What should I do if the avatar is getting more and more cute?

The live broadcast between the two of them ended, and it didn't take long for various websites to spread the word.

As soon as the news came out, Chenxing.com stopped procrastinating, and after making a secret, announced the oath and the signing background of the three and two people.

The name only reveals the last name, and the ID number only reveals the last one.

It is indeed not the same person.

At the same time, the police also issued a report.

【Notice on Zhang Moumou and Li Moumou's Illegal Dissemination of False Information】

The matter finally came to light, and those fans who were fighting for the three can finally feel proud.

After Song Ling posted the donation receipt, he also logged off Weibo as the live broadcast said, but the fans clamored that they did not want it.

[You can close your pen and quit the circle, but you can be an emotional blogger, show off your affection, post selfies, and sprinkle dog food]

[We can also listen to the swear words told to Sange, we are all adults]

[You don't need fans, but you need our blessings. 】

[Is it just me who noticed the string of balances? 】

[I also noticed, a lot. 】

But Song Ling ignored it, and logged out of Weibo, as well as his account on Chenxing.com.

Hundreds of thousands of fans flocked to Zhou Qingluo's Weibo, leaving messages every day asking the two of them to share sugar in the same frame.

But Zhou Qingluo didn't have the mind to take care of Weibo. Real life is a mess. First, the two comics "Broken Cocoon" and "Chasing the Light" signed animation copyrights, and the three also became popular, and were rated as Chenxing.com. Tomorrow's star, so all kinds of characters come in one after another, such as caring and talented cartoonists, the ceiling of beauty in the comic circle, etc.

Then comes anxiety, no amount of hard work can beat amazing talent, and so on.

Seeing these remarks, Zhou Qingluo laughed, and Zhenger Bajing sent a Weibo to clarify.

[I'm not a talent party, my talent is that I work very hard, do you think top students don't read books?They were thinking about the topic before going to bed. When you chatted at night, he replayed today's learning content in his mind. He just made progress secretly where you couldn't see it, and then surprised you, understand? /Wow]

Because of these remarks, Sange has countless fans.

At the same time, some people are waiting for an apology under oath.

But the oath seemed to have disappeared from this world, without making a sound, no matter how the outside world abused and ridiculed him, he remained silent, as if the protagonist of the whole incident was not him.

Netizens waited thousands of times, and finally waited until they swore to update Weibo.

[Sorry, I will donate all the proceeds from the comics, and I will withdraw from the circle from now on, declaring that I am not Sange, and then I apologize to Xiao Zishu, I was not the one who bought your mother's matcha mousse cake back then, it was my mistake, kindness Never disappoints. 】

The accompanying picture is a donation receipt.

At this moment, Jiang Shiyan was in the VIP lounge of the airport, wrapped up tightly, typing on the keyboard with trembling hands.

He searched for Xiao Zishu's Weibo, and she had already logged out of Weibo, as well as her account on Chenxing Comics.com.

His cartoons are no longer encouraging and praising, but insulting and cursing.

Song Ling said that before he met Zhou Qingluo, he was luckier than him at any time.

Song Ling was right, he used to have flowers and applause, and could live a happy life, but he didn't cherish it.

Because of his cowardice and greed, he played a good deck of cards to pieces.

Jiang Shiyan closed the computer and closed his eyes.

Once there was a boy who held his hand tightly and wanted to escape this place with him.

And that young man finally met the real light and survived strong in this place, but he left in embarrassment and sarcasm. Entangled with illness, living a humble life.

These will come sooner or later, this is probably the reincarnation of heaven.

The next one to suffer retribution will be Baomu Group, which has been trying to control everything for so many years.

Mother Jiang came over and took away his computer, "Shi Yan, don't look at it, put it away."

"Mom and Dad, have you sorted out Baomu's evidence?"

Jiang's mother: "Shi Yan, let's go abroad to treat illnesses, don't bother with these things, okay, parents' company has been sold, let's go abroad to live a good life."

Jiang Shiyan: "Song Jinyi is my demon, if he doesn't fall, I won't get better."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"Leave it to Song Ling."

