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

Seeing Song Ling's expression resembling a rape, Zhou Qingluo felt a little subtle.

Didn't you hug and hug just now?How did you upgrade to Qingqingwowo?

After being subtle, I felt a little uneasy, feeling that I was one step closer to being a substitute.

It is impossible for a substitute to become a substitute, he must help Song Ling break out of the vicious circle of finding him as a substitute.

"Did you seriously deviate from subjects when you were in school, didn't study Chinese well, and didn't know what Qingqingwowo and hughuohuo mean?"

Zhou Qingluo felt that he said the three words [less reading] quite civilized.

Song Ling: "Literally, indecent actions in public."

Zhou Qingluo laughed angrily, "When, with whom, where did I hug each other?"

Song Ling raised his eyebrows, "You don't?"

Zhou Qingluo was confident, "Of course I didn't!"

"think carefully."

"I didn't think about breaking my head."

"Shall I remind you?"

Zhou Qingluo put on a posture that he was not afraid of the shadow being crooked, "Please make it clear."

Song Ling glanced at him with a half-smile, and leaned lazily on the sofa. Just as the sun was shining through the window, a few strands fell on his face. The three-dimensional face became more and more clear. With a playful look, in the bright and dark light and shadow, like a demon who is both good and evil, he doesn't know whether he will take people's hearts or lives in the next moment.

The evildoer said: "Zhou Qingluo, don't you have hands? Or can't you take care of your limbs because you don't work hard? Can't tie your bow tie by yourself?"

Zhou Qingluo cleaned up the beautifully composed fantasy comics in his mind, and returned to reality.

The person in front of him was not a soul-stirring evildoer, but an evildoer with poor eyesight.

"Isn't this a very normal behavior?"

Song Ling raised his eyebrows, "Really."

"..." Here it is again, these two words that are suffocated with yin and yang.

Song Ling raised Erlang's legs slowly, and casually opened two collar buttons with his slender and strong fingers, "Now my neckline is open, will you help me button it?"

Zhou Qingluo snorted, thinking that today he would teach Song Ling what is meant by pure friendship.

He walked over and stood in front of Song Ling, looked down at Song Ling, pointed his chin at him, and slightly raised his head, "What a big deal, get up."

Song Ling stood up slowly, Zhou Qingluo's eyes changed from looking down, to looking up, and finally looking up slightly.

This person is half a head taller than him?His eyes were level and he saw Song Ling's Adam's apple, his shirt was unbuttoned two times, and his eyes looked down to the outline of his collarbone and muscle lines.

Zhou Qingluo had to admit that Song Ling's appearance was impeccable when talking about appearance alone, and his aura of both righteousness and evil filled his entire aura, making him very attractive.

And as a painter, when he gets close to beautiful things, his heart beats faster, and Zhou Qingluo is a little stage frightened.

But the gentleman kept his promise, Zhou Qingluo bit the bullet and stretched out his hand to button Song Ling. His fingertips inadvertently brushed his skin, and Song Ling's Adam's apple, which was showing off his might to him, also rolled down, and Zhou Qingluo's heartbeat also paused.

He dislikes himself a little, why can't he hold on to beautiful things so much.

Pure friendship should not be so messy.

Zhou Qingluo's hands trembled, but he quickly covered it up and continued to fasten the top button on him.

The two stood facing each other in silence, breathing lightly, and the atmosphere was ambiguous and stiff.

The surrounding area is obviously very quiet, but it seems that there are still people beating drums, and thousands of troops are galloping.

Zhou Qingluo pursed his lips and held his breath, thinking that he could win if he stayed steady, and if he killed the enemy on the battlefield, he would be finished.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Song Ling turned his head to avoid his fingertips, took another step back, and sat back on the sofa anxiously, Song Ling untied the buttons he had just fastened messily.

Zhou Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief, and then moved his fingers in a fake motion to rub the sweat on his palms.

Damn Song Ling must be seducing him.

The original owner must have been seduced by Song Ling in this way, so he fell.

Song Ling laughed, and resumed his tugging look, "Zhou Qingluo, you're quite open."

Zhou Qingluo was a little funny, "It's just ordinary movements, unpretentious and ordinary."

