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

Zhou Qingluo heard the words, bowed his head and started flipping discs in a serious manner. Song Ling pursed his lips, folded his arms and waited patiently, but the corner of his eyes could not help falling on Zhou Qingluo, and even looked forward to what kind of video Zhou Qingluo would find. Come.

Will it be embarrassing when we watch together later?

Zhou Jingluo rummaged through it, and finally raised his head.

Song Ling put away the corners of his mouth, and asked with a straight face, "What film did you find?"

Zhou Qingluo: "There are Naruto, Saint Seiya, and One Piece, which one do you want to watch?"

Comics and animations are not separated. As a professional cartoonist, Zhou Qingluo likes to collect all kinds of animations. There are not all the resources on the Internet.

Song Ling was taken aback, and finally his mouth was faster than his brain once, "Cartoon?"

"Yeah, don't you like it?"

So now it's a grown man, invite another grown man, and watch a little more exciting cartoon together?

cartoon!

Seeing Song Ling's slumped face, Zhou Qingluo didn't notice Song Ling's emotions, thinking that Song Ling didn't like Blood Man, "Then Sailor Moon? Doraemon? Chibi Maruko?"

Song Ling was still expressionless like a paralyzed face.

"Then do you like domestically produced ones with a bit of a scientific nature, such as Blue Cat Mischievous Three Thousand Questions, or Xiong Daxiong's two-year-old Xiongxiong Paradise, as well as early childhood education Qiaohu, Xiyangyang and Big Big Wolf?"

Song Ling was still unmoved, looking at him without words.

Zhou Qingluo is not a particularly patient person, especially when coaxing adults.

He took out all his belongings, and some people even looked disgusted.

Song Ling crossed his arms and looked at him with a half-smile, "Zhou Qingluo, how old are you?"

"21, what's wrong?"

Song Ling snorted, "A 21-year-old man, do you want any other movies?"

Zhou Qingluo paused while flipping the disc, and looked at Song Ling.

Song Ling's playful expression, his expression of wanting to watch an adult love action movie, was revealing and suggestive.

He raised his eyebrows shamelessly, very vile.

Zhou Qingluo's old face became inexplicably hot, Song Ling thought he wanted to invite him to watch that kind of movie?

Speechless!

Why is he so stinky and shameless!

Song Ling: "Why are you blushing?"

Zhou Qingluo bit his lower lip, neatly put away the trophies, spread his hands angrily, pointed at the computer and said, "You should program for a while, calm down."

Song Ling laughed out loud, but Zhou Qingluo didn't know that those sword-like codes could only be written when he was excited and his thinking was extremely active.

He could see that a soft-hearted person was trying his best to divert his attention, and seeing his cautious look when flipping through these discs, it seemed that he showed him all the treasures at the bottom of the press box.

Zhou Qingluo packed up and was about to go out, but Song Ling reached out to stop him, and leaned into his ear and whispered, "Are you angry again? Why are you so angry, huh?"

Zhou Qingluo pushed him away angrily, and rubbed the base of his ear that was itchy from the warm breath: "What's wrong with you? Do you get so close to talk every now and then?"

Song Ling: "Not only do you like to be angry, but you also like to be shy."

Zhou Qingluo didn't know why people could be so shameless, he took a deep breath, and pretended to be calm: "Tell me, now it's you or I will go."

Song Ling: "Why are you leaving, but I'm leaving?"

"You don't have points?"

Zhou Qingluo thought that it was time for him to strengthen his body and exercise, but he was really passive if he couldn't beat it.

He turned around to leave, but Song Ling grabbed his arm and pulled him back, "Don't leave."

Zhou Qingluo: "Let go."

Song Ling grabbed Zhou Qingluo's arm with one hand, and casually picked up a disc and handed it to him with the other, "Look at this."

Zhou Qingluo lowered his eyes, and Song Ling took "Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf".

"Zhou Qingluo, I'm talking about cartoons that adults like to watch. What do you think?"