This turmoil actually reminded Song Ling.

He has been living so comfortably and happily recently that he has forgotten that there is a group of talented wolves behind him.

Song Ling found out that Zhang Moumou and Li Moumou who spread the rumors were the heads of a studio, but that studio was just a leather bag company and had never taken over the navy business. With these two people, they couldn't cause such a big storm. .

Hearing that Song Xuelian was seriously ill, Song Ling bought a bunch of Juliet roses and went to the hospital to visit her.

Song Jinyi is busy with work, and the VIP ward is guarded at every level, as if the person living in it is some kind of key protection object.

When Song Ling came to the hospital, he was stopped by bodyguards.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Song ordered that no one is allowed to visit."

Song Ling sneered and stared at the bodyguard expressionlessly.

The bodyguard was a little apprehensive. This Second Young Master Song was psychopathic and had anti-social tendencies. When he stared at people coldly, he felt like he was going to drag people to hell.

Song Ling asked directly: "Who do you think Song Jinyi or I will live longer?"

The bodyguard froze for a moment, but still didn't move away.

Song Ling said calmly, "Song Xuelian and Song Zhaoguang haven't divorced yet. I'm Song Zhaoguang's own son. Do you think I have the right to inherit?"

The bodyguard was dumbfounded. He never expected that the struggle between the rich and powerful is not a turbulent undercurrent.

Song Ling smiled, leaned close to the bodyguard's ear and whispered, "I donated a building to the primary school affiliated to University A, and there is a place. Your son should be in primary school in the second half of the year."

The bodyguard was taken aback, and pursed his lips.

What is killing and punishing one's heart, this is called killing and punishing one's heart, what kind of school is the primary school affiliated to A University, a school whose annual salary cannot buy a square meter of school district housing.

He coughed, and said to his subordinates: "Second Young Master Song is going to visit his wife, they are all a family, what can stop you?"

Song Ling laughed, "Call me when you sign up."

After speaking, he walked into the ward with flowers in his hands.

Song Ling looked at this arrogant and domineering only daughter of a wealthy family who had been envied and yearned for by countless people, but now she was exhausted and was lying on the hospital bed lingering on her last breath.

She already possesses extraordinary wealth and resources, and her life path is broad and broad. If she can face up to her mental illness and treat it well, then she will have a brilliant and beautiful life.

Song Ling threw away the fresh baby's breath in the vase, and inserted the Juliet roses he bought.

Song Xuelian heard the movement, opened her eyes weakly, saw Juliet Rose by the bed, glanced at it with disgust, raised her hand with all her strength, and tried to overturn the vase.

Unexpectedly, Song Ling grabbed her trembling wrist, forced it back into the quilt, then tucked the corner of the quilt intimately, and looked at her coldly.

Song Xuelian was wearing an oxygen mask, her chest rose and fell, "There is surveillance here, you, what do you want to do."

Song Ling pulled out the chair and sat down, picked out an apple from the fruit basket, and peeled it slowly.

He's peeling really well now, the peel is thin and even, with no breaks from tip to tip.

The ward was eerily quiet, only the rustling sound of the knife point piercing the peel. Song Xuelian was holding on to the oxygen mask, seeming very nervous, for fear that Song Ling would pull out his oxygen mask.

After Song Ling finished peeling the apple, he looked up at Song Xuelian coolly.

Song Ling took a bite of the apple and chewed it slowly, "Ms. Song, if Baomu goes bankrupt and you go underground, how are you going to explain to your father?"

Song Xuelian blinked her eyes, and pointed at him with all her strength: "Get out, get out, you bastard."

Song Ling ignored her crazy words, "Song Jinyi is a bastard. Song Jinyi probably won't know who his father is until he dies. Are you sad or not?"

Song Xuelian's face was pale, and she felt that someone was holding a knife and stabbing her weak spots and wounds frantically, but she was powerless to fight back.

She wanted to raise her hand and ring the bell to call the doctor, but Song Ling stopped her.

Song Ling: "I heard that you and Yan Sheng are college classmates."

Song Xuelian closed her eyes, panting heavily.

