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

What to do if you get angry.

Song Ling searched casually, and came up with a lot of answers, many of which were nonsense such as "try to communicate", and the few answers that were somewhat operable were also very strange.

For example: [If you are an ordinary friend, eat hot pot skewers, two meals if one meal is not enough, if you are a girlfriend, eat hot pot skewers, two meals if one meal is not enough, see you in bed if you have enough. 】

eat hot pot?

Skewers?

What the hell.

[What's so good about being angry?It must be that person who has a bad temper. 】

Song Ling snorted when he saw this reply.

You are right, it must be that person has a bad temper and is angry for no reason.

Song Ling threw down his phone, turned on the computer, and tried to concentrate on his work, but Zhou Qingluo's stinky face was always lingering in his mind, disturbing him.

He closed the computer anxiously and called Jiao Zuo.

As soon as Jiao Zuo connected, Song Ling asked before "Hello", "If someone makes you angry, and then treats you to hot pot and skewers, will you calm down?"

At this time, Jiao Zuo was racing outside with others, running around the mountain road. He got No. 1 and was celebrating enthusiastically when he received this inexplicable call from Song Ling.

Jiao Zuo: "Huh?"

Song Ling: "Didn't you hear that?"

"I heard, you want to coax Jiang Shiyan, that bastard? No comment."

"not him."

"what??"

Jiao Zuo was a little overwhelmed. Besides Jiang Shiyan, who else could condescend Young Master Song to consult him about emotions and sophistication?

"Who is that?"

Song Ling was silent for a moment, not intending to answer this question, and said coldly, "Oh, you don't like spicy food, you're dead."

Jiao Zuo quickly said: "Don't hang up, don't hang up, let me help you ask others if it's okay?"

"Okay, you ask."

Jiao Zuo asked the people around him: "If you are angry, I treat you to hot pot and skewers, will you calm down?"

The people around are celebrating the new level of racing results, and it seems that the focus on the left is not in line with the atmosphere.

But seeing Jiao Zuo's serious look, the person who answered his words was puzzled.

In this warm celebration moment, asking this kind of question, is he playing some interesting tricks that he doesn't know?

He turned his head and asked the next person, "If you're angry, and I treat you to hot pot and skewers, will you calm down?"

Jiao Zuo: "..."

This less-than-smart team becomes a mouthpiece, and the problem turns to the last one.

The last person finally got a little smarter: "What do you mean?"

Everyone shrugged their shoulders and looked towards Jiao Zuo.

Jiao Zuo also shrugged, covered the receiver, and said in a low voice, "Song Ling is on the phone."

Everyone looked disgusted: "He wants to coax Jiang Shiyan again?"

Jiao Zuo shook his head, "Not this time."

Everyone paused, scrambling to express their opinions sincerely.

"I eat spicy food, I will calm down."

"I don't eat spicy food, so I don't think I will calm down."

"I think it's better to eat barbecue, whether it's spicy or not."

After collecting opinions, Jiao Zuo concluded: "Those who eat spicy food will lose their anger, and those who don't eat spicy food will not lose their anger. You can also eat barbecue, whether it is spicy or not."

Song Ling: "Okay."

Song Ling hung up the phone, and everyone looked at Jiao Zuo.

Although Song Ling is the illegitimate son of the Song family, mainstream sons and gentlemen are unwilling to have too much contact with him, but there is always a group of rebellious non-mainstream people, such as Jiao Zuo, who are willing to play with Song Ling.

After all, Song Ling is a hanger. He dared not do anything like racing, bungee jumping and skydiving. If he was given a balance steel bar, he would dare to walk on the tightrope.

Even if the game is played well, it only takes a few minutes to score.

Everyone has a strong mentality, and who doesn't want to lie down and win with such teammates.

But he just likes Jiang Shiyan, who is a mother-in-law, and controls people to death, so Song Ling never takes them to play anymore.

They gave Jiang Shiyan a nickname - Beast Trainer, who trapped a wolf into a pug.

After a long silence, someone finally asked: "Brother Jiao, is Song Ling finally freed from Jiang Shiyan's PUA?"

Jiao Zuo put away his phone and nodded: "The future is promising."

After Zhou Qingluo delivered Song Ling's meal, he went home to rest. He seemed to be a little allergic. After taking a bath, he felt much refreshed and began to revise the poster of the Oath Cafe.

