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

Zhao Cheng has always been dedicated to his work. As soon as Song Ling came in, he quickly put away his negative energy and greeted him with a smile: "Good morning, Mr. Song."

Song Ling nodded to show that he heard, but kept looking at Zhou Qingluo.

Zhou Qingluo also smiled professionally, "Good morning."

Song Ling raised his eyebrows lightly, "Morning."

Zhou Qingluo was quite surprised. Song Ling seemed to be in a good mood once he changed from his usual lifelessness.

After my birthday, I am one year older, so I am a little more sensible.

Zhao Cheng was very hurt. It was also good morning. Why was his greeting taken as air?

A good mood seems to be contagious, Zhou Qingluo asked with a smile, "Are you the same old one?"

Today seemed to be a sunny day, Song Ling suddenly didn't want to eat the tasteless vegetarian sandwiches and the bitter espresso.

Song Ling: "What did you eat today? Or fat intestines and stinky tofu?" If so, he is willing to try it.

Zhou Qingluo smelled it subconsciously, but didn't smell anything special.

Although he didn't know why Song Ling asked, Zhou Qingluo answered honestly: "No, buns, tea, eggs, soy milk."

"Where did you eat?"

"Just buy it from the steamed stuffed bun shop on the side of the road."

"Take me to buy."

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

I don't know whose cup was not held firmly, it fell to the ground with a bang, and rolled again.

Then there was a flurry of tidying up.

Zhou Qingluo: "How about I buy it for you?"

Song Ling was unmoved.

Zhou Qingluo: "Why don't you go buy it yourself, turn right when you go out, and you will be there after passing a traffic light."

Song Ling still stood where he was, looked at him motionless, and repeated, "Take me to buy."

Zhou Qingluo stared at him in silence for three seconds, trying to see from his expression why it was necessary to go buy breakfast together.

But his expression was unwavering, and Zhou Qingluo didn't see anything.

Zhou Qingluo thought that the person opposite him was a VIP and couldn't play. This was a job in a coffee shop with five insurances and one housing fund. His comics hadn't started to make a lot of money, so he had to calm down.

"Okay, let's go."

Song Ling hooked the corner of his mouth: "Okay."

Before Zhou Qingluo left, he did not forget to tell Zhao Cheng: "Cut."

Zhao Cheng nodded firmly: "Okay, cut."

Zhou Qingluo: "Cut."

Song Ling looked at the two people who were coming and going, and the corners of his mouth gradually became even.

Could it be that there is something wrong with these two people, they must like to identify brothers indiscriminately.

The two walked out the door side by side, and there were three other people paying attention behind them.

As soon as Zhou Qingluo turned his head, the three of them immediately pretended to be busy with their own business.

Zhou Qingluo: "Who else hasn't eaten breakfast, do you need to bring it?"

Only Lou Yang raised his hand: "Me."

"What to eat?"

"Just like you."

"it is good."

Li Lu and Zhao Cheng: "..." Warrior.

When the two went out, Li Lu raised her hand to take a picture, framed their backs in the frame, squinted her eyes and clicked twice, "I finally know why everyone loves CP, come on, it's better to fall in love All sweet."

Zhao Cheng was not reconciled after hearing this, what could be sweeter than true love?Same-sex love has its own sweetness?

Zhao Cheng: "Honey, the two of them just walked together without doing anything, is it sweeter than true love?"

Li Lu looked like a superior, and said with a smile: "We can't watch what they do, and we can't watch it even if we spend money."

Zhao Cheng: "..." Why does he get hurt when other people fall in love?

The single dog Lou Yang couldn't take it anymore, "It's fine, it's fine, I didn't pay for what you said, so I can't listen to it."

Li Lu sighed softly, and said to Lou Yang, "Little Lanzi, do you know why you are single?"

Lou Yang replied frankly: "The main reason is that I am busy making money and have no time."

"..." Lou Yang's eyesight shows that he should be single, otherwise he wouldn't fail to see Song Ling's troubled expression when he looked at him just now.

Song Ling walked out of the coffee shop with a dark face, and asked Zhou Qingluo once outside the door: "What are you talking about?"

Zhou Qingluo: "Call Zhao Cheng to cut it off."

Song Ling didn't speak, but looked at him with a straight face.

Zhou Qingluo wondered, why did Song Ling's face suddenly turn dark when he heard that Zhao Cheng wanted to cut his flesh and leave?

