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Zhou Qingluo felt his fingertips a little numb. His hands were hot, while Song Ling's were cold. The instant temperature difference made his eyebrows twitch.

Just when the cold and numb feeling was about to spread from his fingertips, Song Ling let go, and the strange feeling suddenly disappeared as soon as he let go of his fingertips.

Zhou Qingluo stared at his hand in place, and subconsciously bent his fingers.

What the hell?

Song Ling, what kind of operation is this?

Can you even imagine it now?

I tried my best to make you happy, why did you come to hold my hand?

Song Ling is really going too far now.

"Zhou Qingluo, why are you blushing?"

Zhou Qingluo doesn't know what's going on, he is obviously a thick-skinned person, he can fight with netizens for [-] rounds, and scold people bloody without saying a dirty word.

If a fan speaks pornographically, he can ignore it without blushing and heartbeat. If it is too limitless and he can't bear it, he will go back without changing his face.

But when facing Song Ling, he couldn't say a word, he was ashamed to speak, coddling like a little girl.

Some people's trash talk may sound like nothing, but it is very subtle when you think about it, just like the blank space in a painting, it is easy for people to imagine.

Or he went straight to the point and made people wonder whether he was telling the truth or a lie for a while.

His evasion made some people more and more promising. If they dared to touch him, Zhou Qingluo felt that he was being manipulated to death.

He has to fight back!

He can't let Song Ling be so presumptuous!

Who is not a man yet.

Who wouldn't talk trash!

He wants to get back the self who used to be blushing and heartbeating in front of Song Ling!

He really needs to cure Song Ling's stinking problem, and let him know what it means to have heaven and man outside the sky and people outside the sky.

Zhou Qingluo straightened his expression, and bit the bullet: "Trick me, you're blushing just because of this? It's just holding hands. There's nothing worth blushing about."

After Zhou Qingluo finished speaking, he silently gave himself a thumbs up.

Take a look!

He can too!

Taking the first step is half the battle!

Song Ling: "Then why are you looking at your hands without moving?"

Not only will Zhou Qingluo not easily admit that he has a guilty conscience, but he will also give himself a step down appropriately.

"I'm talking about boys walking hand in hand, it's not like boys just grab it and let go. You let go too fast. Before you feel it, you take a second look."

But Zhou Qingluo didn't expect that the steps were not steps, but levers. Song Ling gripped the other end of the lever tightly and got on the bar with him.

As soon as the two of them let go, Song Ling immediately grabbed his hand again and pulled him forward.

"Walk."

Zhou Qingluo: "???"

"So, can you feel it?"

Zhou Qingluo looked dazed, but the atmosphere at this time was very strange. Even though the atmosphere was already embarrassing enough to freeze the blood, there was an awkward rivalry in his heart. Whoever loses first, loses.

Zhou Qingluo: "Let's make do."

"What does it feel like? Describe it in detail."

Obviously Song Ling's hands were very cold, but he felt his hands getting hotter and hotter, and then his face became hotter and hotter, and his whole body felt strange.

Zhou Qingluo was defeated first, shook off Song Ling's hand, and fled in despair.

The body is cowardly, but the mouth must not be cowardly, "It doesn't feel like it, it's like grabbing a big pig's trotter."

A stubborn man like Zhou Qingluo really wanted to beat someone up when he met someone who spoke without turning the corner.

However, some people still refused to let go, "Then you are too shy to run away."

Zhou Qingluo paused, knowing in his heart that a dead duck's mouth can't solve any problems, and the only way out is to break the jar.

He gritted his teeth, walked back with the momentum of a mountain of swords descending into a sea of ​​fire, and then took Song Ling's hand as if nothing had happened.

Song Ling's body froze, and his eyelids slightly blinked.

It was obvious that his palms were hot and his heart was beating faster, but his mind was blank.

Zhou Qingluo coughed, tried not to look so stiff, and turned his head coolly at Song Ling, "Whoever is shy is a dog, let's go."

Song Ling suddenly shook his hand back, and turned against the guest, wrapping his hand in the palm of his hand, pinching the thin calluses on his knuckles due to frequent drawing and painting.

Qing Luo's hand is so warm, such a hand should be able to turn decay into magic, if only I met him earlier.

He involuntarily clenched it a little bit, like his own little sun.

It's autumn, the night is deep, and there are no pedestrians on the road. The street lamps stretch the shadows of the two people very long, and it seems to be a close-up of the hands holding each other.

The evening wind blew up the ends of his hair, and Zhou Qingluo's neck was a little cold, but his palms were sweating, and his heart was not restless, and he was beating harder and harder.

"Song Ling, let go."

"why?"

"I feel hot."

"You're hot just holding hands?"

"..."

"Then in case there are more violent movements..."

Zhou Qingluo interrupted him: "Stop your imagination."

"I'm talking about running, Zhou Qingluo, what are you thinking?"

Looking at Song Ling's expression, combined with the man's small thoughts, it's no wonder he was thinking about running.