"Don't worry, I will finish Baomu before you and Song Jinyi go to hell."

Song Ling took out a Juliet rose from the vase, pulled off the flowers and leaves, and sprinkled it on Song Xuelian's body, like a funeral.

He stuffed the bare stem back into the vase, looked at Song Xuelian coldly, turned and left.

This turmoil Zhou Qingluo didn't take it too seriously, and he didn't have time to take care of Weibo, because he was already too busy in the third dimension. All the heroes in "Breaking the Devil" were designed and entered the next round of intensive training. Lin Qi was very demanding, and Zhou Qingluo took the trouble to help him correct it over and over again.

Lin Qi was a little embarrassed, but Zhou Qingluo kept his original promise, no matter how many times he changed it, he never complained.

Lin Qi: "Zhou Qingluo, I don't mind if you beat me to death after the project is successful."

Zhou Qingluo shook his head: "If I beat you to death, I'll have to go to jail, it's not worth it."

Lin Qi: "Yes, you are someone else's darling, and you still have a lot of good life."

As soon as Lin Qi finished speaking, everyone in the office booed.

Zhou Qingluo was shy at first, but he continued to fight with them over time, and now he retorts, "You guys are just jealous."

His rebuttal was spurned by everyone.

Zhou Qingluo smiled without saying a word. At some point, he seemed to have acquired some of Song Ling's thick skin.

Unexpectedly, this thick-skinned feeling is really not bad.

Zhou Qingluo: "I'll take a leave of absence this Friday afternoon, and my dad's restaurant will open on Saturday."

Lin Qi: "OK."

As soon as Lidong passed, Zhou Shoulin's new restaurant finally opened.

Zhou Shoulin thought that Zhou Qingluo was not the material to inherit the mantle. He recruited two apprentices a while ago and taught them selflessly. The apprentices were of good character, humble and obedient. They also went to the store to help, it seemed that Zhou Qingluo and Song Ling were particularly redundant.

Song Ling and Zhou Qingluo stopped being in the way in the front hall, and hid in the backyard to pick vegetables. Zhou Qingluo looked at Zhou Shoulin with a resentful face, and he treated his two apprentices more warmly than him, and snorted disdainfully.

Song Ling added fuel and vinegar: "Who told you to run to the mountain city? It's so far away. My own father won't want you."

Zhou Qingluo rolled his eyes at him fiercely.

Song Ling: "It's just me, who is absolutely infatuated. I still treat you like a treasure and hold you in my hands."

Zhou Qingluo couldn't bear it anymore, and threw a vegetable leaf at him, "The soil is dead, shut up."

"What's wrong with the soil, just tell the truth."

Zhou Qingluo lowered his head to pick vegetables, glanced at Zhou Shoulin, and laughed, "My father's life is getting better and better. It is said that several old ladies want to be my stepmothers."

Hearing this, Song Ling sighed.

Zhou Qingluo: "Why are you sighing?"

Song Ling was dejected: "I have a bad life."

Zhou Qingluo sneered, "What's wrong with your life?"

"Sex life."

"..."

"Once a week, is this still a man?"

"..." How dare he say it, his one time is probably worth a week for others!

"sorrow."

Zhou Qingluo couldn't help swearing: "Can you be more serious!"

Song Ling glanced at him indifferently, "Am I not serious now? It's not like you haven't seen me when I was not serious."

"..." Numb.

On the first day of the restaurant's opening, everyone was exhausted after a busy day. Song Ling's mouth was tired, and Zhou Qingluo's ears were tired.

After finishing their work during the day, the members of the Red Star Brick Manufacturers gathered in the small yard of Zhou Qingluo's house at night.

Da Biao drank two glasses of wine, his cheeks flushed with joy, he happily scratched the back of his head, and said in a loud voice: "Today is the day Uncle Zhou opens the shop, it is a good day, and I also have a big good day." I can’t hold back the news anymore, I can’t help but share it with everyone, so that everyone is happy and happy, double happiness.”

Speaking of good news, everyone's attention was attracted by him.

