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

When the two of them took a dirty taxi back home, they were already so hungry that their chests were pressed against their backs.

Zhou Qingluo was making small calculations in his heart, blaming this idiot Fang Heng for delaying him for more than an hour, and he was exhausted, so he had no energy, so he could only take a taxi home.

Less paintings, more travel expenses, a big loss.

In the future, if he gives an idiot like Fang Heng another look, he will lose.

Song Ling asked: "Zhou Qingluo, why does he look so unhappy?"

Zhou Qingluo looked sad, "I'm wondering why you should go heads-up with that thing, wasting time, energy, and money."

"It's worth it."

Zhou Qingluo glared at him, broke his fingers and said, "It's worth a fart! In more than an hour, we have painted at least three square meters. According to the market price of five hundred square meters, we have lost [-] yuan, and two dollars after returning from the subway." Talent is ten yuan, and now it costs fifty to take a taxi, how can that scum be worth so much money? Where is it worth?"

Song Ling stretched out his hand and pressed the fingers he was counting on, and held them in his hand, "Zhou Qingluo, you seem like a diligent and frugal wife."

Zhou Qingluo was startled, and blinked his eyes. Song Ling's hands were big and cold, and the joints were clear and strong.

He didn't quite understand why Song Ling didn't look very strong, but had so much strength.

Zhou Qingluo retracted his fingers subconsciously.

Song Ling grabbed his hand and opened fingers one by one.

"You are not afraid of me."

"I am so handsome in your heart."

"You still want to kiss me."

"If there is no Fang Heng, I don't know about these things. Do you think it's worth it?"

Zhou Qingluo's face became hot, and he shook off his hand angrily, turned his head and walked away, cursing as he walked, "The situation forced me to speak indiscriminately, and the fans are still howling all day long to give birth to the idol. Can you believe it? Can’t believe it, they have seven or eight idols per person.”

Song Ling stared at his back, smiled silently, imitating how he scolded Fang Heng, "Don't let people think that we, we, Song Ling are bullying you."

"..."

Song Ling followed behind slowly, watching the faster and faster pace of some people, "Zhou Qingluo, when will you kiss me?"

Zhou Qingluo turned a deaf ear.

"Be careful with the revolving interest. When the time comes, you can only bring interest with you, so you can only promise it with your body."

Zhou Qingluo: "You are the most shameless in the whole world!"

The two bickered all the way and walked from the gate of the community to the house.

Zhou Shoulin was in a hurry at home.

Seeing them, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh, why did you just come back, and you didn't answer the phone calls, have you eaten yet?"

The two shook their heads.

"You guys go take a shower first, and I'll warm up the food." Zhou Shoulin wore an apron and walked towards the kitchen, "Oh, by the way, Xiao Song, you have a big package delivered here today, so I'll collect it for you and put it away." In your room."

Song Ling: "You go take a shower first, and I'll pack up my things."

When Zhou Qingluo came out of the shower, Song Ling's bed was full of clothes, all neatly ironed, and wrapped in a dust jacket, all in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Zhou Qingluo: "Your clothes?"

"Yeah, where do you put it?"

"The Song family is so nice? Wash and iron it for you and send it here?"

"newly bought."

"You bought it?"

"Ah."

"Where did you get the money?"

"..." careless.

Seeing Zhou Qingluo's puzzled inquiry, Song Ling panicked, "I have savings."

Zhou Qingluo: "Oh, let's spend less, after all, you don't have a job yet."

Song Ling: "How about this, I will hand over the card to you, and if you change the password, I won't spend it indiscriminately, what do you think?"

Zhou Qingluo was stunned, then smiled.

Sure enough, Song Ling hadn't been deeply involved in the world, so he trusted others so easily. No wonder Jiang Shiyan was kind to him in the past, so he was led by the nose by Jiang Shiyan.

"You are not afraid that I will run away too." Zhou Qingluo didn't even realize that he used such a spiritual word 'also'.

"I'll go chase it back."

"Then why don't you..." Chase Jiang Shiyan back.

Fortunately, even if Zhou Qingluo stopped, he didn't continue talking, and changed his words: "Go take a bath, how about eating after taking a bath?"

Thinking of Jiang Shiyan, Zhou Qingluo's heart sank.

The original book said that with the appearance of Jiang Shiyan, a kiss saved Song Ling and made him give up destroying the world.