"..."

What is backlash, this is called backlash, Zhou Qingluo almost forgot, some people are professional in backlash.

But if he ran away at this time, wouldn't it be equivalent to proving that what was in his mind was that kind of messy movie?

Zhou Qingluo coughed twice, took two steps back, and said calmly, "A grown-up like you likes to watch joy?"

"Yeah, otherwise what do you think it is."

He has a raised ending, he is sloppy, he has no serious appearance, but he has the cheek to say the most serious things.

Seeing Song Ling's innocent expression, Zhou Qingluo really wanted to beat him up.

But if you think about it, first, you can’t beat him, and second, if you really beat him, then you will indirectly admit that you are thinking of that kind of film, so forget it.

Zhou Qingluo inserted the disc into the computer's disc drive, pretending nothing happened and asked, "Oh? Which cartoon character do you like the most?"

Song Ling had never watched "Joyful and Big Big Wolf", but Song Zhaoguang called him a white-eyed wolf, Jiao Zuo and the others called him a blood-licking wolf, and Guan Minglang called him a crazy wolf.

He pointed to the wolf with the scar on his face, "it."

Zhou Qingluo couldn't help laughing, "All right." The villain likes the villain, there's nothing wrong with it.

In a house of more than sixty square meters, Zhou Shoulin was cooking in the kitchen, while Zhou Qingluo and Song Ling huddled in the room to watch "Joyful and Big Big Wolf".

Song Ling stared at the computer screen, all he was looking at and thinking about from the corner of his eye was Zhou Qingluo.

Zhou Qingluo could tell at a glance that he was afraid of Putao, but he didn't ask anything, and quietly watched cartoons with him.

The less he asked, the more Song Ling wanted to confide in him.

Unknowingly, he turned his head and looked at Zhou Qingluo's profile.

Zhou Qingluo touched his face subconsciously, "What do you see me doing?"

Song Ling asked: "Zhou Qingluo, how do you know?"

Of course Zhou Qingluo knew what he was asking, but he didn't expect that Song Ling would take the initiative to mention it.

Generally, this kind of thing is the most hidden secret and will not be easily revealed.

But he didn't seem to be familiar with Song Ling enough for this. Could it be that after this buddy was stimulated, he regarded him as Jiang Shiyan again?

Zhou Qingluo pretended to be stupid, "Huh?"

Song Ling: "It's about the grapes."

"..." So you are quite good at hitting straight balls?

It was impossible to pretend to be stupid, so Zhou Qingluo had no choice but to perfunctorily say: "Guess."

"you're lying."

"..." Can you know all this?

Zhou Qingluo wondered how to answer this topic, and when he was thinking hard, he had an idea.

He can tell the truth!After all, Jiang Shiyan would not be afraid of tadpoles. The pampered Jiang Shiyan would not fall into a pond with tadpoles, but would fall into his private swimming pool.

Zhou Qingluo: "Because I saw the same thing with little tadpoles."

"Are you afraid of tadpoles?"

Zhou Qingluo understated: "Yes, I fell into a pond when I was a child, and there were many tadpoles in that pond."

Song Ling nodded and didn't speak.

Zhou Qingluo glanced at Song Ling. He had already put on a straight face and said nothing. Zhou Qingluo was secretly pleased. It seemed that Song Ling had woken up and knew that he was not Jiang Shiyan.

But he was still a little unconvinced, why did he tell Song Ling such a private matter, but Song Ling was unwilling to reveal any information to him?

Just as Zhou Qingluo was about to ask 'What about you', Song Ling suddenly turned his head and stared at him.

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

"Zhou Qingluo, as a man, you shouldn't be afraid of little tadpoles."

Zhou Qingluo sneered, thinking, Jiang Shiyan is not afraid, so I can't be afraid of little tadpoles?

He snorted and replied angrily: "I'm afraid, what can you do."

Seeing his angry look, Song Ling laughed, and suddenly had the urge to ruffle his hair.

