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

It's been a while since Lou Yang came to this coffee shop, and he has never heard of the rule that the employees are not allowed to cuddle.

Aren't the other two baristas Li Lu and Zhao Cheng dating?

Cuddling and cuddling between men and women during working hours may be a bit cruel to dogs, but what does it matter if they are two big men fighting.

However, considering Song Ling's sexual orientation and the fact that he had just broken up with him not long ago, this scene was indeed a bit of a fight for him, so the two people hooked up shoulder to shoulder and separated as if they were electrocuted in a tacit understanding.

As soon as Cui Zi finished speaking, he naturally received attention from all directions in the restaurant.

She bit the bullet and explained: "The new rules."

Lou Yang found an excuse: "Qing Luo's eyes got sand, I'll help him blow it."

Zhou Qingluo: "..." Can you fucking think of a better reason.

Song Ling blinked, and looked at Zhou Qingluo coldly.

Zhou Qingluo was speechless for a moment. It seemed that Song Lingcheng was not bullying him. It was indeed the boss's new rule that hugging was not allowed in the company.

Seeing Song Ling's eyes wanting to cut him to pieces, Zhou Qingluo almost thought that he was Jiang Shiyan Benyan, and Jiang Shiyan, who had no sense of existence, was himself.

Zhou Qingluo really wanted to go over and shake his head, wake up, Jiang Shiyan is by your side, I'm just a substitute for the Queen!

Song Ling frowned, walked straight to him, and asked again: "Are your eyes uncomfortable?"

"Ah?" Zhou Qingluo blinked quickly, "Yes, it's a little itchy."

Song Ling suddenly moved closer to him and looked into his eyes.

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

Why did Song Ling get so close, so close that he could smell the lemon scent on his body again, he seemed to have used mouthwash, the espresso smell was so strong, his breath had lost the smell of coffee.

So close that he could see himself in his eyes, with his mouth slightly open.

Zhou Qingluo blinked and leaned back tactically.

Didn't you just say that you are not allowed to be petty in public?

What are you doing so close.

Only the state officials are allowed to set fires, but the common people are not allowed to light lamps.

Besides, the real master and the double appear at the same time, so it's not good to behave so ambiguously towards the double.

Song Ling tilted his head: "Go, go to the hospital."

Zhou Qingluo: "I'm fine, what are you going to the hospital for?"

"Didn't you say that your eyes are uncomfortable?"

"It's just dust."

"Is it all right?"

"fine."

Song Ling turned around and asked Cui Zi: "Did Auntie clean up this morning without watering?"

Cui Zi replied after a short period of doubt: "Okay, I'll ask Aunt Yang."

Zhou Qingluo was a little funny. Song Ling's tone made him feel more like the owner of a coffee shop, but the customer is God, so it's understandable.

But the atmosphere gradually became weird.

Cui Zi respectfully stood where he was, completely lacking the vigor and momentum of his usual work.

Jiang Shiyan looked at Song Ling very puzzled, as if looking at a stranger.

As for Lou Yang, as if he had discovered something extraordinary, his eyes flicked back and forth between Song Ling, Jiang Shiyan, and Zhou Qingluo.

Zhou Qingluo glanced at the crowd who were watching the excitement, and saw a feeling of 'Song Ling and Zhou Qingluo must have some special relationship', the atmosphere was indeed subtle and ambiguous.

Could it be that Song Ling wanted to use him to make Jiang Shiyan jealous?Or is he already paranoid enough that people who look a little like Jiang Shiyan are not allowed to have excessive intimacy with others?

Zhou Qingluo: "Mr. Song, thank you for your concern. The PM2.5 in the air today is [-]. If there is dust in the eyes, it has nothing to do with cleaning. I have to go to work, so you should do it first."

Cui Zi was a little flustered. Although Zhou Qingluo said this with a smile, it was actually an expulsion order, and there was a faint smell of gunpowder in it.

The front-line staff angered the boss, it was her dereliction of duty!

She was about to go up to dissuade her, but Song Ling nodded politely, "Then you are busy."

