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

As soon as Song Ling finished speaking, the coughing sounded one after another.

This sentence, which even a dog can smell a trace of ambiguity, can already make up several lingering dramas in the ears of this group of people with extremely developed gossip nerves.

Zhou Qingluo felt a little confused, why did Song Ling always appear so coincidentally when he was making a fool of himself, and then watched his strange appearance all over again.

Didn't he just go up and come down before his butt is hot?

Are you starving?

But he has seen the world, the more chaotic the scene, the less he can panic.

He calmed down, adjusted his expression, and stood forward like a normal person, smiling very professionally.

The embarrassment of adults is left in the past, after all, life still has to go on.

If you don't know how to answer, just pretend nothing happened.

Zhou Qingluo pushed the breakfast over professionally, "Your breakfast is ready, I've been waiting for a long time."

Song Ling shook his head, "Then send it up."

After he finished speaking, he walked leisurely towards the elevator.

Zhou Qingluo didn't understand why Song Ling came down, why didn't he bring it up by himself, he had to make another trip.

However, there are always many difficulties in being a worker, so he had no choice but to pick up the dinner plate and follow Song Ling, step by step.

Cui Zi said that he ordered a batch of blank mugs and asked him to draw on the mugs. When the mugs will come, he can concentrate on drawing and stop serving this master.

As soon as the two left, Zhao Cheng touched Li Lu's arm, "Lu Lu, when Qing Luo was fierce to Song Ling just now, did it look like you were fierce to me?"

Li Lu nodded: "A little bit."

The two looked at each other and said in unison: "They still have a story."

Zhao Cheng: "Mr. Song is not the kind of person who is so confused that he finds a substitute. Qing Luo doesn't understand men too much."

Lou Yang: "But Qing Luo is also a man."

Zhao Cheng: "..."

Li Lu sneered and looked at Zhao Cheng.

Seeing Li Lu's expression, Zhao Cheng felt guilty: "Lu Lu, what, what's wrong?"

Li Lu: "If you want me to know that I look like your ex-girlfriend, you will die."

Zhao Cheng was a little confused, "Aren't you quite generous just now, explaining to Qing Luo that maybe you just like this type?"

"If you like this type, go find someone else, don't come to me!"

Zhao Cheng: "..."

Lou Yang: "..." Love is too difficult, it's definitely not his fault that he doesn't have a girlfriend!

Zhou Qingluo followed Song Ling, thinking about how to explain to Song Ling the three preposterous sentences just now.

What if Song Ling complained to Cui Zi, and he was criticized for a trivial matter, and his money was deducted.

Zhou Qingluo had a bad heart before, and he was always calm. He didn't lose his temper very much, let alone get really angry. Even if the boss called him to change the picture overnight at two o'clock in the morning, he didn't care.

But when he saw that it was Song Ling's face, he was furious.

Zhou Qingluo couldn't figure it out, and finally came to a conclusion——

Song Ling owes too much.

Song Ling, who owed too much, walked into the elevator first, and thoughtfully helped him block the elevator door.

Zhou Qing Luomai stepped into the elevator, only to feel that something was wrong.

Under normal circumstances, it is the workers who help the customers press the elevator to block the elevator door. Does this seem to be the other way around?

He yelled at Song Ling just now, and Song Ling's actions were a bit like revenge.

Zhou Qingluo felt a little embarrassed: "Thank you."

Song Ling remained silent, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at him openly.

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

It's embarrassing enough that there are only two people in the elevator, and staring at it like this...

Maybe Song Ling didn't know how to write the word embarrassment at all.

Something must be said to ease his embarrassing cancer symptoms.

"I'm sorry just now, I was really scared by you, so I spoke a little loudly."

Song Ling changed his posture slowly, and said in a drawling tone: "The reincarnated soul boy is angry, it really shouldn't be underestimated."

"..." Zhou Qingluo coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment, "We were just joking around."

Song Ling smiled slightly, looked him up and down, "Unexpectedly, our Daoist is delicate and weak."

The anger in Zhou Qingluo's heart flared up again, he tried not to grit his teeth, "The coffee is getting cold, why don't you take a sip now?"

Then shut up.