The poster given by Cui Zi had too many problems, Zhou Qingluo changed it beyond recognition, and only kept some original elements.

Realizing that copyright might be a problem, he simply drew one himself.

Once Zhou Qingluo started painting, he could reach the state of ecstasy. He threw his cell phone in his bag, which was hung on the hook behind the door. The cell phone rang all afternoon, but he didn't hear it. He even forgot the unbearable itching on his body. .

The sun was gradually sinking to the west, and the afterglow hit his body through the clean glass window. The whole figure seemed to be inlaid with a layer of soft gold.

Outside the window, a red Maserati with the license plate mausoleum A00000 whizzed by and parked firmly under a camphor tree not far away. The people inside wished to stare at him with binoculars, but he didn't realize it.

When Zhou Shoulin came back from shopping, he heard Zhou Qingluo's cell phone was still ringing, "Qing Luo, your cell phone has been ringing all afternoon, is someone looking for something urgent?"

Zhou Qingluo just finished the work, sent the revised poster and the original version of his own drawing to Cui Zi, stretched his waist and went outside.

"It's probably because they posted emoticons in the food delivery group."

"Come here for milk tea, iced, the girl in the store said this is the best."

Zhou Shoulin put a cup of mango sago dew on the dining table, turned around and entered the kitchen with the vegetables in hand.

Zhou Qingluo looked at the drink with water droplets on the outer wall, then at Zhou Shoulin's back, and laughed silently.

This is fatherly love.

"Thank you dad."

"You young people like to drink ice."

Zhou Qingluo took a sip of the milk tea, took out his phone and looked at it, he was taken aback.

In addition to the other delivery guys in the group, Dou Tu, there was also news about Song Ling.

Throughout the afternoon, Song Ling called him eight times and sent him some WeChat messages.

Zhou Qingluo clicked on it.

【.I will transfer 2000 yuan to you]

Seeing Song Ling's transfer, Zhou Qingluo felt that he had to change his nickname.

【. 】:exist?

【. ]: Do you eat spicy food?

【. ]: Do you lick skewers?

【. ]: Do you eat hot pot?

【. 】: If you like to eat, I invite you to eat your fill.

【. ]: Please reply when you see it.

Song Ling also pushed several hot pot restaurants and skewers.

【. ]: The above restaurants are all top in the city. If you don't like them, you can go to other provinces to eat.

This message was sent two hours ago.

Zhou Qingluo didn't know what Song Ling was up to, so he was so attentive all of a sudden?Does Jiang Shiyan like to eat hot pot and skewers?

That's a coincidence, he just doesn't eat spicy food.

Zhou Qingluo was allergic to chili peppers, and when he saw the fiery Jiugongge, he immediately felt itchy all over his body.

[Don't look for me if you have nothing to do]: I don't eat spicy food.

【. ]: Let's go eat barbecue, whether it's spicy or not.

[Don't find me if you have nothing to do]: No appointment.

Zhou Shoulin came out of the kitchen, glanced at Zhou Qingluo, and was startled: "Qingluo, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Qingluo: "It's nothing."

Zhou Shoulin panicked, "Your arms and face."

Zhou Qingluo hurriedly went to look in the mirror, and there were many red bumps on his face and arms. He lifted up his clothes and saw that there were also red bumps.

It turns out that this itching is not an illusion, but real.

Zhou Shoulin took his bag and walked out by his arm, "Go, let's go to the hospital."

Zhou Qingluo: "It's okay, maybe it's an allergy to mites. I'll take a shower, change the sheets, and clean the room."

"You had that solar dermatitis when you were a child. I thought you were cured. It seems that you have been running takeaway outdoors for a long time during this period, and it relapsed again."

Zhou Qingluo didn't expect that the original body still had this disease.

If you occupy someone else's body, you must love other people's body.

What if the face is disfigured, after all, this face is somewhat similar to his original appearance.

Zhou Qingluo packed up his things, "Dad, I'll go to the hospital by myself, you're at home."

"Go together, there is a care."

When the two went out, Zhou Qingluo saw a red Maserati sports car parked in front of the house, parked next to his electric car for food delivery, extremely arrogant.

This car looked familiar, and Zhou Qingluo subconsciously turned his head to look at the license plate number.

Ling A00000 is Song Ling's car.

