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

Song Ling was still preparing to chat at night, Zhou Qingluo was already breathing evenly, his sideways body was already lying flat, his chest rose and fell with the sound of breathing.

Song Ling couldn't help raising his hand, drawing his outline from the air.

Zhou Qingluo sleeps very well, with beautiful beauties on his smooth forehead, his browbones are just right, his long eyelashes quietly cover his lower eyelids, hiding the charm of those fox eyes when they flow, his eyes are very long , and hooked upwards, there is a small mole at the end.

It is said that people with moles at the end of their eyes are soft-hearted. How soft is this person's heart?

He has a straight nose, full lips, and a small bead, which is still a smiling lip. Even when he is asleep, he looks like a smile. He is as cute as a sunny and gentle bunny. People can't help but want to love him She wanted to give him the whole world, but also wanted to hide him and bully and possess him fiercely.

It was always difficult for Song Ling to fall asleep, but now that he was too peaceful, a rare drowsiness hit him, and he was a little reluctant to fall asleep.

Zhou Qingluo didn't know what he had dreamed of, so he snorted softly and turned over to face him.

This person didn't know what kind of dream he had, he hugged the quilt and smiled lightly, as if he would be sorry if he didn't do something taboo.

Song Ling's gaze sank, his body stiffened for a few seconds, then he sighed resignedly and turned his back to him.

Let's go to sleep, in this case, sleep is better.

A night without dreams.

The two were woken up by an alarm clock that sounded like chicken blood.

"Good news! Good news!"

"A new day begins!"

"Wake up one minute late, earn one dollar less!"

"Wake up 1 minute earlier, earn two more dollars!"

The thick baritone voice is over, and there is DJ dance music.

"Go to the money! Go to the money!"

"The basic mission of beating workers!"

"Go money! Go forward!"

"Work hard to make money and change your destiny!"

Song Ling sat up from the bed suddenly, opened his eyes in a daze, and sat on the bed blankly.

The alarm goes on.

"Sit up in shock while dying, earn a few dollars today, get up early to collect the money, and come back after all the money is gone."

Song Ling: "..."

Listening to the alarm bell that sounded like the discount broadcast from the binary store on the roadside, I thought I was sleeping on the main road, and subconsciously looked around.

Zhou Qingluo had already got up and put on his clothes quickly, and he was still chanting: "Come back after all the money is gone, come back again."

Song Ling looked at him speechlessly.

Only then did Zhou Qingluo realize that there was another Song Ling, reached out to turn off the alarm, and said with a smile, "Sorry, I'm not used to having someone in the room."

Song Ling: "Zhou Qingluo, do you get up like this every day?"

Zhou Qingluo was a little proud, "How is it? Is it refreshing? I asked the master who recorded for the Liangyuan store to record it for me. It's shocking."

Song Ling froze for a few seconds, then lay back upright, staring at the ceiling in a daze, his mind was buzzing, and his ears were filled with the magical alarm sound just now.

Song Ling: "It's the weekend, it's only seven o'clock, Jiao Zuo and his girlfriend may not be sleeping until now, who will open the garage door for you?"

Zhou Qingluo: "I have contacted him, I will go to his house to get it, and his nanny will give it to me."

"Go to sleep a little longer."

Zhou Qingluo thought that this was Song Ling's first day in society, so he said to him tolerantly, "Take another two days to get used to it. After all, you are used to extravagance and lust. You can't adapt to such a fast pace all of a sudden."

Song Ling was completely awake this time, "Why am I used to it?"

Zhou Qingluo recalled his own words and laughed, "I mean it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. You have just stepped into society, so you have to take it step by step."

Song Ling moved his neck lazily, stared at Zhou Qingluo and smiled inexplicably.

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

"Proud and lustful with inertia."

As soon as Zhou Qingluo heard some people's drawling voices and deliberately emphasizing a certain dirty word, he knew that this topic should not continue.

He rolled his eyes, got dressed and washed up.

After teasing Zhou Qingluo for a few words, Song Ling teased himself in, without any sleepiness, and after fighting with Song Erling for a while, he also went out to wash up.