But according to Song Ling's temperament, if Jiang Shiyan was really kind to Song Ling, Song Ling wouldn't be so paranoid.

Doesn't Jiang Shiyan like Song Ling?

While Song Ling was taking a shower, Zhou Qingluo quietly searched the Internet.

#Man's feeling for first love#

#Man's White Moonlight#

#How long will it take to forget the white moonlight#

The available answers are -

#Impossible to forget the existence, if you do it again, you will definitely grasp it. #

#The person who seriously likes for the first time will always remember his kindness. #

One comment seemed to perfectly capture the relationship between Zhou Qingluo and Song Ling.

#At the beginning of human beings, nature is cheap, the more you can’t get it, the better it is, just like letting a donkey pull the mill, you have to hang a handful of tender grass in front of the donkey. #

Zhou Qingluo lay on the bed holding his mobile phone and understood.

Song Ling likes Jiang Shiyan, but Jiang Shiyan only regards Song Ling as a friend, and flirts with him, indifferent...

Jiang Shiyan was really tall. He hung a bunch of tender grass in front of Song Ling for several years, but the grass withered long ago. Even Song Ling, a stubborn donkey who didn't know how to be flexible, followed him for several years.

"Zhou Qingluo, what are you in a daze for? You can't even hear me telling you to eat."

Zhou Qingluo raised his eyes. Song Ling had already come out of the shower and was wiping his hair with a towel and looking at him suspiciously.

Surrounded by the scent of lavender shower gel, I don't know if it's from him or Song Ling.

Not long ago he smelled Song Ling's scent, it was lemon scent, but now it has become lavender.

He blinked slightly, his eyes moved down, and his eyes fell on the tattoo on his neck.

He subconsciously completed the thought that was interrupted just now——

Jiang Shiyan left, but Song Ling still couldn't let go of him, and still had him in his heart.

If one day Jiang Shiyan came back, would Song Ling run towards him without hesitation.

Zhou Qingluo ran through the answers on the Internet in his mind. The situation is not optimistic, and Song Ling will probably do it.

If he hadn't really put away his bank card, changed the password, and kept the money with him, Song Ling wouldn't have run away.

Or feed him more fresh grass so that he can stop thinking about withered grass?

But how did he know what type of grass Jiang Shiyan was.

But if he feeds the same grass, will Song Ling think of him as Jiang Shiyan again, or will he think of Jiang Shiyan more?

Zhou Qingluo glared at him, hating iron for failing to make steel, "Stubborn donkey."

Some people who were scolded in vain: "?"

Zhou Qingluo came back to his senses, knowing that he was messing up.

He quickly put away his cell phone, "It's just to check something, let's go to eat."

Song Ling frowned, why did Zhou Qingluo's eyes suddenly dim when he looked at him.

Fang Heng didn't stay idle after being beaten, and went to Song's house overnight.

His mother passed away a long time ago, and his father was too flirtatious, squandering the company's money to raise women outside, and the money was not spent fast enough. Now the capital chain is about to break, and he is financing.

Song Jinyi is one of the investors.

Fang Heng came to Song's house, and 10 minutes later, Zhou Qingluo's information was placed in front of his computer.

Song Jinyi looked at Zhou Qingluo's resume. He is an ordinary junior college student, his sister is a PhD candidate in medicine, and his father is a laid-off worker at the Red Star Brick Factory.

Red Star Brick Factory?

Isn't it the land that Baomu Group wanted to develop more than [-] years ago? Song Ling's mother was personally responsible for the project.

Song Zhaoguang couldn't control his lower body, and got into a relationship debt and killed himself. In order to suppress this matter, Baomu Group erased the traces of that woman, so the land was left alone.

How many people are staring at this land now.

It's all because of Song Zhaoguang's trash. This land is like Baomu Group's Pandora's box. Once opened, it will be Baomu's nightmare.

Song Jinyi rubbed his temples, and things seemed to be getting more and more out of his control.

Song Jinyi showed Fang Heng the photo: "Are you sure it's him?"

Fang Heng looked resentful, "Yes, it's him, this guy is very good at swearing, and can make you doubt your life."

Song Jinyi raised his eyes.

Fang Heng: "You can scold me so much that I doubt life."

Although the weekend is not very pleasant, the cafe is still on duty.

Song Ling unexpectedly discovered that Zhou Qingluo's alarm on weekdays was actually the system's own, not the chicken blood sound that made people sit up in a dying illness.