Seeing Song Ling's strange eyes and treacherous smile, Zhou Qingluo suddenly realized that Song Ling seemed to be talking dirty to him.

His old face became hot, he twisted his neck to look at the screen, and said angrily, "Shut up and watch TV."

Song Ling: "Zhou Qingluo, you are too dark, your face turns purple."

Zhou Qingluo thought he didn't exist, but his face turned purple even more.

Some people didn't stay quiet for a few seconds, and then said lightly: "Don't you really want to watch something else?"

Zhou Qingluo clicked his tongue impatiently, pursed his lips tightly and remained silent, pressing his hot head against his head, and stuck his neck in silence.

What the hell kind of thing is the brain of a sperm!

Song Ling chuckled and said in a low voice, "It's so funny."

Zhou Qingluo growled unbearably: "If you don't see me, get lost."

"Okay, okay, I don't think it's okay."

On the screen, Lazy was greedy for food and was captured by Big Big Wolf. Xiyang came to rescue him and comforted the shivering Lazy: "Don't be afraid, Lazy, I'll rescue you out."

Once Zhou Qingluo was immersed in the plot, he was very involved. He said to himself: "The plot of the hero saving the beauty is indeed a classic. When used in friendship, it is like sending charcoal in the snow."

Song Ling slowly turned his head and looked at Zhou Qingluo's side face. He was staring at the screen intently, muttering to himself, words that he had never dared to expect.

Zhou Qingluo watched very intently, and didn't notice his gaze. After the animation ended, Big Big Wolf was beaten to pieces by sheep in Yangcun, and then was slapped away by Red Wolf with a frying pan.

Zhou Qingluo also followed Big Big Wolf's lines in a lively voice: "I will definitely come back."

After he finished speaking, he smiled and said to Song Ling: "The cartoon characters you like are all kind of miserable."

Song Ling looked at him, "But he loves his wife."

Zhou Qingluo gave him a thumbs up, and it really fit his image very well.

Love his wife, love Jiang Shiyan to the bottom of his heart.

Song Ling looked at Zhou Qingluo, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

It turns out that there is also a Buddha who saves souls in the world.

Zhou Qingluo rested for two days, his rashes healed up, and his first comic short story was over.

The comic is called "Broken Cocoon". It tells the story of a little bug that breaks out of its cocoon and becomes a butterfly, and encounters some ridiculous things. Because of the funny painting style, lively narrative, and complete story, after the end of this comic, Zhou Qingluo will get He received a remuneration of 3 yuan and ranked first on the website's newcomer list. At the same time, he also gained a lot of fans.

According to this momentum, if he can paint at home with peace of mind, he will be able to live comfortably in the near future.

But he had already lived enough in the original world, he didn't want to stay at home all day and paint, he wanted to take painting as a part-time job, so he accepted Cui Zi's job invitation.

Zhou Qingluo went to work on the first day, put on work clothes, smiled, and prepared to welcome the first guest in his life.

Lou Yang was very happy that Zhou Qingluo was able to come, and thoughtfully helped him adjust his tie, and said with a smile: "Qingluo, I'm so happy that you can come, I didn't expect you to be so handsome in overalls."

Zhou Qingluo raised his head slightly and let him tidy up.

Lou Yang: "Qing Luo, do you think I look like an old father who sent his son to the podium?"

Zhou Qingluo smiled and pushed him away, "Will you die if you don't take advantage of me?"

The two were chattering away when the first guest in Zhou Qingluo's life came in.

Zhou Qingluo has undergone induction training. Although he is an artist, he also needs to help. Of course, when guests come in, they should smile and nod slightly and call out in a warm voice: "Hi, welcome."

What's more, the visitor is Song Ling, our distinguished VIP customer.

Just how honorable is Song Ling? According to Lou Yang, even if this coffee shop doesn't have a single customer for a month, it can make a profit just relying on Song Ling's VIP fee.