Zhou Shoulin went to the vegetable market very early to pick fresh ingredients. The breakfast was hot in the pot, and Zhou Qingluo and Song Ling could eat it immediately.

Brown sugar hair cake served with pumpkin porridge, boiled eggs served with warm milk, the two of them finished eating in a while.

Zhou Qingluo looked at Song Ling who was eating with gusto, and asked curiously, "Let me ask you a question."

"Say."

"Vegan sandwich with espresso and this, which one is better?"

Song Ling stopped chewing and turned to look at him.

"Have to choose?"

"Not necessarily, just ask."

Song Ling raised his eyebrows lightly, snatched the egg he had bitten into, and swallowed it in one gulp.

Zhou Qingluo: "???"

Zhou Qingluo was dumbfounded, he still maintained the posture of holding the egg, looked at his hands, and then at Song Ling's puffed cheeks, he couldn't bear to curse.

"Fuck! Why are you so disgusting!"

"That's what I ate."

"There's drool on it."

"you you you……"

Song Ling took a sip of milk slowly, and explained calmly, "Simple is the best food in other people's hands, don't over-interpret it, Zhou Qingluo."

"..." Take it, you have to show off after breakfast.

Like a normal person, Song Ling followed Zhou Qingluo to the subway and arrived at Jiao Zuo's villa at exactly eight o'clock.

He used to fly on a sports car, and these people passed by like moths. He never stopped for them. Things like giving up seats to pregnant women and helping the elderly to get on the car were sealed in his long-term memory. Die at the moment of entering Song's house, and become a rigid and didactic symbol in textbooks.

He once thought, humans are so greedy, they only exploit and bully the weak, how can they help them?

It turned out that there were, but he hadn't encountered them.

Seeing his pensive look, Zhou Qingluo asked with a smile, "How does it feel to travel in a car worth hundreds of millions?"

"How many billion?"

"Subway."

Song Ling smiled: "It's not bad, but there are no seats."

Zhou Qingluo laughed out loud.

When the two went outside Jiao Zuo's villa, Jiao Zuo just came back.

Jiao Zuo stared at the dark circles under his eyes, seeing Song Ling and Zhou Qingluo waiting for him at the door of his house, a little dazed, he turned around and asked his female companion.

"Xiaoci, is there anyone in front?"

Xiao Ci: "Yes, two handsome guys."

Xiaoci knew Zhou Qingluo. She was a well-known painting connoisseur. She often broadcast live on the Internet. She was sweet in appearance but sharp in speech. She wanted to chase after her face and hit her when she heard her voice, but after careful analysis, she felt that what she said was quite reasonable. A net red who made a mistake.

Jiao Zuo's girlfriend is actually Xiaoci?

Xiaoci is actually his fan?

So for Song Ling, is my friend's current girlfriend a fan of his ex-boyfriend and a loyal fan of his current friend?

Zhou Qingluo was a little happy. Sure enough, Xiaoci's vision was unique enough. From his debut work, he knew that he had a solid foundation, profound skill, profound talent and extraordinary talent.

Jiao Zuo rubbed his eyes and looked at them, "Is it really you? Why did you appear at the same time so early? Did you sleep together yesterday?"

Zhou Qingluo: "..." The word 'also' contains too much information.

Xiao Ci coughed to cover up her embarrassment, blushed and let go of Jiao Zuo's hand, "I'm going home."

Jiao Zuo hurriedly hugged her, "Xiao Ci, didn't you say you want to go in and wash your hair?"

At this moment, Song Ling said slowly, "Well, yes."

Zhou Qingluo: "???"

Jiao Zuo looked at him meaningfully, "Oh..."

A curious expression appeared on Xiao Ci's face, and his eyes flicked back and forth between the nails of the two, but he politely suppressed it.

Zhou Qingluo wanted the key wholeheartedly, "Mr. Jiao, give me the key to the racing basement."

Jiao Zuo groaned, took out his pockets and realized that he handed it all over to Xiao Ci, "Xiao Ci, give them the garage key, he is the painter who helped the orphanage paint."