Whether Baomu Group's shares can be bought, he knows best.

"You now call everyone Brother Brother?"

Zhou Qingluo was puzzled: "?"

"How many good brothers do you have? Huh?"

Seeing the tone of some people gradually became erratic, Zhou Qingluo felt something was wrong, "What are you talking about? Zhao Cheng bought the shares of Baomu Group. Recently, the poisonous seafood incident was exposed, and Baomu's stock plummeted. He lost a lot of money. I will call He cut off his leg and left."

"Is this the cut?"

"That's right, the one who cuts the flesh."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo watched some people's gradually cracking expressions, and finally understood what was going on.

He said jokingly: "I have a few good brothers, but I don't have any good brothers."

After all, Song Ling embarrassed him too many times. Zhou Qingluo originally wanted to take the opportunity to laugh at him and let him know the sadness of embarrassment, but he didn't expect that the cold face of some people would suddenly shine brightly.

He was wondering, Song Ling said, "There is one."

"?"

"I."

"..." Some people think about farting all day long.

Zhou Qingluo brought Song Ling to the steamed stuffed bun shop. Steamers were stacked almost as high as a person, and there were still some people waiting in line.

The soy milk in this store is freshly ground, fresh and piping hot, and is very popular.

But Song Ling didn't look at the menu, but looked at his face.

In the crowd, Zhou Qingluo immediately attracted many people's attention when he was watched by a person with such scorching eyes.

Zhou Qingluo rubbed his face subconsciously, "There's the menu."

Song Lingcai looked away as if nothing had happened.

Zhou Qingluo frowned slightly, but soon let it go, after all, Song Ling was not normal every day.

"Zhou Qingluo, you can't be so biased in life."

"???" It really wasn't normal.

"Why did I ask you to buy breakfast and you didn't come, but you offered to bring it for Lou Yang?"

"...I did it by the way."

"By the way, it's also proactive."

Zhou Qingluo blew his bangs on his forehead depressedly, paying tribute to the international bullshit athletes with silence.

At this time, the eldest brother in front howled, "Boss, ten sour chicken buns."

"Good."

Zhou Qingluo: "???" And this kind of buns?

The boss opened the steamer drawer where the sour chicken buns were opened, and the sour smell immediately smelt.

Zhou Qingluo looked carefully at the menu, there was pickled cabbage and chicken buns.

It is called sour chicken bun for short.

Zhou Qingluo was no longer embarrassed when the elder brother interrupted him, pointing to the menu and saying, "Look at what kind of stuffed buns you want to eat."

Song Ling's face was not very good-looking: "Same as you."

"But you don't like spicy food." Zhou Qingluo paused, and asked sincerely, "Why don't you have a sour chicken bun?"

"..."

As if someone had been connoted with something, the air suddenly froze for a moment.

Song Ling said meaningfully: "Zhou Qingluo, you really know my preferences like the back of your hand."

"..."

The eldest brother walked over with the sour chicken buns, just in time to hear the conversation between the two, and kindly reminded: "The sour chicken buns are also spicy."

As soon as the eldest brother finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter.

Zhou Qingluo wished to find a hole in the ground to get in. For some reason, there was a strange phenomenon in the crowd. Everyone was clearly doing their own thing, but their attention could be quickly gathered.

At this time, he still keeps his mouth shut to keep safe. After all, some people may suffer from some serious illness such as anthropogenic disorder, and they don't know what embarrassment feels like.

Zhou Qingluo said to the boss: "One potato and chicken bun, one spicy vermicelli bun, two boiled eggs, and two cups of soy milk."

The boss packed them up one by one and handed them to Zhou Qingluo: "It's 13 yuan in total."

Zhou Qingluo took the breakfast, glanced at Song Ling, then at the QR code, "Pay."

Song Ling obediently took out her mobile phone and scanned the QR code to pay.

As soon as the two left, the girl in the back said to the other girl, "Oh my God, those two little brothers were so handsome just now. I regret not adding WeChat. Is there still time for me to catch up?"

Another girl said, "You're out of luck."

"You are too offensive."

"The tall one never left the short one's face. The short one, keep in mind the tall one's preferences, you have a taste."

The two girls sighed at the same time.

The phenomenon that handsome guys have boyfriends is not just a legend.

Zhou Qingluo and Song Ling walked back, and Song Ling suddenly asked, "Zhou Qingluo, how old are you?"

