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Lu Zhao also hired a few servants. When he came in just now, Song Chuman saw someone tending the flowers in the yard.

He asked in a low voice, "Go upstairs and have a look?"

Song Chuman hugged him and did not let go, he raised his head after a long time: "Yes."

Lu Zhao stroked the corner of his eyes gently, and sighed inaudibly: "Do you not like this place, let's go back?"

"No, I like it," Song Chuman rubbed his palm and emphasized, "I like it very much!"

Lu Zhao felt relieved: "Okay."

He led Song Chuman around the house and took him to his previous room.

The outside public areas just need to buy the same or similar furniture, the rooms are not good, except for the made bed, the desk and bookcase are empty.

But Song Chuman actually had the impression that in the photo album he went to Lu's house to look through during the Chinese New Year, there were a few photos taken by Lu Zhao in this room.

He remembered that the layout of the house was basically the same as it is now. There was a wall of awards on the right side, and Lu Zhao even stood in front of it and took a group photo.

Lu Zhao only arranged this room, he didn't go to the other rooms very much before, and it's not important at this time, so he didn't care.

The sheets and quilts were all new, Song Chuman lay on it and rolled around, buried his face in the soft quilt and inhaled, as if he had returned to his childhood, he really followed Lu Zhao to his home.

After seeing this, Lu Zhao took him to another place, and Song Chuman reluctantly left the room.

There is a spacious open-air balcony on the second floor, with a circle of flowers and plants and deck chairs in the middle.

The sun was facing this way, and the reclining chair was very big. Lu Zhao sat on it, and Song Chuman followed closely.

Song Chuman took the initiative to kiss Lu Zhao, like a clingy kitten: "Brother..."

Lu Zhao said "hmm", pinched his chin deeply, let go and asked, "Do you want to stay here for a few days? You can come here anytime you want in the future. If you don't like it, you can sell it."

He secretly prepared these, just to surprise Song Chuman, this place is farther away from the company, after all it is inconvenient, Lu Zhao does not plan to stay for a long time.

Of course, if Song Chuman wanted to stay, he could make other arrangements.

"Okay," Song Chuman nodded obediently, and he looked around: "It will cost a lot of money, right?"

Leaving aside the Song family’s house next door, Cao Qiyun sold it cheaply at the beginning, but it’s different here, and after so many years, all the furnishings must have been very different from the original ones, and it would take time, effort and money to restore them to their original appearance.

"It won't cost much," Lu Zhao only said, "The original owner planned to sell it."

Song Chuman didn't quite believe it, but he couldn't get evidence: "Okay..."

He likes it here very much and doesn't want to sell it, and the neighbors don't matter.

"Then stay for a few days," Song Chuman counted Lu Zhao's eyelashes one by one, calculating the time, "You are going to the company on the 27th, we can leave on the 25th, and we can still play here for three days!"

"En." Lu Zhao moved his lips, but hesitated to speak.

They drove here in the morning, and it was time for lunch. Lu Zhaoyi also invited the aunt who was cooking. They had a holiday for three days and did not plan to cook.

But although he didn't cook it himself, he had to arrange what to eat one by one. When Song Chuman went to the dining room at noon, he saw the dishes on the table, and they were all bland at first glance.

Song Chuman thought it was because his aunt didn't know their taste, so he sat down at the dining table: "I want to eat spicy chicken at night, and cold salad is also fine."

Lu Zhao said, "You can't eat too spicy food these days."

Song Chuman was confused: "Why?"

He has always been able to eat spicy food, and Lu Zhao often cooks dishes with stronger flavors, why can't he eat them these days?Is there any special reason?

Lu Zhao raised his eyes and said meaningfully, "I'll tell you later."

Song Chuman didn't think much about it. Auntie's cooking skills are very good. He tasted a few dishes and forgot about it.

In the afternoon, the two were strolling in the garden to bask in the sun. Song Chuman found the bench where Lu Zhao had taken pictures before, and asked Lu Zhao to sit on it and take a new photo.

He created a separate album called "Brother", and moved all the photos of Lu Zhao in the album into it.

Only then did Song Chuman realize that there were very few photos of Lu Zhao in his phone, except for the one just now, all of them were taken against the photos.

He fiddled with his phone, taking this opportunity to take several photos of Lu Zhao, and saved them all.

Lu Zhao approached: "Okay?"

Song Chuman showed it to him, touched the tip of his nose: "It seems that we...haven't taken a photo together."

Although they are together all day long and can see each other when they look up, the preserved photos have a different meaning.

Lu Zhao was still flipping through the photos with his mobile phone, and immediately pointed out the front camera and raised his hand, Song Chuman quickly stood up straight and looked at the camera with a good expression.

Lu Zhao hugged him closer, and the two leaned close to each other, and then pressed the button in the middle.

Song Chuman wanted to reach out to take a look, but Lu Zhao suddenly turned his head and kissed him on the face.

He was startled, turned his head subconsciously, and Lu Zhao's kiss landed on his lips.

When he got the phone, the picture of Lu Zhao kissing him just now was also photographed, and Song Chuman could still see his slightly wide-open eyes and the red tips of his ears.

His face turned redder, as if he was looking at some strange photo. Song Chuman gave Lu Zhao a weak look, and lowered his head to save the photo.

Lu Zhao probably didn't like taking pictures very much, or didn't like using his mobile phone. Except for handling work and sending messages and making calls, Song Chuman had never seen him do anything else with his mobile phone.

Song Chuman glanced at Lu Zhao's jacket pocket.

He even created a new photo album to save photos of him and them. Didn't Lu Zhao say anything when he saw it?