Who is not a man yet.

Zhou Qingluo: "I'm actually thinking about push-ups."

"Tsk, ups and downs, that's quite violent."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo's hand was held tightly by Song Ling, and he pursed his lips.

Is this the feeling of holding hands between girls?A little intimate, a little gentle, a little ambiguous, it seems that the person holding hands with me can share all the secrets with him, practical and secure, and even longing to be together forever, to accompany each other until old age.

The heat is gradually fading, and the morning breeze has gradually become cooler. Inadvertently, the leaves have turned yellow, and it will be Mid-Autumn Festival in a blink of an eye.

Zhou Shoulin studied the recipes when he had time, and it was quite effective. The dishes became more and more delicious, and they were passed on to ten, and then there were some wild customers, forming a virtuous circle, and more and more people ordered.

The whole person is very busy, earning money, and his mental state is getting better and better.

If Zhou Qingluo hadn't gone out to paint walls, Song Ling would have lived a retired life, sitting in the yard with a bench to bask in the sun, watering his potted plants and helping Zhou Shoulin wash vegetables.

Ruanfan eats blatantly.

Zhou Qingluo didn't have time to talk to him, just messing around with his own affairs.

When Zhou Qingluo was drawing illustrations, Song Ling's hands were itchy and pestered Zhou Qingluo to help him fill in the colors.

"Qing Luo, take a break, I'll help you color."

Zhou Qingluo gave him a blank look, "You want to commit a crime knowingly again?"

"..."

After Zhou Qingluo finished speaking, he pushed the person outside and locked the door behind him.

After Song Ling asked again and again, Zhou Qingluo couldn't bear it anymore, and bought him a whole box of children's graffiti coloring books, and said to him very coolly, "Go play while you are, and don't bother me."

But with this gadget, Song Ling finally got the chance to enter the room and stay with Zhou Qingluo.

The two huddled together on the balcony, Zhou Qingluo was drawing majestic illustrations for clients, and Song Ling was painting coloring cards beside him.

The painting style is very strange, but the atmosphere is also very harmonious

Zhou Qingluo and Song Ling finally finished painting Jiaozuo's wall.

Both of them were covered in paint, and they were sitting in the corner exhausted. They were gray, but their eyes were bright.

Zhou Qingluo: "It's so beautiful, we are so powerful, let dad add more food tonight, what do you want to eat?"

"Small wontons with crab and seaweed and shrimp skin."

"..."

The last time I ate crabs, Song Ling didn't eat any of them. He just peeled them off. Seaweed and shrimp skin wontons will be added as an extra dish at any time.

"I'm talking about big dishes, hard dishes!"

Song Ling: "I just want to eat these two."

Zhou Qingluo glanced at him speechlessly, but after a while he figured it out. Song Ling grew up in Song's family, so he never tasted delicacies from mountains and seas.

Zhou Qingluo: "Okay, let's go, let's go home."

As soon as the two got up and went out, a group of burly men in suits and leather shoes walked into the basement with serious expressions.

Zhou Qingluo didn't know why, but Song Ling beside him had already stopped.

Zhou Qingluo glanced at the visitor, then at Song Ling, and understood.

This group of people came for Song Ling.

Song Ling stood there expressionless, but his aura was cold, as if the person who came was the enemy's thousands of horses.

The leader said, "Second young master, today is number one, it's time to go home."

Song Ling stood there motionless.

Zhou Qingluo understood, it turned out to be from the Song family.

Zhou Qingluo raised his chin proudly, looked at them with contempt, and answered for Song Ling: "No."

The leader gave Zhou Qingluo a cold look, and repeated it expressionlessly, "Second Young Master, today is number one, it's time to go home."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

It seems that his eyes are not cruel enough and have no deterrent effect.

Song Ling took a slow step forward, blocking Zhou Qingluo behind him, and said lazily, "I won't return."

Those people immediately began to stretch their muscles and bones, twisting their necks and shaking their shoulders, Zhou Qingluo could hear the crackling sound of bones.

Zhou Qingluo probed and counted the people, there were a total of eight of them, all of them were big men who were bodyguards, and they looked like they were going to capture Song Ling alive.

The person in the lead said again with a blank face, "Second Young Master, today is number one, it's time to go home."

Song Ling sneered, but didn't answer him.

Zhou Qingluo asked Song Ling quietly, "Can we fight?"

Song Ling turned his head slightly, and spoke in a breathy voice: "I don't know, I haven't hit him before."

"No way, they are so arrogant, and you are so vicious, haven't you taught them a lesson?"

After Song Ling listened, she curled her lower lip, "Then teach me a lesson today?"

Zhou Qingluo shook his head, "We can't beat it, let's run."

"If I knock them over, can you reward me?"

"What reward?"

"kiss Me."

"...Don't be poor."

Perhaps they were irritated by the way they looked down on people without any fear, and finally someone in the group couldn't hold back, "Second Young Master, you should go back with us obediently, otherwise we will have to invite Second Young Master in person .”