Alarm bells were ringing in Zhou Qingluo's heart. The last time Song Ling asked him his age, he still wanted to watch that kind of movie with him.

"21 years old, it is a good age to be vigorous and positive."

"Two years younger than me, you should call me brother, or brother."

Zhou Qingluo smiled when he saw his face implying that he wanted to call him brother.

"Don't worry about age, there are still three-year-old grandpas, seniority is the eternal god."

Song Ling: "You can call me grandpa if you want."

Zhou Qingluo had no choice but to give him a thumbs up, praising his strange brain circuit.

Zhou Qingluo suddenly remembered the matter of persuading Song Ling to be financially independent, leave the Song family, and walk towards the light.

This is a good opportunity for side-firing.

"Although I am only 21 years old and have only a junior college education, I am financially independent with my own hands."

"Oh formidable."

"Of course it's great."

Song Ling stretched out both hands, and raised one foot to stand on one foot, "Is this so?"

"???"

"With both hands, the golden rooster is independent."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo's nasal voice was a bit indistinguishable, and he emphasized again: "Economy, economy, independence, independence, the kind of economic independence that earns money by oneself."

"Zhou Qingluo, it turns out that not only do you not distinguish between front and back nasal sounds, but you also have an accent."

Zhou Qingluo looked at him speechlessly, trying to stay rational, not to let him lead him into the ditch, and advised him, "Financial independence means that you can do what you want without being restrained by others."

"Oh formidable."

"..." This perfunctory tone is different from a boyfriend praising his girlfriend that every outfit looks good.

Zhou Qingluo never thought that Song Ling had become so irresponsible for his own life, and he didn't even understand such a simple truth!

Then he had to step up his efforts.

Zhou Qingluo: "I think men need to be financially independent, what do you think?"

Song Ling: "Yes, that's right."

"If you are not financially independent, you are not considered a man."

Song Ling suddenly stopped and looked at him.

Zhou Qingluo: "What do you see me doing?"

"You don't have to be so demanding of yourself."

"?"

"Even if you are not financially independent, I can support you."

"..." You are quite sincere.

Zhou Qingluo petrified on the spot. He really wanted to get into Song Ling's head and see how his brain circuits grew, but he didn't understand what he meant at all.

Are you being too reserved?

Zhou Qingluo didn't bother to talk to him, and advised himself to be patient and persuasive, and he couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Tang Seng didn't go to Xitian in a day, and it didn't take a day to put down the butcher knife. It didn't take a day for Song Ling to know the importance of earning money. Sex, look for another chance later.

Zhou Qingluo had no choice but to shut up and walk back, for fear that someone would say something shocking to the world again.

Song Ling raised his hand and patted Zhou Qingluo's head. After the pat, he didn't feel satisfied, so he rubbed it again.

Zhou Qingluo has a lot of hair, and the hair is soft, and when he rubs it, it becomes messy and fluffy, like a grass nest.

Zhou Qingluo was a little speechless, straightened his hair messed up by some people, and used his trump card: "Knead again, there is really a charge, two hundred a time."

"800 night package?"

"..." Whenever Song Ling said more than three serious words, he called him brother.

Zhou Qingluo was helpless, "I love rubbing my hair so much, why don't you rub your own, it's economical."

"What's the point of rubbing yourself?"

"Then you can't rub me either."

Zhou Qingluo was a little annoyed, but some people seemed to be in a good mood, walking beside him at a leisurely pace.

"Angry again, huh?"

Zhou Qingluo couldn't stand the half teasing and half coaxing tone, rolled his eyes and walked ahead first.

Unexpectedly, Song Ling followed him in three or two steps, put his hand on his shoulder, moved his head closer, and said in a drawling tone: "Stingy, then you can rub me once too."

Zhou Qingluo walked forward with a dull face, as if he was reticent.

Song Ling is also very strange, Zhou Qingluo seems to carry all the good mood, teasing him seems to be addictive.

He told Zhou Qingluo, "Why don't I rub you twice, I'm cheap, 100 once, 400 overnight."

Seeing some people begging for nothing, Zhou Qingluo didn't know whether he was amused or angry. He laughed and scolded: "Whoever likes to use hands and feet like you, is full of bad habits."

Some people simply put their chins on his shoulders, "Rub one."

Zhou Qingluo pushed him away, "Don't rub!"

"Hairs have to be rubbed together to be interesting."

"..."

"Really, trust me."