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

When Zhou Qingluo saw Song Ling's selfie, he almost threw away his phone.

selfie?

Song Ling actually sent him a selfie!Shabixi also made a heart-to-heart comparison.

Zhou Qingluo felt that his eyes were hot. If he was a 23-year-old middle-school boy, he would be [-] years old. Can he be normal?

Zhou Qingluo was already going to bed, but he didn't expect such a big thing to happen in Moments.

Delete the circle of friends by yourself, there is no silver 300 taels here, let Song Ling delete it, but I don’t know if some people really don’t understand or pretend to be confused, and send him selfies!

In the middle of the night, he was so angry that he was sweating profusely.

He glanced at the selfie Song Ling sent again, handsome is really handsome, coquettish is really coquettish.

If this photo is printed out and pasted on a small card, and then stuffed into the crack of the door of a remote small hotel, it will definitely be the top card of the hotel.

Damn, he must be too beautiful, otherwise, how could the light outline his outline so well, should be bright, should be dark, collarbone and Adam's apple seemed to be highlighted, shameless and sexy.

Seduce who?

Realizing that he stared at Song Ling's selfie for too long, Zhou Qingluo cursed in his heart.

[Xiang Qianjin]: Beauty is shameful.

【. 】: Without beauty, I am so good-looking?

Zhou Qingluo laughed angrily. He kept on doing nothing, started drawing software, randomly down a small card that was not very civilized on the Internet, cut out the picture of the beautiful woman on it, and posted Song Ling's selfie on P, There is no sense of disobedience at all!

He sent it to Song Ling.

[Xiang Qianjin]: Print it out and distribute it, you're welcome.

[Xiang Qianjin]: If you send it indiscriminately, I will print it out for you and send it out for you.

Finally, Song Ling calmed down. It seems that some people like to counter violence with violence.

Zhou Qingluo was about to go to bed when the phone rang, and it was a string of unfamiliar numbers.

He picked it up, it was an advertisement, and asked him if he needed to bet, the online lottery with sexy beauties, and the chance to spend the spring night with the beauties who dealt the cards.

Zhou Qingluo was speechless, it was late at night, which salesman was so dedicated, he hung up the phone directly after saying that he didn't need it.

Just as Zhou Qingluo turned over, the phone rang again. When he saw that it was an unfamiliar number again, he immediately dialed it off.

Just cut off, the phone rang again.

He picked it up impatiently, and before the other party could speak, he preemptively said, "No need, no need, no need, no money, I refuse pornography, I refuse to gamble, and I am still patriotic, united, friendly, dedicated, democratic, free and harmonious, understand?"

After he bombarded wildly for a while, the other party didn't respond, only the sound of electric current sizzle.

Xiao Mian, be overwhelmed.

Just as he was about to hang up, the WeChat on his mobile phone prompted a new message. Zhou Qingluo clicked on it habitually. It was Song Ling who forwarded the small card back.

And the other party's voice in the earpiece was smiling and magnetic, "What about a dragon, do you need it?"

When Song Ling's familiar voice came, Zhou Qingluo laughed angrily.

"Do you see what time it is?"

"I don't understand a few questions, please ask Mr. Zhou."

Hearing Song Ling's playful tone, Zhou Qingluo couldn't believe that he really had some questions to ask, maybe he was holding back some bad tricks.

But he wasn't afraid, "Just tell me."

The other end chuckled, and then said slowly: "I see the small card you sent me, I know all the words on it, but I don't quite understand what it means, Baoye 800, a dragon, ice and fire, dripping wax... …What means."

"..."

he!At once!Know!road!

Some people don't have such serious problems!

Zhou Qingluo's mind buzzed. Although Song Ling was not in front of him, just hearing his slapping voice, one could imagine how flamboyant his expression was at this time.

Is the small card so rich in content? He didn't even read it carefully.

"What do you mean, Teacher Zhou?"

"You are the fucking teacher!"

At night, Zhou Qingluo became more energetic, "Sleep! I'm sleepy! I have to go to work tomorrow! Bye!"

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone and turned off the phone to ensure safety.

He was sweating profusely with anger, got up and took a cold shower, and bumped into Zhou Qingmu unbiasedly.

Zhou Qingmu had a strange expression on his face: "Didn't you just take a shower?"

"It's too hot."

Zhou Qingmu suddenly smiled mysteriously, "Is this rose really left over from the store?"

"of course."

"Don't lie to me, I've seen your circle of friends. That rose was in the mirror on purpose."

Zhou Qingluo was stunned, he didn't know why God gave women a sixth sense.

But God is fair, he also gave men the ability to argue.