Song Chuman is very frank now, he can say whatever he has, and usually doesn't hold back, because Lu Zhao can always satisfy his request.

Plus he was happy today, Song Chuman hugged Lu Zhao's arm, his eyes were full of anticipation and resentment: "Don't you save my photos?"

Lu Zhao pinched his cheek: "How do you know I didn't save it?"

"Huh?" Song Chuman stood up straight and reached out to touch the phone in Lu Zhao's pocket.

The password has not been changed, and it is still the same as before. Song Chuman opened the photo album and flipped through it.

Lu Zhao saves very few photos, and there is also a private album that requires a password.

He said self-consciously, "It's also your birthday."

After entering the password, Song Chuman clicked on the private photo album, and was stunned to see the photos in it, his cheeks and ears gradually turned red.

There are dozens of photos in it, all of them are of him, but he has no impression at all.

Looking carefully, these were all taken without his knowledge, most of them were his sleeping face, those on the sofa, under the quilt, and those leaning against Lu Zhao's arms.

In addition, there were some photos taken by Lu Zhao quietly. Song Chuman turned forward, and there was even his back on the street.

Looking at the time, it was when he first met Lu Zhao, but Song Chuman couldn't remember the exact date.

Lu Zhao embraced him from behind: "I was discovered by you."

There was no sign of panic in his tone, he rested his chin on Song Chuman's shoulder and watched with him.

Song Chuman withdrew from the album, he opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, and slowly returned the phone to Lu Zhao.

The photos...the photos don't matter.

He didn't make a sound, Lu Zhao was worried that he was unhappy, pressed his shoulders and turned him to face himself, only to find that his face was very red.

Having been together for so long, Lu Zhao had vaguely guessed Song Chuman's special liking, and now he understood that Song Chuman was not unhappy.

Lu Zhao didn't ask any more questions, and pulled open his coat to cover Song Chuman: "It's a bit windy, why don't you go upstairs?"

Although the weather is good today, the sun is covered and it is still cold, Song Chuman replied: "Yeah."

Dinner was still relatively light. After eating, Song Chuman wanted to go shopping nearby, and because it was too cold at night, he didn't want to go out, so he watched TV at home.

The surrounding furnishings were unfamiliar, but Song Chuman was extremely relaxed, leaning on the spacious sofa with Lu Zhao.

He was especially clingy today, asking Lu Zhao for kisses from time to time, and Lu Zhao gradually became agitated.

He had other plans, and kissed Song Chuman: "Honey, you bought the wrong one last time, so I bought it again."

Song Chu returned to the basket with full consciousness, and repeated stammeringly: "You, you bought it again?"

Now he also knew why Lu Zhaotian said not to eat spicy food.

It turned out that he had planned it long ago. Song Chuman felt the crisis and turned around to run away.

Lu Zhao pulled him back: "Don't be afraid, I won't force you."

As long as Song Chuman is unwilling, he will not do anything.

He comforted him a few more words, and Song Chuman relaxed a little.

The two of them naturally sleep together at night, the room here is slightly smaller, and the bed is also a single bed.

Although it was not much different from the original one, Song Chuman still felt different after lying down on it, especially since he was sleeping on the inner side against the wall, and Lu Zhao would feel oppressive as long as he approached sideways.

Before going to sleep, Song Chuman was pressed against the wall and kissed.

Song Chuman could feel his urgent thoughts, and because he forcibly suppressed them, no matter how gentle the kiss was, there was a ruthlessness in it.

In the end, Lu Zhao had to go to the bathroom to calm down, while Song Chuman sat on the bed and reflected.

What else is he afraid of now?He also likes Lu Zhao, very much.

Although... But Lu Zhao is very considerate of his feelings most of the time, he should...

Lu Zhao was in the separate small bathroom of the room. Song Chuman finished his psychological preparation and lifted the quilt to get out of bed.

He stood in front of the bathroom door and turned the handle.

**

They slept until noon the next day, and Lu Zhao fed Song Chuman some lunch.

Lu Zhao also specially arranged dishes to nourish his body. Song Chuman was taken care of very well, had no other discomfort, and recovered quickly.

The two stayed here for three full days before returning home. Because Song Chuman was still not feeling well, Lu Zhao found a driver instead of driving by himself.

He sat in the back seat with Song Chuman and let Song Chuman lean on him.

After returning home, Lu Zhao postponed going to the company for a day, and waited for Song Chuman to be alive and kicking before starting again.

After more than half a month, Song Chuman came to Lu Zhao's company again, and many employees were a little surprised.

Although Lu Zhao has never brought anyone here before, he is a man after all, no matter how much he likes him, can Dong Lu and the others agree?

Especially that time Lu's father and Lu's mother came to the company together, but Lu Zhao disappeared and quietly took Song Chuman away. Many employees knew about it.

So some people privately speculated that the two would break up sooner or later.

As a result, not only did they not break up, but the relationship seemed to be better.

Song Chuman didn't know anything about it. He woke up too early in the morning, and just went to the rest room to catch up on sleep, and was woken up by Lu Zhao.

Xiao Fang happened to come in to deliver the materials, Song Chuman was no longer shy, he yawned and remained motionless.

Lu Zhao rubbed Song Chuman's hair, and said to Xiaofang, "Order a restaurant with a lighter taste for lunch."

Just as Xiao Fang was about to agree, Song Chuman became displeased: "Why are you eating bland food again? I'm already fully healed."

Lu Zhao was silent for a moment, then compromised: "Okay, then let's go home and eat, shall we? I'll make it for you."

It's more reassuring to do it yourself.

Song Chuman nodded and leaned against him again.

Xiao Fang saw that he had nothing to do, so he left silently.