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

Zhou Qingluo didn't want to think about this sour feeling, so he could only bury his head in his work to divert his attention.

But looking left and right, the things were almost packed, so he swung his arms and watched Song Ling work. The more he watched, the more he wanted to pull out a five-meter machete and hack to death the stubborn donkey who had a bad outlook.

Covering up Bai Yueguang's plagiarism, acting as a shooter for Bai Yueguang to help him color...

Why doesn't he go to heaven? He.

Song Ling was sealing the box with scotch tape. Halfway through the seal, he raised his head and asked him, "Zhou Qingluo, where is the knife?"

Zhou Qingluo gritted his teeth: "I just want to use it too, preferably a machete."

"You don't need a machete to cut transparent glue..."

"Bite!"

Song Ling looked at the fierce Zhou Qingluo, fell silent for two seconds, said nothing, and lowered his head to bite the transparent glue.

How can some people become more and more moody and unhappy.

Zhou Qingluo saw that there were still a few cups left on the table, and it turned out that they were half-finished paintings by him.

The cartoon of the oath was drawn in half, and he wanted to wait until it was dry before drawing the other half.

Zhou Qingluo pretended to glance casually, and raised his chin, "Then there are a few more, see if you can still take them."

Song Ling was busy, so he didn't pay attention to what was painted on the cup, "Okay, I'll collect it later."

Zhou Qingluo's yin and yang were strange: "Okay, take it back, I will help you complete the painting, and let you collect it."

As soon as the words came out, Zhou Qingluo felt that his tone was very strange, and his teeth couldn't help but feel weak, as if eating a raw lemon, it was sour.

Song Ling seemed to realize it too, he stopped what he was doing, looked up at Zhou Qingluo, and then at the cup, his eyes flickered, a little unbelievable.

Zhou Qingluo just wanted to explain, but Song Ling spoke first, "Zhou Qingluo, are you jealous?"

Fortunately, Zhou Qingluo realized what was wrong with him in advance, and he had already prepared his heart. When Song Ling asked this question, his heart was calm.

He said indifferently: "You are thinking about farting."

Song Ling lowered her head and continued to work, "If you're really jealous, I'd be willing to let me fart."

Zhou Qingluo smiled, "...your bottom line."

"You are my bottom line."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo turned his head away and quietly breathed a sigh of relief. He will not lose his composure like this in the future.

While packing, Song Ling said lazily, "If you're really jealous, you don't have to."

Zhou Qingluo's heart skipped a beat, "I'm not jealous!"

Song Ling was stunned, and after a while he laughed at himself, "I know you're not jealous, so there's no need to emphasize it over and over again."

The atmosphere was strangely silent, and Song Ling worked in silence, as if he had been wronged by the world, and did not speak again.

Zhou Qingluo regretted mentioning the cup a bit, as if Jiang Shiyan was mentioned, the atmosphere between the two became inexplicably subtle.

Why is this so.

Zhou Qingluoli didn't understand, so he had to divert his attention.

But there seemed to be no way to divert his attention, and his peripheral vision could not help falling on Song Ling.

It is said that men who work hard are the most attractive, Zhou Qingluo couldn't help but look at Song Ling.

Song Ling was very focused and agile in his work. He was bent over, his clothes clinging to his back, his back was wide, his waist was narrow, and his lines were perfect.

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong forearm. When he exerted force, the muscle lines of his forearm would bulge, giving him a sense of strength.

Zhou Qingluo slowly looked at the person in front of him as if appreciating a work of art.

Zhou Qingluo's eyes moved up and landed on his neck, his Adam's apple seemed to be highlighted, it was very sharp, and it was blatantly eye-catching.

Zhou Qingluo raised the corner of his mouth, his eyes turned away, and fell on his tattoo, and his smile froze immediately.

This was the first time Zhou Qingluo looked at Song Ling's tattoo seriously.

The tattoo seems to have been tattooed for a long time, and it is a bit deformed, but it has been well maintained, and the color has not faded. It is estimated that there were dense needles inserted at that time.

Two Juliet roses are nestled close to each other, and the two letters YS are next to each other, which is completely natural.

Zhou Qingluo's eyes seemed to be scalded by something, and he looked away.

He walked to the window sullenly, watching the night outside the window.

The moon hangs high in the night sky, the moonlight is bright and clear, and it is still a beautiful crescent moon.

What a damn white moonlight.

It's not completely dark yet, why is it so positively rising!

Zhou Qingluo really had enough of this feeling, like a booger that blocked his nose and eyes, he was suffocating even after taking a breath.

He had to ask an answer today.

He didn't care about Song Ling and Jiang Shiyan's past, after all, it was a past that he couldn't get involved in.

But he was eager to know Song Ling's attitude towards Jiang Shiyan now.

If Jiang Shiyan came back in the future, Song Lingruo still ran towards him without hesitation, Jiang Shiyan hooked his fingers, and he would willingly return to the Song family, live as before, thinking of destroying the world, then I worked so hard to let him leave the Song family, thinking What's the point of letting him live like a normal person.

Zhou Qingluo frowned, and was about to turn around and ask, when he heard Song Ling's deep voice.

"Qing Luo, I fell into the swimming pool when I was ten years old, and it was Jiang Shiyan who saved me."