Cui Zi immediately shut up.

After Song Ling finished speaking, he turned his head and left, stopping halfway there.

As soon as he stopped, many people also paused.

He turned his head and said to Zhou Qingluo: "PM2.5 will not cause eye discomfort."

Zhou Qingluo stopped what he was doing and looked at him, speechless.

Could it be that he has cancer.

Zhou Qingluo didn't bother to talk to him, just busy with his own affairs as if nothing had happened.

Song Ling curled the corner of his mouth, blinked, and gave Lou Yang a cool look.

Lou Yang: "?" Is this going to change his face?Obviously Zhou Qingluo was still smiling just now.

Song Ling: "Yes, you."

Lou Yang immediately smiled: "What advice does Mr. Song have?"

Song Ling: "If you want to hug, hug your girlfriend."

Everyone: "???"

Lou Yang: "..." Whatever I have.

After Song Ling finished speaking, he put on his sunglasses and walked out of the coffee shop.

Jiang Shiyan followed him out, went outside the door, and glanced at Zhou Qingluo through the glass window.

Zhou Qingluo just raised his head and met his gaze.

I don't know if it was his illusion, Jiang Shiyan looked at him with jealousy.

Zhou Qingluo: "..." Don't look at me like that, you are the right one. Someone Song did this just to make you jealous and give you a sense of urgency.

Zhou Qingluo took the lead to look away, not wanting to get involved in their love and hatred.

As soon as the two disappeared from sight, Zhou Qingluo received a text message from Song Ling.

【. ]: I'll be right back.

Zhou Qingluo looked at this text message, a little subtle.

Song Ling is explaining?

It's still Bai Yueguang who didn't eat, so let him prepare quickly, don't delay.

The latter is more likely.

[Xiang Qianjin]: Prepare another espresso and a vegetarian sandwich for you, or wait for you to come back and pick it up?

【. ]: I'll be back soon, not we'll be back soon!

Zhou Qingluo didn't understand what he meant, so he didn't think about it any more, and lowered his head to work.

The employees who were watching started a discussion with each other.

"Mr. Song looks cold, so he can be funny?"

"It seems to be the first time I heard Mr. Song speak. His voice is really nice."

"This newcomer, does he have a good relationship with Mr. Song?"

"A relational account?"

The related household Zhou Qingluo turned a deaf ear to it.

Only Lou Yang sighed: "I also want to have a girlfriend, Mr. Song is really murderous."

Cui Zi couldn't bear it anymore, and dismissed this stupid man, and dismissed everyone: "Work, work."

The barista Zhao Cheng asked cautiously: "Sister Cui, why can't you cuddle when you go to work?"

After all, he and Li Lu are passionately in love, and if they don't see each other when they look up, it's inevitable that they can't help but hold hands, pinch their faces and so on.

Cui Zi glanced at Zhou Qingluo, thought for a while, and said to Zhao Cheng, "You and Li Lu are fine."

Lou Yang raised his head when he heard the words, with a puzzled expression on his face, "Then why can't I?"

Cui Zi clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes angrily: "Who cares about you."

Lou Yang: "Oh, that means Qing Luo can't."

Cui Zi: "..." She really wanted to beat the programmer to death.

Lou Yang: "Why can't Qing Luo?"

Cui Zi has lived for 26 years, but he never expected that a programmer who can write programs with complex functions can think as straight and transparent as a broad road.

Cui Zi didn't want to talk to him, but she underestimated the programmer's spirit of finding bugs.

Lou Yang asked again: "Sister Cui, why?"

Cui Zi was speechless, and after thinking for a while, "Because Qing Luo is new here."

Lou Yang: "Huh? I haven't heard of the newcomer..."

Cui Zi couldn't bear it anymore: "You can't talk nonsense during work, you shut up."

If she hadn't sworn to Song Ling that he was a straight man, he would have to leave without knowing it.

Seeing Cui Zi's murderous look, Lou Yang shut his mouth for a while.