Song Ling walked to the bar expressionlessly, and said to Zhou Qingluo in a calm voice, "Sugar-free espresso, vegan sandwiches, deliver to the third floor."

After Song Ling finished speaking, he went up to the third floor, commanding him graciously, with the appearance of a cool guy who should not be allowed in by strangers, he was almost the same as the queen who had the worst tongue and liked Big Big Wolf.

But people under the eaves, how can they not bow their heads, just adjust their mentality and do it.

Zhou Qingluo didn't know how to make coffee yet, so he said to Lou Yang, "What kind of coffee does he want, why don't you make it?"

While grinding the coffee, Lou Yang said, "Strange, why Mr. Song came so early today."

Zhou Qingluo looked at his watch, it was 08:30, "What time does he usually come?"

"After nine o'clock, and the order is not like this."

"Then what does he order?"

"He ordered without talking."

Zhou Qingluo: "?" Relying on thoughts?

"He just gave Sister Cui a look, and Sister Cui polished it up for him and sent it up."

Zhou Qingluo: "How about we wait for Sister Cui to come?"

After Lou Yang finished grinding the coffee, he patted him on the shoulder, "Congratulations, you have become the chosen one chosen by President Song."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Lou Yang finished grinding the coffee, and after filling the cup, there was still some left over, so he poured it into a paper cup and handed it to Zhou Qingluo, "I specially ground a little more, so you can try the same coffee as Mr. Song."

The coffee is very fragrant and the color is very delicate. The coffee beans must be expensive. Even though the name suggests that it is extremely bitter, Zhou Qingluo still couldn't hold back his curiosity.

He had heart disease in his previous life, and he has never drank coffee yet. It's nice to have a good body, and he can eat anything.

Zhou Qingluo took a sip, his longing, anticipating and curious face wrinkled into a ball, he wanted to spit it out but couldn't find a trash can, and his stomach protested when he wanted to swallow it, he put it in his mouth, let this coffee maniac who was bitterer than Coptis soup Bite his taste buds.

Lou Yang laughed happily, and then handed him a water glass.

Zhou Qingluo came over slowly, and patted the back of Louyang's head: "It's so bitter! Don't you know how to grind? You'd better wait for the lady boss to come, you want to harm me."

Lou Yang clicked his tongue, "Can I hurt you? It's just so hard, I just want you to see our President Song's personality."

Lou Yang put the coffee and sandwiches on the tray and handed them to him, "Go up, don't make people wait."

Zhou Qingluo glanced at that cup of bitter stuff again, he really couldn't believe that someone would eat this kind of thing for breakfast, don't meat buns and deep-fried dough sticks taste delicious?

Zhou Qingluo was skeptical, "This coffee is really so bitter, are you sure you didn't hurt me? Was there some strange ceremony before joining the job?"

Lou Yang: "You are doubting my character."

"By the way, you all call him Mr. Song?"

"That's right, Sister Cui is called that too."

Zhou Qingluo thought to himself that Song Ling was not the boss, so why did he call him Mr. Song, but after thinking about it, he was relieved. In the workplace, the clients are not always the boss.

When Zhou Qingluo arrived on the third floor, Song Ling was staring at the computer intently, with an unhappy expression on his face.

What surprised Zhou Qingluo was that the sunflower keychain that Song Ling bought from him for 50 yuan last time had the buckle removed, and a spring and suction cup were installed at the bottom.

The sunflower doll was attached to his laptop, and when the computer was turned on, it grinned at him with its mouth crooked.

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Adhering to the excellent quality of 'do what you do and love what you do', he respectfully said to Song Ling: "Your coffee and sandwiches."

Song Ling turned off the monitoring screen at the front desk, and switched on the computer. The sunflower doll finally stood upright, with its big head swaying non-stop.

Zhou Qingluo thought to himself, the elasticity of this spring is too good.

Zhou Qingluo couldn't help talking, "You suck it here, the computer is not easy to put in the bag, and the spring will be deformed if you press it for a long time."

