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

After Zhou Qingluo finished speaking, he raised his hand to draw a few strokes, and the more he thought about it, the more something went wrong.

He carefully recalled what Song Ling said, and came to a conclusion——

"The master of the oath is Jiang Shiyan?"

"..."

"Is it really Jiang Shiyan?"

Song Ling was angry and helpless, walked over to take away his paintbrush, pushed his chair away from the table and turned around, forcing him to face himself, then bent down, supported his chair with both hands, and looked directly at his Eye.

Suddenly being controlled by someone, before Zhou Qingluo could react, Song Ling's enlarged high-definition face appeared in front of him again, with a gloomy expression, as if he was still a little unwilling.

Song Ling's aura was too strong, surrounded by him, Zhou Qingluo couldn't help shrinking down.

What is his expression, is he going to pick up the chair and throw it out of the window?

Has he become so paranoid that he can't even paint Jiang Shiyan's paintings?

Zhou Qingluo mobilized all the brain cells in his body, and finally confessed full of desire to survive, "I...I didn't deliberately imitate him to attract your attention, it was purely to make money, you...you don't know me yet."

During the critical period, you should be counseled or you must be counseled, life matters.

Song Ling cursed in a low voice.

"Zhou Qingluo, let me tell you, you are not Jiang Shiyan's substitute. I never regarded you as him. Didn't you hear?"

Zhou Qingluo was startled, but didn't react, and stared at him blankly.

Song Ling: "Really not, you trust me."

Zhou Qingluo's mouth moved, he didn't know what mood he was in, and he didn't know what to say. Song Ling's tone was a little cautious, like a child who had done something wrong begging for forgiveness.

Why did Song Ling suddenly explain this to him?

If he wasn't used as a stand-in, then he was talking about those flirtatious words to himself?

impossible.

Zhou Qingluo's mind was in a mess, and he unconsciously said something: "What? Are we not the same?"

Song Ling: "..."

Only when Zhou Qingluo came back to his senses did he realize what nonsense he had said.

"I mean, my hard work was not in vain, and I finally succeeded in letting you understand that Jiang Shiyan and I are not at all alike?"

Seeing the anticipation and excitement in his eyes, like fireworks being set off, Song Ling nodded firmly: "Yes."

Zhou Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and said, "That's great."

Song Ling looked into his eyes, and the fireworks exploded.

Zhou Qingluo slumped on the chair, muttering to himself: "My life is saved."

Finally, he will not be assassinated and can live in this world well.

Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to work hard, the identity of a stand-in has finally come to a perfect end today.

Song Ling: "What did you say?"

Zhou Qingluo immediately sat up straight, and explained seriously: "What I mean is, if you continue to be obsessed with it, I will have no choice but to go for plastic surgery. If the plastic surgery fails, I don't need to go for plastic surgery now."

Song Ling thought about it and realized that something was wrong. Some people only listened to half a sentence, "I said I never used you as a substitute, never, why did you think about plastic surgery."

"Really?" Zhou Qingluo was silent for a moment, and then said: "No, on the day of Jiang Shiyan's entrance into school, you hugged me and called his name very affectionately, and then licked and bit me..."

Zhou Qingluo was too ashamed to continue talking.

Song Ling looked like he had eaten overnight: "..."

Zhou Qingluo waved his hand: "Forget it, it doesn't matter if I don't mention it. In short, congratulations to Mr. Song for overcoming face blindness and successfully taking the first step out of broken love. Putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha is just around the corner."

Song Ling remained motionless with a cold face.

Zhou Qingluo: "What I mean is, you are on the right track at this step. It is very irrational to find a substitute. It will only make you sink deeper and deeper. In the end, both sides will suffer and the ending will be dismal."

Song Ling still didn't respond, just like the scene when he met him the first day.

Zhou Qingluo thought to himself, he'd better shut up.

Song Ling: "Were you there that day?"

Zhou Qingluo saw that some people looked like they had been exposed, and hated them so much that they seemed to spit out these words from between their teeth.

Also, who wants to let people see themselves in a mess.

In order not to embarrass him, Zhou Qingluo comforted him: "You just lost your relationship that night, so it was inevitable that you lost your composure, which is understandable."

After speaking, Song Ling seemed to feel even more uncomfortable, perhaps because he remembered the sad past, he could no longer rub salt on his wounds.

Zhou Qingluo sealed his mouth with tape: "Don't mention it, let's not mention it."

But Song Ling didn't intend to let go of the chair, and still held onto it tightly, trapping him in it.

Zhou Qingluo reached out and patted his shoulder, "We will be friends from now on."

