corners of his mouth, and stopped at the corner of the living room.

"An'an," he shouted, waving at Song Chuman, "come here."

Song Chuman didn't notice his expression, got up and ran over: "What's wrong?"

Lu Zhao hugged him with one arm, while straightening his coat which was messed up by Tong Yihang just now, he asked casually, "What are you talking about?"

"It's nothing." Song Chuman was a little unaccustomed to being so intimate with Lu Zhao in front of others, his ears turned red, "I'm watching TV."

Lu Zhao said "Yes", then bowed his head and kissed Song Chuman's lips: "I'm a little busy here, can you come and help me?"

Of course Song Chuman would not refuse, and nodded his head like a pounding garlic. Lu Zhao took his hand and smiled at Tong Yihang before leaving: "You can stay at home as you like."

He didn't smile, his eyes were indifferent, he turned his head and walked away.

Tong Yihang was left alone in the living room, wrapping his coat tightly and scratching his head.

After entering the kitchen, Lu Zhao closed the door behind his back.

Before Song Chuman noticed, the pork ribs in the pot were stewing. He took a closer look and looked around: "What do you want me to do?"

Lu Zhao approached from behind, took off his apron and put his arms around his waist: "Don't do anything."

Song Chu was puzzled, turned around, and leaned his back against the edge of the cabinet: "It's not you who said..."

The jealousy and displeasure in Lu Zhao's eyes almost turned into substance: "What was he doing to you just now?"

"Just now?" Song Chuman shook his head blankly, "I don't know, he suddenly pulled my sleeve."

"And then?" Lu Zhao pulled up Song Chuman's sleeves again and checked carefully, "Did he touch you?"

Song Chuman shook his head quickly: "No."

Although he didn't understand what Tong Yihang meant, he knew it was definitely not what Lu Zhao thought.

Lu Zhao held Song Chuman's slender wrist, pondered for a while and understood.

He chuckled: "How much prejudice does this have against me?"

Song Chu was full of doubts, Lu Zhao pinched the tip of his nose, and explained: "He is afraid that I will abuse you domestically."

"Domestic violence?" Song Chuman asked in surprise.

"Forget it today," Lu Zhao's anger subsided, but his jealousy was still there, "Don't let him touch you again next time."

Knowing that he cared, Song Chuman tilted his head and leaned in front of him: "He also had good intentions, but it wasn't on purpose...and who told you to come out so coincidentally?"

"Is that my fault?" Lu Zhao looked indifferently, looking down at Song Chuman in his arms, "Aren't you afraid that I will really bully you?"

Song Chuman blinked, without any precautions. The next moment, the tip of his chin was pinched by Lu Zhao. Lu Zhao looked at him for a moment, and his eyes fell on the side of his smooth neck.

The spareribs in the pot were still gurgling, Song Chuman finally pushed Lu Zhao away, touched the red mark on his neck and glared at him: "Are you a dog?"

The pain is not very painful, but Lu Zhao stayed for too long, and the marks must have left. He didn't wear a turtleneck sweater today, and Tong Yihang will definitely see it when he goes out later...

Lu Zhao turned a deaf ear, hugged Song Chuman again, and made another one above the mark just now.

Song Chuman was really angry and kicked him: "You are so annoying..."

"You think I'm annoying now?" Lu Zhao snorted coldly, "I haven't asked you yet in the coffee shop this afternoon."

Song Chuman had a bad feeling in his heart, and he heard Lu Zhao say, "Do you still have the photo of your ex?"