Song Ling pursed her lips and suppressed the raised corners of her mouth, "Zhou Qingluo, you are so fierce to me when you are off work, why are you so obedient when you are at work?"

Zhou Qingluo sighed softly. People like Song Ling who have never been beaten by society will understand the delicate relationship between beating workers and customers in the company.

Zhou Qingluo: "The customer is God."

Song Ling raised his hand, clasped the top of Zhou Qingluo's head and pressed down, the fluffy hair scratched his palm a little itchy, and he couldn't help rubbing it again.

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

Just as he was about to resist, Song Ling had already moved his hand away, and said solemnly, "You were so angry that your hair stood on end just now."

Zhou Qingluo's scalp was numb. He felt like a dog. He looked at the door dutifully, but was slapped by someone for no reason. That person was still the owner's boss, so he couldn't bite.

He tossed his hair in protest.

I feel more like a dog after the dump.

Zhou Qingluo: "You read it wrong, it represents an unyielding soul."

Song Ling looked at his bangs fluttering in the wind, and couldn't help laughing.

"Zhou Qingluo, are you and I really related?"

Holding the tray, Zhou Qingluo smiled professionally, "Yes, the relationship between customers and shop assistants."

"Is there anything else to do?"

Zhou Qingluo didn't know how much Song Ling had heard, but he hoped that Song Ling had heard everything, that he knew his identity as a stand-in, really didn't want to be in the top position, and kept himself safe, but he also sincerely hoped that he would let go of his obsessions, get out of his demons, and live a better life.

Zhou Qingluo was about to speak, but Song Ling preempted him.

He sighed slowly, as if he was still aggrieved, "I already sent you a small card."

"?"

Zhou Qingluo paused, some people's minds were full of chaos, and they didn't hear a single word they should have heard!

He had no choice but to blow the bangs on his forehead in depression.

Song Ling looked at the two tufts of hair that he had blown up, and laughed, "Zhou Qingluo, why are you so cute?"

"..." You are cute, and your whole family is cute.

Lord, there is!interest!

As a man, being praised one after another for being cute, Zhou Qingluo felt that he was not well.

Men are either handsome, cool, ruthless, cold, attractive, bad, or all six like Song Ling.

What's the matter with being cute?

Zhou Qingluo was washing the cups depressed, while Zhao Cheng, Lou Yang, and Li Lu stared at the phone talking and laughing.

Li Lu: "It's so cute, look, it's so cute."

Zhao Cheng: "Yeah, cute, don't you think Lou Yang is cute?"

Lou Yang: "It's quite cute."

Zhou Qingluo: "..." Today's cuteness is beyond the standard.

Zhou Qingluo didn't really want to participate in the topic of "cuteness", but Zhao Cheng had to pull him into the group chat, "Qingluo, take a look."

Zhou Qingluo glanced at it, and it turned out to be a little white milk dog that was just born all this time. It was fluffy, with pink paws, and its little nose was arching and arching on the blanket.

Zhao Cheng: "Is it cute?"

Zhou Qingluo: "I think it's quite handsome."

The other three: "?"

Zhou Qingluo: "When he grows up, he will definitely be a cool, attractive and manly dog."

Li Lu: "Qing Luo, it's just a puppy hook."

Zhao Cheng: "And it's a female dog hook."

Lou Yang couldn't help laughing: "Hahahaha Qing Luo, you are so cute."

The three of them laughed together, and Zhou Qingluo shut himself up on the spot.

When the three of them had laughed enough, Zhao Cheng came over and talked to him, "Lovely Qing Luo..."

Zhou Qingluo interrupted him angrily, "Speak well your motherfucking."

Zhao Cheng: "The handsome and attractive Qing Luo."

Zhou Qingluo was very satisfied, "Let's talk about something."

Zhao Cheng actually asked Zhou Qingluo for help.

Zhao Cheng grew up in the Truth, Goodness and Beauty Welfare Institute. The orphanage was renovated recently, and an entire wall was vacated. The director wanted to paint on the wall.

But the orphanage did not have the budget for this item, and the average painter would need 2 yuan to finish painting the wall, and the orphanage could not hire painters.

Zhou Qingluo can draw, and it's cartoons, the children in the orphanage should like it very much.