Zhou Qingluo said innocently: "What kind of rose is in the mirror?"

Zhou Qingmu handed over the phone, "Look for yourself."

Zhou Qingluo: "You buy me a computer, and I can't even show it off?"

Zhou Qingmu looked at his straight man's expression, and his face collapsed, "It's boring."

"It's boring to think too much."

Zhou Qingmu turned and went back to the room, Zhou Qingluo secretly heaved a sigh of relief, the contest between the sixth sense and the sophistry, the sophistry won.

Zhou Qingmu walked to the door of the room, turned around suddenly and asked, "Why don't you fall in love?"

Zhou Qingluo was taken aback, "Sister, you..."

"Did you meet a girl you like?"

Zhou Qingluo looked at her helplessly, "You have to get up early to catch the plane tomorrow."

"Still haven't met a boy you like?"

"..."

The small card with Song Ling's face appeared in Zhou Qingluo's head inexplicably, and he shut himself up on the spot.

He is self-inflicted.

Some people committed their own crimes, and Song Ling was not much better.

Desire is a mysterious and magical thing. Once awakened, it seems to be inexhaustible.

The straightforward words on the small card stimulated his nerves, and when he closed his eyes, he saw Zhou Qingluo's vivid appearance.

He threw off the quilt and got up to go to the bathroom.

Passing by the mirror, he glanced casually and saw the tattoo on his neck.

He was stunned, stopped, turned his head to look at the tattoo, and felt the suffocation of drowning.

This was a big gift from Song Jinyi when he first returned to the Song family.

It's been too long, and with the development of the body, the tattoo has been somewhat deformed, but the pattern is complete and clearly recognizable. Song Jinyi spent a lot of thought back then.

That year, Song Jinyi asked him to choose whether to stay in the deep end of the swimming pool for 10 minutes or get a tattoo.

He can't swim, but he chose to get a tattoo even though he was afraid of pain.

The cramped tattoo room, the indifferent tattoo artists, the humming of tattoo machines and the sound of steel needles piercing flesh are still his nightmares.

Despite this, Song Jinyi threw him into the swimming pool.

Although he didn't know what the tattoo meant, he only knew that Song Zhaoguang's indifference towards him at the beginning turned into hatred, and he began to torture him endlessly like a thorn in his side.

When he was young, he wore such a tattoo, and most people kept him at a respectful distance.

He wanted to wash it off for a while, but he was afraid of those terrible voices.

This tattoo opened a door to hell until he met Jiang Shiyan.

Jiang Shiyan rescued him from the swimming pool and told him that the tattoo on his neck was his favorite Juliet rose, and YS was SY in reverse, which happened to be the initials of his name.

They are very destined.

From then on, this tattoo was no longer a secret known only to the Song family, it seemed to have a reasonable origin, and everyone thought so, even him.

As for Zhou Qingluo, would he think so too?

Would he mind what happened between him and Jiang Shiyan?

What should he do if he minds?

On the night of Qixi Festival, Zhou Qingluo didn't sleep well at all, and had a dream all night.

He dreamed that Zhou Qingmu pointed a knife at him and asked him why he hadn't fallen in love yet, and whether he hadn't met someone he liked yet.

When the two were at war, a masked man fell from the sky and took him away, just like the special effects of a movie, the man flew away, and the evil voice still echoed in the air: "He likes me. "

The man took him into a sea of ​​roses, still holding 120 roses in his hands, knelt down on one knee, handed him a small card, and smiled charmingly, "Zhou Qingluo, don't be shy."

Zhou Qingluo took the flowers, and the man took off the mask. Under the mask was Song Ling's face, and the small card in his hand was also Song Ling, with some unsightly words printed on it!

Zhou Qingluo was so frightened that he threw away the flower, while Song Ling turned into a snow-white wolf with a big tail, wagging his big fluffy tail, staring at him with green eyes, grinning, showing sharp teeth.

Zhou Qingluo turned and ran, while the big-tailed wolf chased after him.

Chasing all the way to the cliff, Zhou Qingluo jumped, and the big-tailed wolf stood on the edge of the cliff, whining and howling up to the sky.

Zhou Qingluo woke up suddenly when his body lost weight suddenly.

How absurd it was in the dream, now he felt how nonsense it was.

Zhou Qingluo felt that the roses on Qixi Festival were poisonous.

He glanced at his phone, it was already five o'clock in the morning, and he got up quickly, just in time for Zhou Shoulin and Zhou Qingmu to go out with their luggage.

Zhou Shoulin looked at Zhou Qingluo who had two big dark circles under his eyes, "Did you wake up?"