Da Biao: "Song Zhaoguang was sentenced. He was sentenced for several crimes. The circumstances were bad. He was sentenced to 20 years. At that time, the money for the relocation of the brick factory also came down. Everyone has a share!"

The crowd cheered.

Aunt Li gritted her teeth: "Everyone is happy, and evil is rewarded with evil. After 20 years of imprisonment, he is in his seventies and eighties, and he is not far away from death. Our little Song is also suffering. With Song Zhaoguang, a scumbag father, we can see the sun now." Understand."

Next to Song Ling, Zhou Qingluo asked with a smile, "Are you happy?"

Song Ling smiled and nodded, "Evil is rewarded with evil, happy."

"The legal opening is back, and the bad guys will be punished. You will get better and better in the future."

Song Ling smiled and nodded.

Da Biao: "Baomu Group is almost doomed. I heard that Song Xuelian has been seriously ill recently, and Song Jinyi didn't know when he would belch too. I don't want these two people to die like this. It would be nice if such a heartless business was punished before their eyes."

Aunt Li: "It's a pity, for our evidence, they will come up with a Song Zhaoguang and a Zhou Yunqian to take the blame, and the matter will be over, and the case will not be brought down."

Everyone was discussing happily, only one person had a pale face and was out of tune with the others.

This man is Uncle Zhou.

Uncle Zhou made a bang, and the teacup in his hand was not held firmly, and it spilled all over the floor.

The people who were cheering fell silent and looked at Uncle Zhou.

Uncle Zhou subconsciously muttered to himself: "Song Ling, is Song Zhaoguang's son?"

Da Biao: "That's right, last time Song Zhaoguang wanted to take him back, but we beat him away."

Aunt Li: "This child has suffered a lot. I don't know how many crimes he has suffered in these years."

Zhou Shoulin: "Everything is fine now."

"Yes, everything is fine."

Uncle Zhou certainly knew how difficult it was for Song Ling.

When his son Zhou Yunqian first started working, he was once drunk and threw himself into his arms, breaking down and crying.

Crying about how perverted his boss Song Zhaoguang is, he used those inhuman methods on a child, drew his blood, and transfused it to the sick elder son.

He asked Zhou Yunqian to resign, but Zhou Yunqian cried and said that the annual salary was so high that he couldn't bear it.

After that, Zhou Yunqian stayed in Baomu all the time, his position got higher and higher, and he earned more and more money, but he talked less and less, and people became more and more indifferent. As soon as his child was born, he started talking about going abroad.

It turned out to be the case.

It turned out to be Song Ling.

The irony is that it was snowing heavily that day, when his car broke down on the way back from visiting the prison, it was Song Ling who rescued him.

After Zhou Yunqian was imprisoned, the neighbors who favored him in the past rejected him, but now Zhou Shoulin is helping him.

He felt ashamed, like an executioner, pretending to know nothing, mingling with a group of good people, thinking he had been redeemed and reborn.

Da Biao sighed: "Hey, if Baomu doesn't fall, it will still be a threat to Xiao Song."

Zhou Shoulin said bitterly: "I'm afraid, if they hurt Xiao Song again, we'll go up together. Didn't Song Zhaoguang be sent in by us last time?"

"Yes, now that the information is transparent and open, Baomu Group and the others still want to cover the sky with their hands, and sooner or later they will show their feet."

Uncle Zhou's face was pale, and the hand holding the teacup was shaking.

Zhou Shoulin noticed something was wrong with him, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Uncle Zhou: "Oh, it's okay, I'm just a little cold."

Zhou Shoulin stood up and toasted: "Don't talk about this, thank you for your help during this time, our restaurant has finally opened smoothly, let's raise a glass!"

At this time, Song Ling wrapped his arms around Zhou Qingluo's waist and whispered in his ear: "Qing Luo, we should be so lively when we get married."

Zhou Qingluo: "Okay."

"Are you going to wait for me?"

"Where are you going? Ask me to wait for you."

"You have to wait for me. Now that the whole network knows that you are my sweetheart, I must have you."

"it is good."

"When the time comes, let's live in a more harmonious way. It's the same as that night. You lie on the balcony and I stand behind you. Let's watch the starry sky and the lights together."