"For you, it seems that licking and biting is the only way to be affectionate, cuddly and cuddly."

The words 'lick and bite' brought back all Zhou Qingluo's memories of that night, Song Ling hugged him tightly, licking and biting on his shoulder...

It's obviously not a deep memory, but the details are clearly remembered at this time.

why?

When he was digging his toes in embarrassment, Song Ling spoke again, "Remember?"

Zhou Qingluo watched Song Ling triumphantly win the round, and thought that if he was embarrassed at this time, he would have fallen into Song Ling's trap.

After all, Song Ling's expression now is a bright expression of 'you don't make me feel comfortable, and I won't make you feel better'.

He smiled decently, "By the way, why did you nibble and bite, hug and hug me that day? Did you admit the wrong person?"

Zhou Qingluo didn't continue talking, leaving appropriate space for Song Ling to imagine.

Song Ling's reaction was not what he expected, his eyelids trembled twice, and he was a little stunned in shock.

Sure enough, Jiang Shiyan was Song Ling's weakness, the talisman paper that sealed him, and it was effective just by mentioning it.

Song Ling sat on the sofa and shut himself up. Zhou Qingluo pretended nothing happened, and returned to the basic quality of a coffee shop employee. He walked over to pick up the tray, smiled and nodded to him, "You have a good rest."

Zhou Qingluo collected himself, pointed to the coffee cup above the tray, "It's early in the morning, don't suffer so much."

Song Ling changed his sitting position, still looking like he couldn't control Bai Yueguang.

Zhou Qingluo said solemnly: "Paralyzed visual nerves, easy to misread."

Zhou Qingluo left. Song Ling looked at Zhou Qingluo's back, biting his back teeth heavily, and subconsciously stretched his hand to the collar to unbutton it, only to realize that two buttons had already been undone at some point.

He twisted his neck unwillingly, thinking why Zhou Qingluo was so annoying, he buttoned his buttons every now and then, and his fingertips still rubbed against his neck. He didn't know what weird shampoo he used, and the tip of his nose still smelled that way.

The most annoying thing was his eyes, they blinked at least seven or eight times during the few seconds of buttoning the buttons, the eyelashes were long, and the trembling was particularly obvious.

What's even worse is his mouth, which is slightly open, with shallow lip lines, and the breath he exhales is soft and wet, and he can't wait to...

Song Ling sat up straight, shook his head, and pinched off the bridge behind "Wanting".

He thought to himself that he was Zhou Qingluo, the person who tried every means to get close to him, and tried his best to help him block the alcohol and enter the ICU.

But this person spoke for him later and wanted to take him to eat snail noodles, thinking that he was going to jump off the building to save him, take him for a ride on an electric car, and let him eat at home, pick and shrink and give him the oldest clothes Wear it, but help him remove the grapes.

Her heart is soft as hell, but she always wants to keep a distance from him and refuse to accept his kindness.

Tell him not to deliver food to work in the coffee shop in the wind and rain, and he has to go to great lengths to cheat.

What disturbed him the most was that Zhou Qingluo already knew that he had mistook him for someone else that night.

This matter has never been discussed, but Zhou Qingluo has always known it.

Song Ling was so immersed in his own world that he didn't even notice that Cui Zi had entered.

Cui Zi coughed three times, knocked on the door three times, and her boss was still wandering in space.

She exerted all her strength and hammered on the door, only for Song Ling to come back to her senses.

Cui Zi rubbed her hand that hurt from the hammer.

Song Ling put away her thoughts neatly, returned to the appearance that strangers should not enter, motioned for her to come in, turned on the computer and started working.

Cui Zi came to deliver this month's financial statement, "President Song, why did you come so early today?"

Why did Song Ling make an exception on this ordinary morning and come half an hour earlier in the four years that have been like a day.

"Get up early, come early."

"Have you had breakfast?"

"Zhou Qingluo sent it over."

"Today is Zhou Qingluo's first day at work, how is his service?"

Song Ling stopped typing on the keyboard with her fingertips, raised her hand and rubbed the place where someone had touched her collarbone just now, "It's good."