Not long after, I couldn't help but ask Zhou Qingluo: "Qingluo, you and Mr. Song... are so familiar?"

Cui Zi who told Lou Yang to shut up also came over with a curious expression.

Zhou Qingluo: "Not too familiar?"

Lou Yang: "I don't know him caring so much about you?"

Zhou Qingluo: "Are you sure this is concern?"

Lou Yang nodded: "It should be."

Zhou Qingluo took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled, "If I care about you, but you have the urge to beat me up, do you think I care about you?"

other people:"……"

Zhou Qingluo let out a long sigh, thinking that you guys don't understand the suffering of a substitute.

Jiang Shiyan followed Song Ling out of the coffee shop, the sun was very strong outside, he squinted his eyes uncomfortably, "The sun is so bright, it hurts your eyes, Ah Ling, please walk slowly."

Song Ling walked ahead quickly, turning a deaf ear.

Jiang Shiyan stopped to wipe the sweat from his temples, and looked at Song Ling's back with his lips pressed together.

He knew that Song Ling had always been impatient, but he was always willing to stop for himself, and would considerately take care of his feelings.

Now, he is willing to care about whether a clerk's eyes are uncomfortable, but he won't even give him sunglasses.

Jiang Shiyan quickened his pace to keep up with him, "Let's go eat Yinuo Steak. The restaurant sent me a push yesterday. They have a new Kobe steak. I want to try it."

He likes to eat steak. At that time, in order to find a good steak restaurant, Song Ling ate steaks all over the streets and alleys of the city, and finally chose this Nuoyi Steakhouse.

Passing by a pharmacy, Song Ling stopped and turned to look at him.

Song Ling was wearing sunglasses, his face was expressionless, Jiang Shiyan didn't see his eyes.

Jiang Shiyan was very happy. After all, Nuoyi Steakhouse held many memories of the two of them. No matter how angry Song Ling was, he would not refuse him.

Song Ling: "Go and eat by yourself."

Jiang Shiyan: "?"

Jiang Shiyan stood there, stunned, as if he couldn't believe what he heard, "What?"

Song Ling said again blankly, "Go and eat by yourself."

Jiang Shiyan bit the bullet and said: "I came today mainly to show you the posters I drew for the fourth anniversary and the commemorative card. You were not satisfied last time, so I drew a new one. You said you were not in the coffee shop. Say, then go to Nuo and chat while eating."

Song Ling interrupted him: "The poster and commemorative card have been finalized."

Jiang Shiyan was stunned, and then pretended to be calm and gave a dry laugh: "Oh, that's right."

Song Ling looked at his watch, and said impatiently: "I won't beat around the bush, so I'll tell you directly, I went to find you at the school entrance banquet that day, that's my bottom line, since you don't look back, that's the end."

Jiang Shiyan's heart fell to the bottom. For so many years, Song Ling had been utterly devoted to him. It has only been a month since he decided to go abroad. He did not believe that he would be able to get out in just one month.

Jiang Shiyan: "As I said, I will come back in three years."

Hearing this sentence, Song Ling seemed very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

He remembered that that evening, he and Zhou Qingluo were watching "Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf" together. After the animation ended, Zhou Qingluo still learned Big Big Wolf's lines with a lively voice.

He thought of Zhou Qingluo's appearance at that time, and couldn't help but smile.

Jiang Shiyan walked forward, stood in front of him, and whispered coquettishly: "I will really come back."

Song Ling's smile froze, he silently flattened the corners of his mouth, and said coldly, "You don't understand human speech?"

Jiang Shiyan got a little angry, "Song Ling! I'm leaving the day after tomorrow, can't you talk to me well? Do you have to be angry?"

Song Ling smiled and said calmly: "Okay, let me say it again. I really have nothing to say to you, and I'm really not angry. You saved my life. I have been to you for more than ten years, so I can write it off. Well, I wish you a bright future."

It is said that after two people break up, if the other person can easily say blessings, that is to let go.

Jiang Shiyan didn't expect that Song Ling's love was so long at that time, and now he is so unfeeling. He has always been in charge of getting along with Song Ling. He always believed that Song Ling had no way to get out.