Zhou Qingluo shook his head, and handed the gift box to Zhou Qingmu: "Here."

Zhou Qingluo smiled mysteriously: "The kit, take it apart on the plane."

Zhou Qingmu couldn't hold back, and chuckled, "Liar, it must be money, I don't want it."

Zhou Qingluo was silent, this was another contest between sixth sense and sophistry.

He put on an incredulous expression, "With such a small box, even 1000 yuan can't hold it?"

Zhou Qingmu hesitated a little.

Zhou Qingluo: "It's really a kit, I went to the temple to ask for it."

Zhou Qingmu accepted it with a smile, "Okay, thank you."

"Thank you, let's go now. I'll sleep for a while before going to work, so I won't see you off. I really have to turn it on on the plane, or it won't work."

Zhou Qingmu took it with a smile, and pushed the suitcase out the door.

On the taxi to the airport, Zhou Qingmu opened Zhou Qingluo's gift.

As she expected, there was a bank card and a four-panel comic inside.

In the comics, there is a girl in a white coat, concentrating on reading foreign literature, performing surgery on mice, and on general teachers. In the last frame, the girl is wearing a bachelor's cap, with firm eyes and high morale, and there is also a narration——

Achieve success in learning and serve the motherland.

Although there are only a few strokes, they are lifelike, which shows Zhou Qingluo's painting skills.

Thinking of Zhou Qingluo's serious nonsense, thinking that others would not be able to see it, but in fact he seemed very shallow, Zhou Qingmu laughed out loud.

The format of this comic is quite large.

Zhou Qingmu had a dream last night. She dreamed that Zhou Qingluo was brutally assassinated because she offended the second son of the Song Family Baomu Group, and her quota of going abroad was canceled for no reason.

Zhou Qingluo is gone. She owed a huge amount of debt because of vanity. Zhou Shoulin was exhausted in order to pay back the money, and was admitted to the ICU. Within two days, they were caught by the police.

Life was so miserable that it woke her up with fright.

The dream was so realistic, the dull pain in her heart seemed as if these things had happened in real life, she touched her heart, thankfully it was just a dream.

However, Zhou Qingluo must not provoke the Song family.

Zhou Shoulin smiled and said, "Qing Luo, the kid, even said that he asked for it from a temple. He obviously painted it himself."

Zhou Qingmu handed over the box, "There is another card."

Zhou Shoulin paused, then smiled, "This kid, no wonder I have to let you get on the plane before tearing it apart."

Zhou Qingmu: "This silly boy is talking nonsense in a serious manner, thinking that others can't see it. Dad, help me return it to him."

Zhou Shoulin: "Qing Luo has a little thought, just accept it."

"This must be all his belongings, I don't want it."

Zhou Shoulin didn't want to get involved with the siblings, "Then return it to him yourself."

Zhou Qingmu thought carefully, "Dad, Qing Luo is in a relationship, and there are a lot of places to spend money."

Zhou Shoulin immediately sat up straight, "Are you in love?"

"The big bouquet of red roses yesterday was said to be left in the store. Do you believe it? If someone gave it to him, or if he gave it to someone else, but he couldn't send it out."

Zhou Shoulin retorted: "How is it possible, who can refuse my son's rose!"

Zhou Qingmu was silent, speechless, "Dad, is this the point?"

Zhou Shoulin knew about his son's special aptitude. Some time ago, he went to the hospital for drinking because of a kid from a rich family.

Seeing Zhou Shoulin's worried expression, Zhou Qingmu said, "Dad, don't worry, Qing Luo is no longer the Qing Luo she used to be."

Zhou Shoulin thought for a moment, and then said: "You should keep the money, and you will be unhappy if you return it to Qingluo. People who are in love are more sensitive to emotions."

Zhou Qingmu took the card back silently, "Okay, then I'll keep it for him, and I can't make him unhappy."

The two hit it off immediately: "Let's do it."

Zhou Qingluo, who didn't even know that he was in love, packed up and came to the coffee shop with two giant panda eyes.

As soon as he came in, Lou Yang took the lead in booing, "Wow, what time did you sleep last night, so intense."

Zhao Cheng even wanted to peel off his collar to see if there was a little strawberry.

Zhou Qingluo pushed him away: "Go, go, your thoughts are too dirty, it's okay to read more children's literature to purify your soul."

Zhao Cheng: "Qing Luo, to tell you the truth, when Lulu and I got off work last night and went to the snack street for supper, we met you and Mr. Song walking on the road together."

Lou Yang: "There is a story."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Zhao Cheng: "Mr. Song also bought all the roses from a girl and gave them to you."