Cui Zi breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Ling: "Just ask Zhou Qingluo to bring me breakfast in the future. You are busy with your work."

Cui Zi: "OK."

"By the way, the "Employee Code of Conduct" adds a clause that prohibits employees from cuddling and hugging each other during work."

"?"

What kind of advanced management concept is this?

Zhou Qingluo didn't say a word after going downstairs, and rolled his eyes while taking advantage of the gap.

Lou Yang found out, "Qing Luo, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Qingluo: "Huh?"

"I always roll my eyes and feel very uncomfortable. Did Mr. Song bully you?"

Zhou Qingluo paused, and blinked hard to hide his dissatisfaction, "Oh, my eyes are a little uncomfortable, maybe sand got in."

In fact, Zhou Qingluo was angry with himself.

The contest with Song Ling upstairs just now is definitely a psychological game that can be recorded in the annals of his life.

Although Song Ling was the first to lose, he was not much better.

Why did Song Ling ask him to button his buttons? Why did he go over to help Song Ling button them?

What are you doing so close?He could smell Song Ling's body.

It also smells good.

Now he recalled that scene just now was a little bit wrong, a bit of a sense of déjà vu.

What's even more frightening is that when he recalled that feeling, he didn't feel disgusted!

It's dangerous, it's such a heart-pounding feeling.

That's how the original owner didn't exist.

Zhou Qingluo was thinking wildly, when Lou Yang's voice, which was very in line with industry standards, sounded in his ears, "Mr. Jiang, welcome."

Zhou Qingluo raised his head suddenly, and his gaze met Jiang Shiyan.

Jiang Shiyan was like a light of righteousness, illuminating Zhou Qingluo's chaotic world. It was not the feeling of heartbeat just now, but the illusion of heartbeat.

He finally understood why Song Ling was so abnormal, Song Ling regarded him as Jiang Shiyan.

So let him deliver the meal and let him button the button.

Zhou Qingluo was suddenly devastated, could he not escape the fate of becoming a substitute?

But professional ethics is still necessary for mourning. Zhou Qingluo also raised a smile, and said to Jiang Shiyan generously: "Welcome."

Jiang Shiyan was also taken aback.

The staff of the cafe, from the forehead to the eyebrows, looked somewhat similar to himself at first glance.

Jiang Shiyan had to admit that the facial features of the person in front of him were prettier than his own, and his facial features were softer, while his was much more three-dimensional and clear.

Jiang Shiyan nodded, took the lead to look away, and said softly to Lou Yang, "Two sugar-free espresso and vegan sandwiches, thank you."

Lou Yang: "Did you order for Mr. Song?"

Listening to Lou Yang's stiff tone, it seems that he doesn't like Mr. Jiang very much.

Jiang Shiyan smiled shyly, looked down at his watch, "Yes, he's coming soon, I'll accompany him to have breakfast."

Lou Yang: "Mr. Song has already come and eaten, do you need two more?"

Jiang Shiyan was taken aback again, "Huh? Has he already eaten?"

Lou Yang nodded, "Yes, I have eaten."

Jiang Shiyan: "Then I'll go up and find him, and I don't have to do my share, thank you."

When Jiang Shiyan went upstairs, Lou Yang gave him a blank look, "I think he's putting on a show, he obviously doesn't like to eat, but he wants to order these things to eat with Song Ling."

Zhou Qingluo was also a little puzzled, "Ah? Is this pretending? Isn't this love?"

Lou Yang: "...If it was love, would he treat Mr. Song like that that night?"

Zhou Qingluo knew that Lou Yang was talking about the night of the school entrance banquet, "If it wasn't for love, would you be willing to eat such a nasty thing?"

Lou Yang shook his head.

Zhou Qingluo nodded.

Seeing that he was convinced, Lou Yang was not convinced, "Have you ever been in love? Do you understand love?"

Zhou Qingluo shook his head.

Lou Yang said firmly, "Mr. Jiang, that's not love, it's just flattery."

Zhou Qingluo suddenly felt that things were getting too complicated, so he could only ask Lou Yang, "Then have you ever been in a relationship?"

Lou Yang: "..."