Song Ling: "..."

Zhou Qingluo said very considerately: "This time, you don't have to help me mix the paint for the time being, so that you don't have to look at things and think about others. We are all friends. In the future, when I have money, I will call you, so that you can become financially independent and leave the Song family."

Song Ling looked into his clear eyes, laughed at himself, and let go.

He suddenly understood that his explanation was meaningless, because from the beginning to the end, Zhou Qingluo knew of Jiang Shiyan's existence and always thought he was Jiang Shiyan's substitute.

What made him even more helpless was that Zhou Qingluo didn't care at all.

Song Ling seemed sad, and Zhou Qingluo didn't know how to comfort him. The key point was that he didn't know how much Jiang Shiyan still had in Song Ling's heart. It was unknown whether the two of them would get back together when Jiang Shiyan came back. If you say the wrong thing, life will be difficult in the future.

After thinking about it, he could only say: "Don't be sad, everything will be fine."

The atmosphere in the studio was gloomy, but outside it was very happy. Lou Yang and Zhao Cheng were bickering, and the voices came into the room through the gap, making the atmosphere in the room even more dignified.

Zhao Cheng didn't know what kind of new product he made for Lou Yang to taste. Lou Yang took a sip and couldn't bear it anymore, "Zhao Cheng, are you a fucking barista? The coffee you make is worse than the cup."

Zhao Cheng pretended to try it, and added some more, "Really? I added some sugar, you can try again."

Lou Yang was skeptical, took another sip, and then spit it out, "Did you add fucking sugar! Why is it sour!"

Zhao Cheng couldn't hold back, he laughed loudly, "Because I added lemon powder."

Lou Yang vomited and cursed, "Give it to me and wait for me, I will let you know sooner or later what it means to come out to mess around, and you will have to pay it back sooner or later."

Song Ling came out of Zhou Qingluo's studio, went directly to Jiao Zuo's bar, and sat in a private room in a daze.

Been in a daze for two hours.

The manager couldn't stand it anymore, and reported to Jiao Zuo, "Boss, I just delivered water to Mr. Song, and I was so sad to see him lose his mind. I haven't seen him like this before. Why don't you take a look? What if he can't think about it?" .”

Jiao Zuo snorted, "Don't pay attention to him, he deserves it."

manager:"?"

Jiao Zuo knew right away that Song Ling must have explained it to others, but they didn't believe him.

Every detail of his previous life was Jiang Shiyan. If he wanted to say a few words with his lips together, people would believe him?

It's beautiful to think about.

If I knew this earlier, why did I do it in the first place, or I would have to pay it back sooner or later.

Jiao Zuo: "Ask the bartender to make a glass of wine, just ask the regret medicine left by your ex, and you give it to him. The strength should not be too high."

Manager: "..." He didn't really want to send it.

Isn't the boss the most nervous about his friend?Why are you provoking him in disguise now?

Jiao Zuo: "1000 yuan."

Manager: "I have to risk my life..."

"Three thousand."

"Okay, here we go."

When the manager brought the wine in, Song Ling was still in the same position, motionless for two hours.

This long time in a daze, is it going to the Guinness Book of World Records?

He coughed and put the wine in front of Song Ling, "Mr. Song, Mr. Jiao invites you to drink."

Song Ling raised his eyelids and glanced at him, signaling that he heard.

Manager: "The name of this glass of wine is... called..."

Song Ling glanced at him again, a little impatient.

The manager finished the next sentence very quickly, "Call the regret medicine left by the ex-boyfriend."

After he finished speaking, he rubbed the soles of his feet with oil and ran away. He didn't see Song Ling's expression of ready to kill someone.

As Jiao Zuo expected, after a while, Song Ling rushed into his office with a drink.

Before he could speak, Jiao Zuo raised his glass to him, "Come on, drink this cup of Mengpo soup, and tomorrow you will be a good man again."

Song Ling's complexion didn't improve, Jiao Zuo knew that if he didn't speak clearly, the glass of wine in Song Ling's hand would immediately hit his face, and the glass would hit her and his head.

"Don't be angry, am I afraid that you will be in a daze for too long and your veins will not flow smoothly, so I deliberately stimulate you to get up and move around!"

Song Lingliang smiled, "You are in such a good mood, it seems that the company is almost ready to go public."

"..." Some people are good at killing people.

Jiao Zuo clicked his tongue, "Master Song, Brother Song, you still have to worry about the company going public. But if you trusted me so much four years ago, you would have been far away from Jiang Shiyan, and now you and Zhou Qingluo have already had a conversation at the hotel entrance. Wedding candy, after drinking this cup of Meng Po soup, I know everything."