Lou Yang: "Romantic."

Zhou Qingluo yawned wearily, "That's because..."

Lou Yang: "So tired, it's been hard work."

Zhao Cheng winked at him: "In today's society, as long as it is true love, it will be blessed, regardless of gender."

Zhou Qingluo: "Listen to me..."

Lou Yang: "Don't explain, explaining is just covering up."

Zhou Qingluo pushed Lou Yang, "You think you're talking about cross talk, and you're still flattering yourself."

Zhou Qingluo actually felt a little bit of the distress of a celebrity, and he actually had an affair, and he couldn't argue with it.

But as an Internet celebrity who once had 2000 million fans, Zhou Qingluo certainly won't sit still.

Since explaining is covering up, then divert attention first, and then explain after the heat is over, and everything will be fine.

It's the old PR routine.

He hooked his fingers mysteriously, and lowered his voice: "Come here."

Zhao Cheng and Lou Yang approached, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Qingluo quickly pinched his fingers as if he hated the fortune teller.

Lou Yang: "Why? Fortune telling?"

Zhou Qingluo froze, staring at the two of them.

Two people: "?"

Although they were very puzzled, Zhou Qingluo seemed to be possessed by a master of metaphysics at this time. In addition, metaphysics generally prefers to believe its existence rather than its non-existence, so the two of them became serious.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting better, Zhou Qingluo turned his eyes back to his fingers and clicked his tongue.

Lou Yang and Zhao Cheng's necks stretched a little more.

Zhou Qingluo clasped his fists at them: "It turns out that the two are fellow Taoists, and their skills are still higher than mine. Disrespect and disrespect."

Zhao Cheng: "What do you mean?"

Zhou Qingluo: "To be honest, I am the reincarnation of Tianzun Tianzun, the third disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun, Yuwu Cave, and you two are above me. Could it be my senior brother, Cihang Taoist in Luojiadong, Putuo Mountain, and my second senior brother, Yuquanshan Jinxia?" Cave Jade Cauldron real person?"

Lou Yang and Zhao Cheng read the scriptures for a long time as if he was serious about it, and it took a while to realize that Zhou Qingluo was trying to make fun of them.

The two laughed and scolded: "Fuck you, crazy."

Zhou Qingluo scratched the tops of the two of them in a vague way: "Really! You two have a gossip formation in your natal charts, and the power of the gossip is about to come out, and Tianling Gai couldn't hold it anymore, so he rushed straight at me," he paused Next, he covered his chest with a painful expression, "The power of the two gossip formations is too strong, it hurts my vitality, stop it quickly."

Zhao Cheng came to his senses first, threw himself on Zhou Qingluo and scolded with a smile: "Come here and mess with him, this person hurts others without dirty words."

Lou Yang also rushed forward, "Fellow Daoist, I'm here."

The three wrestled into a ball.

It's a pity that Zhou Qingluo was too flexible, and the two of them didn't take advantage of it. Instead, Zhou Qingluo wrapped around their necks from left to right.

Lou Yang was anxious: "Old Zhao, touch his waist, scratch his stomach, he is ticklish."

Zhao Cheng and Lou Yang changed their tactics and reached out to scratch Zhou Qingluo.

Zhou Qingluo was really ticklish, so he disarmed and surrendered within two strokes.

The two who had just suffered a loss made a fuss and made a fuss. Zhou Qingluo struggled, but unexpectedly the soles of his feet slipped, and with a swipe, one foot slipped out.

Zhou Qingluo exclaimed: "Damn!" Did he split?

With such a slip, he unintentionally made a perfect vertical fork.

Zhao Cheng and Lou Yang were dumbfounded: "Damn..."

Lou Yang: "You know how to do splits?"

He was so surprised that he broke out four tones at the end.

Zhao Cheng clicked his tongue twice: "It turns out that our little Zhou is delicate and soft."

Zhou Qingluo was also amazed by his flexibility, and said triumphantly: "They say that I am the reincarnation of Yuanshi Tianzun's disciple, and I have split lightning when I crossed the catastrophe, so what's the point of splitting?"

Several people laughed together.

An unbearable voice broke the gradually nonsensical scene.

"Enough of you, the guests are here, what do they look like?"

The three turned their heads in unison.

It was Cui Zi who was speaking, and Song Ling beside her stood motionless, looking down at the third disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun who was doing splits——Zhou Qingluo, the reincarnation of Tianzun Daoxing in the Yuwu Cave of Jinting Mountain, who also split the thunder when he crossed the catastrophe.

Then he raised his eyebrows lightly.