His style is very humorous, and his painting skills are not bad. Last time the store celebrated, he gave two posters to choose from. In order to cater to fans, one is the promotional poster of the vowed comic "Meeting" and the other is the commemorative poster "Fate" drawn by Zhou Qingluo , the number of guests choosing "Fate" is actually comparable to "Meeting".

Zhao Cheng told Zhou Qingluo his request in detail, and Zhou Qingluo agreed without thinking about it after listening to Zhao Cheng's words, "Okay."

Zhao Cheng was a little embarrassed: "But there is no money to pay you."

Zhou Qingluo smiled: "It's okay."

"Okay, then this weekend, I will buy the paint, and I will bring your class. You go to paint, and I will send you the address."

"Row."

Zhao Cheng trembled a little with excitement, "Thank you Qing Luo, I grew up in the orphanage, and now I have nothing to do, the only thing I can do to help the orphanage is this."

Zhao Cheng was a little choked up at the end, Zhou Qingluo patted him on the shoulder, "Nonsense, knowing how to be grateful is the greatest achievement."

Zhao Cheng really wanted to hug Zhou Qingluo, but he was afraid that Mr. Song would appear unexpectedly, so he shook his hand solemnly, "Thank you, Comrade Qingluo."

Zhou Qingluo smiled seriously: "Serve the people."

Zhou Qingluo received the address that Zhao Cheng sent him. The orphanage is in the west of the city, called the Zhenshanmei Welfare Institute.

Truth, Goodness and Beauty Welfare Institute...

It seems that the girl who sold roses on the night of Qixi Festival was a volunteer for this orphanage.

So Song Ling bought all the flowers, is it also to support the repair work of the orphanage?

Do you simply want to show your love instead of thinking about buying it as a gift for him?

Is Song Ling so caring?

He was thinking about Song Ling's matter in his mind when Song Ling's news came in.

【. 】: Come up.

Zhou Qingluo sneered, thinking that he really treated him like a dog, so whoever he pointed at, hit him.

How many times did he go back and forth to the third floor in this short period of time?

Zhou Qingluo typed the word "no time" before remembering the identities of the two, one is a vip and the other is a worker, their identities are extremely unequal.

[Xiang Qianjin]: I'm not free now, how about asking Lou Yang to go up?

【. 】:Is it.

Zhou Qingluo's eyebrows twitched. Looking at the two familiar words, he automatically imagined Song Ling's yin and yang tone, and suddenly he felt bad.

Song Ling sent a photo, Zhou Qingluo clicked on it, and it turned out to be the monitoring screen of the hall, and in the monitoring screen, he was shaking hands with Lou Yang.

really!

Song Ling was spying on him!

No wonder he can always appear in front of me at his most embarrassing time to watch me laugh!

【. 】: Haven't finished holding it yet?Do you want to hug again?

Zhou Qingluo was speechless when he saw this message. For some reason, he actually saw something strange.

[Xiang Qianjin]: You are not the owner of our shop, how come there is a surveillance screen of our coffee shop? ? ?

When Song Ling received this text message from Zhou Qingluo, he glanced at it. On the surveillance screen, there was Zhou Qingluo's frightened expression, as if he was about to eat the camera.

... Careless.

【. 】: Do you think it is difficult for me to hack into your monitoring system?

In the surveillance screen, Zhou Qingluo's expression froze for a moment, then he became accustomed to it, and then disappeared from the screen.

Song Ling breathed a sigh of relief, closed the computer, picked up a magazine at random, and flipped through it in agitation.

Why did you post a screenshot.

Hearing footsteps outside the door, he immediately sat down and read a book seriously.

Zhou Qingluo went up to the third floor, and Song Ling was leaning on the sofa and flipping through "Men's Clothes" calmly, with a calm and calm appearance, without a trace of yin and yang.

The woman on the cover is full of styles, her impressive measurements are very eye-catching, her deep V red dress is paired with black stiletto heels, her eyes are blurred, her red lips are slightly parted, as seductive as she wants.

Isn't Song Ling crooked? Why is he interested in "Men's Clothes"?

Is he trying to straighten himself?

Song Ling raised his eyes and saw Zhou Qingluo staring at the magazine in his hand, and he also looked down at the magazine.

He closed the magazine with a snap, and Zhou Qingluo's eyes were cut off, feeling a little pity.