Song Ling sneered and looked at him threateningly, but obediently finished his drink.

Tsk, this weak person is just a dog and obedient.

"Zhou Qingluo is not stupid, it's normal not to believe you, but now he knows that he is not a double, can't you two start as friends?"

Song Ling's eyelids moved.

"Then you infiltrate into his life little by little, erasing Jiang Shiyan's traces little by little. With the experience I have accumulated from changing a girlfriend every season, it will be fast."

At this time, Song Ling's cell phone rang, and it was a call from the agency.

The buyer's loan for his large flat has been approved, and he is asked to sign and hand over the house.

"Are you still using my villa in the west of the city?"

"Oh, no need, the goods have just been shipped out, and they have to be cleaned and refurbished before they can be handed over to you. What's the matter?"

"I want to live."

"Where's your big flat?"

"sold."

"..."

"I'm going to sell the coffee shop. If you have time, help me contact the buyer."

"..." He didn't wipe it bit by bit, but blocked it on the net.

Song Ling returned to the Daping floor, handed over the key to the buyer, and took away only one potted plant.

The seeds in the pot have just germinated, and they are just a little sharp. I don't know what kind of plant it is.

The buyer was puzzled, "Sir, I see that you still have a lot of valuables in your house, don't you want to tidy them up?"

The limited-edition shoes, golf clubs with private signatures, basketballs and footballs autographed by the stars, and the expensive piano in the center of the huge living room, are you all gone?

Song Ling: "No more."

He didn't want anything, but came back to pick up a potted plant. The buyer was even more curious about the potted plant in his arms, what kind of rare and precious species it was.

"What kind of potted plant are you?"

"sunflower."

Song Ling hugged the potted plant, closed the door, and strode out.

If he erased Jiang Shiyan's traces little by little, would Zhou Qingluo look at him?

Zhou Qingluo was in a good mood. For the first time, he didn't work overtime to paint cups. He got off work early and went to the vegetable market to buy hairy crabs.

Such a good day is worthy of fat hairy crabs.

Zhou Qingluo picked four big ones, two males and two females, and took a photo to post on Moments.

[Crabs are so cute, they must be delicious too. 】

When he was humming a ditty and cycling past the small park, he saw Zhou Shoulin playing chess with the retired man in the park, talking and laughing, arguing from time to time.

The whole person is confident and generous, and is no longer the middle-aged and elderly person who was submissive, sad, and only thinking about making money, even going to the park for entertainment.

Zhou Qingluo parked on the side of the road on his electric scooter, looked at the smiling Zhou Shoulin, and felt that the world was really good.

After Zhou Shoulin finished playing chess, he looked up and saw Zhou Qingluo, and waved to him with a smile.

"Old Zhou, one more game, I don't believe I can't beat you today."

"No, no, no, my son is off work, and I'm going back to cook for him."

Zhou Shoulin sat in the back seat, while Zhou Qingluo hummed.

Zhou Shoulin asked with a smile: "What good thing happened, so happy."

Zhou Qingluo: "Double happiness comes to the door."

"tell me the story."

"A big boss asked me to paint murals, and gave me a lot of money."

"Is there another joy?"

Zhou Qingluo smiled and said nothing, "Stop talking."

"Are you talking about someone?"

Zhou Qingluo shook his head, and the sunflower on the helmet also groaned, "No!"

"Don't lie to me, Dad has a date before, and the date will be like you now, happy and coy."

Zhou Qingluo: "That's not it. It's a friend of mine who has started to come out of the haze of broken love. I'm happy to mention him."

"You like people?"

Zhou Qingluo quickly denied it, "Dad, what are you talking about, he is my friend."

"Dad is someone who has been here, and I know that there are no ordinary friends like you. When I knew that your mother broke up with her ex-boyfriend, she was as happy as you are now."

Zhou Qingluo smiled, "No! But I'm really happy, and I really hope he has a good life."

"Okay, don't quibble. If you have someone to talk to, hurry up and bring it back and show it to Dad."

"I said no."

"Male or female."

Zhou Qingluo was stunned for a moment, then looked at Zhou Shoulin in disbelief, "Really?"

"real."

Zhou Qingluo smiled, for some reason, he felt inexplicably relaxed.

The two talked and laughed as they reached the door of their house, only to see Song Ling standing upright at the door of their yard with a bag on his back, holding a potted plant that had just sprouted in one hand, and a bag full of—

hairy crabs.

They are all alive, bubbling out one by one.

In comparison, the four in his hand seemed particularly weak and helpless.