Xiao Ci took out the key and handed it to him, with a happy face, she asked bluntly, "You are Sange himself, right?"

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

"I went to the orphanage to see that painting. Your style of writing is very similar to Sange, so I want to invite you to come and paint."

Can you see this?

Sure enough, there are all kinds of talents on the Internet.

Zhou Qingluo didn't really want to show off his vest, "I like him too, I just learned his style."

Xiaoci's eyes dimmed, but she still smiled politely, "Thank you for your hard work."

"I'm curious, why do you want to paint Sange's works?"

"I'm a fan of him, and I want to advertise for him so that he can see that if he doesn't update the manga, we will expose him online."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

The two chatted happily back and forth, Song Ling stepped forward, half blocked him, and said to Jiao Zuo, "Take your girlfriend up to wash your hair."

Jiao Zuo turned his head and looked behind the two of them, there was nothing.

Jiao Zuo: "Did you come here by taxi?"

Song Ling: "Bus No. 21 transfers to Subway No. 4."

Jiao Zuo: "?"

Jiao Zuo was silent, completely understanding Song Ling.

How many people are in a relationship can it be normal? He has lived for so long, and he has not stayed in the library for 3 hours in total, but he has been accompanying Xiaoci to the library to read for more than a month.

He handed over the car keys to Song Ling, "Go ahead and drive."

Song Ling: "No, I checked. Line 500 is transferred to Line [-], and then walk another [-] meters."

Jiao Zuo: "...Get lost." I didn't see you licking so seriously when I was with Jiang Shiyan.

Xiao Ci: "Brother Zuo, let's go together and see their paintings."

Jiao Zuo didn't want to go very much, and complained that Song Ling and the others would not be able to finish their visit, and that the plan to wash their hair was in vain this time.

But when he heard the word 'Brother Zuo', his whole body turned numb, "Okay, let's go together."

The two got into the sports car, Jiao Zuo poked his head out, and took the opportunity to give Song Ling the middle finger while others were not paying attention.

Song Ling turned her head to look at him and smirked.

The two have been friends for so long, but they can know what the other is thinking through a look.

One is complaining about the other messing up his hair-washing plan, and laughing at his dog-legged idiot, while the other is gloating at the failure of his hair-washing plan, and provoking him.

Jiao Zuo: "Then you can take the subway."

Song Ling: "It's as sweet as candy."

Jiao Zuo stepped on the gas pedal and scolded with a smile: "Idiot."

Xiaoci: "Who are you scolding?"

Jiao Zuo looked at the two people who were getting further and further away in the rearview mirror, looked ahead, let out a long breath, and smiled.

"I've been calling that buddy just now an idiot for 23 years, and finally met a good guy."

Xiao Ci: "Are you alright?"

Jiao Zuo sighed, shook his head, "Not good."

Because of the interests of the family, the Jiao family was also afraid of the influence of the Song family. They chose silence and neutrality in the matter between Song Ling and the Song family. They did not dare to persuade him to leave the Song family. Take control and get out of the Song family by yourself.

He failed.

But Zhou Qingluo did it.

He knew Song Ling's worries and avoidance, but he was still willing to treat him well.

And Song Ling, who had been an idiot for 23 years, followed Zhou Qingluo and squeezed the subway like a sweetheart.

People on the subway were bustling with people, the two were very close, the subway would vibrate when it started and braked, sometimes Zhou Qingluo could not stand still and would bump into him.

Song Ling felt that it was not bad to travel in a car worth hundreds of millions.

"Zhou Qingluo, what are you laughing at?"

Zhou Qingluo said in a low voice, "Just now Jiao Zuo asked Xiaoci if he wanted to take a bath, why did you answer for Xiaoci? It's embarrassing."

Song Ling: "I'm answering Jiao Zuo's last question."

Zhou Qingluo didn't remember, it was just chatting, and he didn't think about it.

Song Ling: "Don't you want to think about what Jiao Zuo asked the first question?"

Zhou Qingluo: "What do you want to do?"

The subway starts and the broadcast announces the next stop.

Song Ling leaned closer to his ear, and whispered in a breathy voice, "He asked if we slept together yesterday, remember?"