Song Ling was a little confused: "Why did you change the alarm?"

"No change."

"Didn't you change it?"

Zhou Qingluo was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Oh, the alarm clock is on weekends."

"why?"

"Going to work on weekdays is mandatory, and only encouraging people to go to work on weekends."

Zhou Qingluo put on his clothes while talking, and when he stretched out his gloves, the hem of the clothes was lifted up, revealing a narrow white waist, and he raised his eyebrows and smiled at him and hooked his fingers.

Song Ling's throat rolled down, and his palms felt a little numb.

He squeezed his fist, looked away, and got up too.

Zhou Qingluo got dressed, looked at Song Ling who was getting dressed, and was a little puzzled, "What are you doing up?"

Song Ling's hands in the clothes paused, and when he didn't know how to explain it, Zhou Qingluo's eyes lit up, "Is there an interview?"

Song Ling: "..."

Song Ling felt that this life could no longer be pretended, and wanted to tell Zhou Qingluo that he used to be a trader and knew the operation and prospects of various industries. The industries he invested in before had dividends, and even the Chenxing Comic Network he signed had his shares.

When he is happy, he also takes private jobs, works as a technical consultant for Internet companies, plugs loopholes for anti-virus software companies, and so on.

He is not short of money, and he doesn't want Zhou Qingluo to work so hard to make money.

But if he said he was rich, would Zhou Qingluo drive him away?

What is his reason for staying here.

Song Ling: "Oh, no, go to the coffee shop to help you color."

Zhou Qingluo just wanted to say yes, but when he thought that the paintings on the cup were all Jiang Shiyan's paintings, he didn't want Song Ling to touch them for a moment, and he didn't know where the sour awkwardness in his heart came from.

Zhou Qingluo shook his head, "I don't need your help with the cup."

Song Ling came over, put his hands on Zhou Qingluo's shoulders, and hugged him, "Didn't you say that you would take me with you everywhere, so you're going back on your word."

Zhou Qingluo remained silent, neither agreeing nor refusing.

When he got on the scooter and Song Ling begged Bai Lai to follow him, he said, "Get down."

Song Ling hugged his waist, "I have to go to the coffee shop to discuss the refund with Cui Zi, let's go."

"Go down and put on your helmet."

Song Ling reached out and pulled the sunflower doll on his helmet, and the sunflower immediately stood up.

"Zhou Qingluo, why are you so fierce all of a sudden?"

Zhou Qingluo took a deep breath, and a certain treasure customer service upper body, "Qingling City Traffic Broadcasting Network reminds you, please wear a helmet correctly when riding an electric vehicle."

Song Ling leaned forward, with his upper body pressed against Zhou Qingluo's back, one arm wrapped around his waist, and the other hand stretched forward.

Zhou Qingluo was bent over by him, the genius started to feel cold, and he was still wearing few clothes. Zhou Qingluo could clearly feel the temperature of Song Ling's chest, which was a little hard and warm.

He subconsciously moved his lower back, "What are you doing? You died again."

"Zhou Qingluo, you are very angry early in the morning, don't rub around, it's easy to misfire."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo really didn't understand why someone could tell trash jokes in such a serious manner without being ashamed.

He had no choice but to keep a blank face and let some people move without giving him a look.

Song Ling stretched out his long arms and pulled out the electric car key.

Zhou Qingluo: "You won't come down to pull out the electric car key, you have to hold me down."

"That won't work. What if you run away alone without waiting for me as soon as I come down?"

"..."

Song Ling turned the key on his fingertips, and asked with a half-smile: "Does it feel good to be pressed?"

Zhou Qingluo saw Song Ling's expression, if Song Ling didn't think wrong at this moment, his surname would not be Zhou.

"Next time I'll ride instead, you press me."

"..."

Song Ling thought about it carefully, "No, if I ride, I will overwhelm you. It should be you who ride, and you overwhelm me."

At this moment, Zhou Qingluo had a hundred roaring brown bears in his heart.

Song Ling put on his helmet, sat in the back seat, pulled out the sunflower doll from Zhou Qingluo's helmet, sucked it onto his own helmet with a click, and pulled it out again with a satisfied face.

"..."

Zhou Qingluo looked at some people's naive looks through the rearview mirror, and thought to forget it, not to mention how decisive some people were when they rejected this sunflower at the beginning, just give him some face.

But some people are shameless, "Qing Luo, how could I reject it at the beginning, it can still be shown."