"I'll take him down."

"Pull it back and forth, and the suction cup will break."

"I'll change the suction cup."

"But wouldn't it be troublesome to unplug it every time?"

"I am willing."

"..." He was giving advice sincerely, but some people turned into national-level wrestlers.

Zhou Qingluo thought in his heart that only a neurotic would pull it out and suck it up every time, constantly tossing a sunflower doll. At this time, Song Ling flicked the doll with his fingers, and the sunflower doll that had just stopped for a long time immediately stood up again. up.

"..." It seemed that some people were still ill, he put on a professional smile and reminded him, "Your sandwiches and coffee are getting cold."

Song Ling lazily raised his eyelids, glanced at Zhou Qingluo, then moved his eyes down and stayed on his neck.

Zhou Qingluo lowered his head subconsciously, is his bow tie crooked again?

He tidied up subconsciously, Song Ling had already looked away, looked directly at him, and clicked his tongue playfully.

Some people wear the work uniforms in the coffee shop, which are quite showy, and they stand at the bar counter, which is quite attractive, and people rush to tie their ties even if they are crooked.

Zhou Qingluo pursed his lips lightly, and didn't want to pay attention to him at all, but his eyes were full of information, a little judgmental, and a little angry, which made people have to pay attention.

He thought to himself that this person would not speak well when he had something to say, and always conveyed information with his eyes, pretending to be X.

Zhou Qingluo was about to turn around and leave when Song Ling said, "Wait."

"What else do you need?"

Song Ling really asked him to wait.

Maybe the VIP needs to clean up after eating. The "Employee Code of Conduct" stipulates that we must do our best for the guests.

Zhou Qingluo stood where he was, watching him quietly, eating a mouthful of a vegetarian sandwich and a mouthful of bitter coffee.

Song Ling eats very elegantly, but Zhou Qingluo has no time to appreciate it. He has been putting himself in his shoes and feeling the taste of a vegetarian sandwich with bitter coffee.

Like a mouthful of lettuce with a mouthful of Shuanghuanglian Oral Liquid...

After thinking about it, he actually knew what it was like to suffer from hardships.

Zhou Qingluo didn't expect that he would watch Song Ling finish eating the sandwich like he was masochistic, and he didn't recover until a bitter taste appeared in his mouth.

"Do you want me to take it down?"

Song Ling was finally willing to speak: "You?"

Zhou Qingluo nodded: "Yes."

Song Ling wiped his mouth slowly, and gave Zhou Qingluo a cool look. His expression seemed to be brewing some harsh and eccentric words.

"Zhou Qingluo, I'm only one year older than you. Although my achievements far exceed yours, there's no need to call me so old."

Zhou Qingluo: "..." What kind of rhetorical trick is this, scolding himself and praising him?

Men's intuition is sometimes very accurate. People like Song Ling seem to be suffering from some serious illness that makes them feel uncomfortable.

At this time, Zhou Qingluo hoped that Song Ling's mouth was really just a display, but because he was the VIP of the store, and the basic service awareness that the customer is God, Zhou Qingluo decided to convince people with reasoning.

"The "Employee Code of Conduct" stipulates that guests must be respected."

Song Ling sneered, "The "Employee Code of Conduct" also stipulates that employees are not allowed to hug. Why don't you abide by it?"

"I just read the "Employee Code of Conduct" yesterday, and there is no such provision."

"Oh? Really? That's because your boss has this rule."

"No."

"there must be."

"Well, I'll ask our boss."

"..."

Seeing that Song Ling finally shut up and took a sip of water with a slightly stiff posture, as if trying to cover up the embarrassment of being noisy, Zhou Qingluo was a little proud.

Whether online or offline, he has never lost a fight.

After Song Ling finished drinking the water, he asked with a stern face, "Not to mention whether there are any rules in the store, do you admit that you were flirting with me in public just now?"

"???" Is this fucking law enforcement?