Song Ling: "Looks good?"

Zhou Qingluo thought it was a bit funny, and he wasn't looking at what the question was asking, "You have to ask yourself."

"Do you want to see it?"

Zhou Qingluo: "?" Did he look like he wanted to see it?

Song Ling: "No."

"...I didn't want to see it!"

"If you want to see it, you won't give it."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo didn't want to continue this kind of elementary school chicken-like conversation, "What do you need from me?"

Song Ling raised his chin, "Sit."

"I won't sit down."

Song Ling paused with his fingertips, then turned to look at him, "It's been a long time."

"Then make a long story short."

Song Ling didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

Zhou Qingluo felt that the tone just now was a bit provocative, so he explained with a smile, "After all, I'm at work."

Song Ling: "Are you free this weekend?"

"No time."

"5 yuan, to paint a picture on the wall, is there no time?"

Hearing about the money, Zhou Qingluo hesitated, "It must be this weekend? Can I do it next weekend?"

Song Ling: "It must be this weekend."

Zhou Qingluo shook his head, "That's not free."

Song Ling: "Just do me a favor?"

Zhou Qingluo: "I really don't have time."

"What about July [-]th? Are you free?"

Zhou Qingluo counted, July [-]th is Ghost Festival, isn't it just Zhou Tian?

Song Ling looked at him with anticipation, and he couldn't bear to refuse, but he had already promised Zhao Cheng that he would go to the orphanage to paint.

He shook his head: "I'm not free for two days on weekends."

Song Ling's face visibly cooled down, extremely gloomy.

Zhou Qingluo felt a gust of wind blowing by his ears.

Recently Song Ling is so easy to talk, Zhou Qingluo has almost forgotten his cold and ruthless villain, and he is a bit unscrupulous.

Perhaps Zhou Qingluo rejected it too thoroughly, causing Song Ling to lose face.

"On July [-]th, what did you ask me for? Can I do it now? If I can, I'll do it for you now."

Song Ling answered angrily, "No."

Zhou Qingluo: "I'll help you after get off work on Monday, okay?"

"I said no!"

"I promised Zhao Cheng to go..."

"then you go."

Zhou Qingluona was bored, and he had a good attitude, but some people put their noses in the face, and even made a set of "you listen to me to explain, if I don't listen, I don't listen"?

How can someone ask for help like this, today he wants some people to know what politeness is.

"July [-]th is Ghost Festival. This day is very cloudy. It is an unlucky day and everything is not suitable. If you have any plans, it is best to put them on hold."

"Aren't you the reincarnation of the Taoist priest? Why are you still afraid of ghosts?"

"You don't know that, on July [-]th, the gates of ghosts are wide open, and ghosts and evil spirits come and go, even the gods have to stay out of the way."

Song Ling kept a cold face and remained motionless, as if he was really angry.

Zhou Qingluo knew that if the quarrel continued, the two would probably start a fight, but he couldn't beat Song Ling, so he changed the subject.

"Do you want to decide on magazines like "Rule of Law Weekly"? After all, hacking other people's surveillance systems is illegal."

Song Ling ignored him, as if he had fallen into a black hole, immersed in his own world, as if he was thinking about something, his expression was very focused, but his eyes were out of focus.

"Or, can you upgrade our company's firewall? The kind that even you can't hack."

Song Ling didn't speak, Zhou Qingluo withdrew first: "Then you are busy first, I will leave first."

"Zhou Qingluo."

Zhou Qingluo turned his head, met Song Ling's eyes, and couldn't help being startled.

His eyes were too complicated, full of resentment and unwillingness, as well as struggle and helplessness, too full of emotions, as if he was clamoring to make a hole in someone else's heart.

Sitting there, he felt a kind of unexplainable sadness, like a wild beast that had been hit by someone, licking his wounded body dying.

Zhou Qingluo was a little taken aback. Could it be that the fifteenth day of July is an important day for Song Ling?

Just as he was about to explain, he heard Song Ling say, "July [-]th, is it really the day when evil spirits are born?"

"Is it really unlucky?"

Zhou Qingluo's breathing stagnated, and his heart twitched restlessly.

It was like a soft thorn pierced his heart, it was sore, numb, and a little painful.