Zhou Shoulin murmured in a low voice, "Strange, this car hasn't left yet. No one in our community can afford such a car."

Zhou Qingluo was taken aback: "Have you left yet?"

Zhou Shoulin: "It was here when I went out to buy groceries. It took about two hours."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Zhou Qingluo summarized the information.

Song Ling's car was parked under the camphor tree facing the window of his room for two hours.

Zhou Shoulin was a little anxious, "It's rush hour now, and the car can't get there."

Zhou Qingluo looked at the online car-hailing order that was still waiting for 5 minutes: "Dad, don't worry."

As soon as Zhou Qingluo finished speaking, the car on the opposite side started, the person inside turned the steering wheel, the car roared, and turned around on the spot as light as a swallow.

Both Zhou Shoulin and Zhou Qingluo were dumbfounded. If they were in the vast desert, this turn would be like flying sand and turning rocks, which is breathtaking.

When the car stopped beside him, Zhou Qingluo came back to his senses.

Some people have great driving skills and easily broke through the young man's defense line. This time they pretended to be a success.

Song Ling rolled down the car window, took off his sunglasses, and nodded to Zhou Shoulin, "Uncle Zhou."

Zhou Shoulin: "So it's Xiao Song, you came to find Qing Luo?"

Song Ling turned his eyes, looked straight at Zhou Qingluo, moved his eyelids up and down, looked at Zhou Qingluo next, and looked into Zhou Qingluo's eyes calmly.

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Song Ling's eyelids rolled up and down, and Zhou Qingluo felt like he had a full-body X-ray.

Song Ling looked back at Zhou Shoulin, "Are you going?"

Zhou Shoulin: "Qing Luo is allergic and is going to the hospital, but he can't get a taxi."

Song Ling: "I'll send Qing Luo there."

Zhou Qingluo: "?" Who is your name Qingluo?

Just as Zhou Qingluo was about to refuse, Zhou Shoulin smiled and said, "Then thank you, Xiao Song, and please Xiao Song." After thanking him, he turned his head and said to Zhou Qingluo, "Qingluo, get in the car."

Zhou Qingluo didn't really want to get in the car, "But there are only two seats in his car."

"Xiao Song can just send you there, I won't go."

Zhou Qingluo: "Dad?"

Song Ling immediately took over the words: "Uncle Zhou, don't worry, I will definitely take care of Qing Luo."

Zhou Qingluo: "..." Who is your name Qingluo?Who wants you to take care of?

Song Ling put on his sunglasses, and turned his head towards Zhou Qingluo in a very cool way, "Get in the car."

Zhou Shoulin: "Go quickly, go early, Xiao Song, come back for dinner later."

If Zhou Qingluo refused again at this time, it would seem a bit too deliberate. He got into the car, fastened his seat belt, and looked forward with his neck stuck, "Thank you, People's Hospital."

Song Ling looked at him from the corner of his eye, and slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, playing with taste: "Qing Luo, why are you allergic after not seeing you for a day?"

Zhou Qingluo laughed twice, wondering what the logical relationship between "one day's absence" and "allergies" is.

He responded coldly without losing his politeness: "It may be solar dermatitis, it's fine."

"Then Qingluo, you are not suitable for working outdoors, but for working in coffee shops and the like."

His indifference did not dissuade Song Ling, so he remained silent and responded to him with modal particles, "Yes."

"Qing Luo."

Zhou Qingluo got goosebumps all over his body when he sipped 'Qing Luo', "Then what, you should call me by my name."

"Your name is Qing Luo?"

"Full name, the kind with the first name and last name."

"Call me for a chat?"

"..."

"Still, don't look for me if you have nothing to do?"

Zhou Qingluo understood that Song Ling was making fun of him, and the best way to deal with mischievous people was to be more nonsense than him.

Zhou Qingluo took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly, looking at him with a smile on his face, with a gentle face.

Inexplicably, Song Ling's heart skipped a beat.

Zhou Qingluo's eyelashes are long and curled up, and a pair of dark eyes are bent into the most beautiful arc. At first glance, it looks like an innocent and harmless little white rabbit, but in fact it is a little fox that is full of pretentiousness, lively and lively. people.

Even though Zhou Qingluo's eyes were slightly teased and sullen, he still felt that he was too beautiful.

"Well then, let's chat like this from now on, Ling'er."

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