But it's only been over a month.

Jiang Shiyan: "It's because of the clerk just now, right?"

Song Ling was silent, did not answer his words, turned and walked into the pharmacy.

Standing outside the pharmacy, Jiang Shiyan could hear his cold and clean voice: "Hello, what eye drops for itchy eyes?"

Jiang Shiyan: "..."

On Zhou Qingluo's first day at work, he experienced the feeling of a relationship.

What he didn't expect was that Song Ling was so popular in the coffee shop. Everyone from the cleaning aunt to the boss Cui Zi called him Mr. Song affectionately. Those who didn't know thought Song Ling was a reclusive scholar.

His colleagues thought that he had some serious relationship with Song Ling.

But generally, the relationship that can make people judge is the relationship with the boss. What is the relationship with VIP customers?It's not Song Ling who pays them wages.

Lou Yang: "Qing Luo, you don't know this. Mr. Song can support the entire coffee shop with the cost of one person. Don't look at him, but he has a lot of connections. The coffee beans on the upper floor of the shop come from his friends. We buy goods at wholesale prices there, and we are the only ones in China, so our business is good, oh yes, that great man in the comics industry, I swear, also likes the coffee in our shop, so I authorized his sketches to be used as the theme for our shop."

Lou Yang spoke vividly, while Zhou Qingluo listened quietly, not responding.

"Qing Luo? You won't respond?"

Zhou Qingluo was making coffee, and summed up his words without emotion: "I heard, Song Da VIP, who has great powers, is our food and clothing parent."

Lou Yang: "So what is your relationship with our food and clothing parents?"

Zhou Qingluo: "Just like you, the relationship between food, clothing and parents."

There was a soft click on the bar, and a bottle of eye drops appeared in the sight of the two who were bowing their heads and whispering.

Zhou Qingluo raised his head. Song Ling was wearing big sunglasses, and the corner of his mouth was twitching. Looking at him, he should be looking at himself.

Didn't he go out on a date and come back so soon?

Song Ling raised his chin towards him, "Here."

Zhou Qingluo pointed at himself: "Me?"

"A gift from my father."

Zhou Qingluo: "..." You say it again?

Lou Yang couldn't hold back, and as soon as Song Ling left, he immediately laughed out loud, covering his mouth to prevent himself from laughing too loudly.

Zhou Qingluo vowed secretly that he must find a chance to beat Song Ling up.

Zhou Qingluo was angry all day because of the phrase 'a gift from his father', wondering what kind of bodhisattva Jiang Shiyan was, who could endure Song Ling for so long.

Gossip news has always been transmitted from person to person. After a while, the entire coffee shop staff knew that Song Ling, who was always unsmiling, made Zhou Qingluo happy again and again, and cared for him so much that he bought eye drops for him.

After work, many people came to inquire about his relationship with Song Ling, and surrounded him tightly.

Looking at the eager eyes, Zhou Qingluo actually experienced the feeling of occupying public resources.

He thought about how to answer this question, but he couldn't tell the truth.

Fortunately, he is quite good at telling nonsense in a serious manner.

Zhou Qingluo pondered for a long time before he said slowly: "It's okay to tell you."

Everyone came together immediately. Their high school head teacher saw that concentration and couldn't help but say: You are so serious in class, you have already entered Tsinghua University.

Zhou Qingluo said again: "You all know that Song Ling likes to eat the meals my dad cooks, so why don't you order lunch from my dad?"

The crowd nodded.

Zhou Qingluo was tactically silent for a few seconds, and everyone's attention increased a bit.

Zhou Qingluo was persuasive and persuasive: "We all know that food is the most important thing for the people. People are like iron rice or steel. If you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry. Especially for picky eaters, it is not easy to find a good chef."

Everyone nodded again.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Zhou Qingluo was very satisfied.

"Song Ling is a picky eater, he is afraid that I will cut off his food."

At this time, Song Ling was coming out of the elevator, and heard someone's food shortage remarks from a distance.