Zhou Qingluo blinked his eyes, he didn't expect the fate of Song Ling and Jiang Shiyan to start like this.

"I often think, if you saved me back then, it would be great."

If Zhou Qingluo had saved him, then he would definitely not have experienced those dark and gloomy years.

During those days when every second was corrupt and festering, like a ghost in hell, gnawed at his soul and left him covered in bruises.

The torment made him no longer a normal person, he had no sense of right and wrong, he didn't understand the warmth and coldness of human relationships, he was like a tool of the walking dead, and he only wanted to die with the world.

But he wanted to get close to Zhou Qingluo too much, and he kept trying to pretend to be a normal person, but he would always reveal his secrets.

As if being stimulated by Fang Heng, he couldn't hold back the killing intent in his heart, thinking that turning around and Fang Heng would be a complete loss. At that moment, he thought desperately, let Zhou Qingluo know what he is like people.

When he knows it, he will be afraid, run away, and stay away from him.

But he was reluctant, and greedily wanted him to look at him more.

There will be many such things in the future, can Zhou Qingluo bear it?

He is a person who grew up in the sun, how could he endure such decay and haze.

But he really likes Zhou Qingluo too much.

No matter whether Zhou Qingluo wanted to keep a distance from him or keep a respectful distance from him, he wanted to try his best to get close to him.

Everyone could misunderstand him, but Zhou Qingluo couldn't.

He was riddled with wounds, and he could only produce something worthy of Zhou Qingluo's attention, and he could only be honest.

Song Ling: "I can't explain my relationship with him clearly, but I can be sure now that my feelings for him are not love."

Zhou Qingluo didn't like this tactic of trying to erase the traces after it happened.

He couldn't hold back, and blurted out: "You touch the tattoo on your neck and say it again?"

Song Ling frowned, and subconsciously rubbed the tattoo on his lower neck.

Zhou Qingluo sneered, "It's not love, you tattooed his name on the neck artery? Don't talk about dependence, habits, family affection, friendship and other shabby excuses with me. If it is these, why don't you tattoo the head of the orphanage?" As for the name, if you have loved deeply, you will admit it, there is no shame in it."

After Zhou Qingluo finished speaking, he regretted it. It has nothing to do with him. Even if Song Ling tattooed Jiang Shiyan's name all over his body, he has no right to say anything.

Song Ling was silent for a long time, as if struggling.

In the end, he smiled helplessly, and compromised: "Song Jinyi forced me to get this tattoo, before I met Jiang Shiyan."

Zhou Qingluo froze in place, he didn't expect such an answer.

Zhou Qingluo was so shocked that he couldn't speak clearly, "What, what do you mean?"

"Qing Luo, I don't want to talk about this."

Because every time a word is mentioned, it's like walking that part of the road again, always reminding him that everyone dislikes him, that he is not a normal person, and has no right to live like a normal person.

Song Lingyun smiled lightly, "But if you want to know, I can tell you."

I will do anything to be close to you.

If you know that you despise me and hate me, I am willing to tell you everything.

Zhou Qingluo breathed out slowly: "I don't want to know your past, I just want to know the future, so if Jiang Shiyan returns to China, will you go to him? If he persuades you to return to the Song family, will you go back?"

Song Ling blinked, "Are you worried about this?"

"Yes, I will share half of the money I earn with you now. If you want to go back in the future, return the money to me now."

Song Ling breathed a long sigh of relief, "Zhou Qingluo, you said that you would take me with you wherever you go, and I will follow you wherever you go."

"Who told you to follow?"

"You are the sun, I am an asteroid, I revolve around you, I don't go anywhere, okay?"

"..." Why is it so dirty!Forget it, as long as he is happy.

"Really, believe me, don't go back, live well by your side."

When Zhou Qingluo heard this, he turned his face away and smiled silently.

He didn't know what would happen between him and Song Ling in the future, but from now on, Jiang Shiyan would no longer be that awkward existence.

As long as Song Ling spoke, he would believe him.

He believed that Song Ling would be brave enough to face the sun, just as the dean said, he would be excellent and shine in his field.

"Zhou Qingluo, you said you wanted to kiss me that day, do you remember?"

Zhou Qingluo replied with a straight face: "I don't remember."

"The interest rate has turned into three relatives."

"..."

"You don't have to kiss me if you don't want to. I'll kiss you. If you have three kisses, replace me with one. If I lose, I will lose."

"...You have to show some face."

Zhou Qingluo didn't expect that Song Ling could be even more shameless.

He had just adjusted his expression and turned his head. Before he could react, Song Ling had already lifted his bangs and kissed his beautiful tip.

Zhou Qingluo: "???"

After some people kissed, they said happily: "Don't blame me, the sun's gravity is too strong, my asteroid can't stand it, it's all sucked in."

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"Besides, I'm in a hurry. There are only three things to do. I can't save enough money. I need to exchange it immediately."

Zhou Qingluo blushed and cursed, "Song Ling, you are really shameless. There is no one before or after. If you don't want it, just donate it. With such a thick skin, it might be bulletproof!"

"Zhou Qingluo, don't be shy, this is my first kiss."

"Who the hell cares about your first kiss!"

"Then which kiss do you prefer from me?"

"..."

"You can't blame me, I can only blame you for being too attractive."

"Shut up, you!"