Zhou Qingluo was amused by Lou Yang's serious defense, "Okay, don't argue about love or not here, he and Song Ling have reconciled?"

Lou Yang: "How do I know this? Mr. Jiang has only been here twice since I came here to work."

Zhou Qingluo thought about it carefully, it seemed that he happened to be present these two times, last time Song Ling blocked Jiang Shiyan behind him, and Jinwu Zangjiao generally didn't let him take a peek.

Lou Yang snorted, and said angrily, "If I were Mr. Song, I wouldn't reconcile with him."

Zhou Qingluo: "Why? He is so gentle, his voice is as gentle as a spring breeze, and he looks like a delicate and soft young master. I still remember what Song Ling likes to eat, and how careful and considerate he is."

"Do you still remember the day of his school entrance banquet? Mr. Song said that day, but he didn't respond at all. It was so ugly."

"However, it is said that Mr. Jiang is one of the investors of this coffee shop, that is, one of our bosses, so we should respect him."

Zhou Qingluo nodded in agreement, and looked at Lou Yang thoughtfully, "That's not right, Lou Yang, didn't you call VIP Hades before? Why are you talking about Mr. Song now? It gave me goosebumps."

"Because he's just a big, nice guy, and everyone here likes him."

"...Good guy?" Song Ling must not only be proficient in computer language, but also brainwashing.

Zhou Qingluo was terrified, "Lou Yang, you look like a little daughter-in-law who is jealous."

Lou Yang couldn't bear it anymore and patted his head, "You fart, I like girls, I just think Mr. Song is not worth it."

Zhou Qingluo asked in a low voice: "Are you familiar with Jiang Shiyan?"

"It's okay, what's the matter?"

Zhou Qingluo stretched out a finger: "I want all his information within a day."

"What?"

"500 yuan, tell me everything you know."

Lou Yang scolded with a smile: "Crazy."

Zhou Qingluo smiled. Since the fate of a substitute is inevitable, he has to work hard to let Song Ling know that he is not the same as Jiang Shiyan at all, and quickly give up thinking of him as a substitute.

This is the only way.

If this method doesn't work, we can only talk to Song Ling about money.

After all, the stand-in also has mental damage, just like the button-buttoning scene just now, if there are more times, he can't guarantee that he can sit still.

Lou Yang agreed to him under the lure, but his strong thirst for knowledge still couldn't stop, "Why?"

Zhou Qingluo smiled without saying a word.

"Qing Luo! I understand! Do you want to imitate Jiang Shiyan and attract Mr. Song's attention?"

"???" Do you know what a fart you know?

Lou Yang persuaded meaningfully: "Farewell, I heard from Sister Cui that many imitative seniors have been shot to death on the beach, both men and women, and they were all severely rejected by Mr. Song. Your love has no future. .”

Zhou Qingluo was disgusted by Lou Yang, and laughed and scolded: "Get lost."

Lou Yang hooked Zhou Qingluo's neck with a playful spirit: "Qing Luo, if you get hurt, remember that my arms will always be open for you."

Zhou Qingluo smiled lightly, patted Lou Yang's chest, and then blinked: "Officer, if you have money in your arms, then I can consider it."

Lou Yang was amused, "Damn Qing Luo, you're a goblin, right? That wink just now was too charming. If you were a girl, I'd lose everything and go after you."

Zhou Qingluo snorted, "Then I can see you?"

"Then what do you think?"

"Of course it's me, a handsome and hard-working perfect person."

The two were fighting, and Lou Yang suddenly froze.

Then a cold voice sounded: "You are handsome and hard-working, do you need to arrange a space for you to be alone?"

When the two heard the words, they looked in the direction of the voice at the same time, and saw Cui Zi, Song Ling, and Jiang Shiyan standing not far away looking at them, with different expressions.

Cui Zi looked like he was playing with a monkey, while Jiang Shiyan smiled softly, as if he wanted to wish them a "good relationship for a hundred years", but Song Ling had a dark face and wanted to arrange a space for them to be alone.

"..." When did they come.

Cui Zi, who was watching monkeys, successfully received the boss's chilly breath, and took a step forward to break the silent and stiff atmosphere: "Then what, the company stipulates that hugs are not allowed."