Zhou Qingluo could tell that what he said please was not please, but a threat.

Zhou Qingluo hated being threatened the most. He came out from behind Song Ling and stood side by side with Song Ling.

He moved his facial expression and cursed: "Hey, what's the matter with you."

As soon as the words fell, Song Ling glanced at the indignant person and smiled silently.

Some people are going to start swearing again.

Not everyone in the group on the opposite side was calm, and there were one or two irritable ones who jumped out and pointed at Zhou Qingluo and threatened viciously, "You meddle in your own business!"

The person in charge raised his hand, signaled the irritable brother to stop talking, and said in a gentle manner: "Our second young master will have a blood test on the fifth, and we will go home today to take care of his health. If you have any important matters with the second young master, five We will discuss it later.”

When Zhou Qingluo heard it, his brain thumped, and he finally understood.

It turns out that the fifth day is the day when Song Ling gave Song Jinyi a blood transfusion, so Song Ling will be locked up in Song's house on the first day and not allowed to go anywhere?

No wonder he didn't see Song Ling during the few days of Song Ling's birthday. It turned out that at the beginning of the month, he was locked up and had his blood drawn.

Zhou Qingluo was so angry that he couldn't find Bei at all. He was so angry that he forgot the number of people on the opposite side, and started cursing as soon as he took a step forward.

"Whether the mouth should be closed or not, the ears should be closed tightly, and you can't go back after talking, can't you hear me? Blood test? It sounds so nice, I think you need a physical examination, each of you looks like a dog. As if bitten, he got a dog's disease, taking the master's money, and never doing what a human being should do."

The face of the person on the opposite side turned blue and purple. It seems that they are usually good at using force to deal with it. When they encounter someone who curses hard, they can only threaten verbally, "You try to curse again?"

Zhou Qingluo sneered, "IQ is a bit higher than a dog, do you understand me cursing?"

The man took a step forward aggressively, but was stopped by the leader.

The person at the head walked forward in a gentle manner, stopped in front of Zhou Qingluo, glanced at Zhou Qingluo indifferently, took out his wallet and took out a few hundred yuan bills and handed it to Zhou Qingluo, "Little brother, it's better not to get involved in the Song family's affairs. , it's convenient, huh?"

Zhou Qingluo looked down at the money and smiled angrily.

It seems that this group of people uses this method to threaten and bribe those around them.

In Qingling City, the Song family is the dominant family. Those who have business in the family have to watch Baomu's face, and those who have no business in the family can't escape the temptation of these real money.

It can be said to be extremely vicious and murderous.

Zhou Qingluo: "I know you, Zhou Yunqian, the secretary of Song Jinyi, the chairman of Baomu Group. When the Rising Sun Mall opened, it also used money to settle the riots. You really belong to me."

Zhou Yunqian laughed mockingly, handed a stack of money to Zhou Qingluo, and waved it in front of his eyes: "No way, this method is easy to use, don't people just recognize this thing."

As he spoke, he took out a few banknotes from his wallet and handed them to Zhou Qingluo, "Please cooperate, little brother."

Zhou Qingluo just wanted to scold, but Song Ling took a step forward, directly grabbed Zhou Yunqian's straight suit collar, raised his fist and swung it vigorously, and threw an uppercut on Zhou Yunqian's temple.

Zhou Yunqian felt the pain and bent down subconsciously, Song Ling bent his legs and pushed it up, then turned back with an uppercut, and threw him to the ground with force.

The action was so bad that Zhou Qingluo was dazzled. Before he fully understood what was going on, Zhou Yunqian was already lying on the ground.

The people standing behind Zhou Yunqian looked terrified, but they didn't dare to fight.

Even when Zhou Yunqian lay on the ground, he struggled to get up by himself, and no one came to help him.

Zhou Yunqian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Second Young Master, you have to go back with me today anyway."

Song Ling's eyes turned cold, and he took out a small knife from his pocket, opened it with a click, and pointed it directly at Zhou Yunqian's heart.

The point of the knife was very sharp, and the dazzling cold light dazzled people's eyes. Song Ling's hand didn't stop, and the point of the knife touched Zhou Yunqian's suit. mouth.

Song Ling's eyes were colder than the tip of a knife, "Secretary Zhou, are you sharp?"

Everyone was stunned.

They don't know what happened, usually whenever they show up, Song Ling will follow them home obediently, Zhou Yunqian said, Song Ling is called learned fear.

But why is he not afraid today?

No one dared to breathe, for fear that Song Ling would make some drastic moves.

Song Ling's hand didn't stop, and continued to swipe, Zhou Yunqian's shirt was scratched, and his skin touched the cold tip of the knife, Zhou Yunqian closed his eyes.

"Second Young Master, we are only following orders, so don't make things difficult for us."

Song Ling laughed coldly, leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Secretary Zhou, I'm very angry that you treated him so dirty."

Zhou Yunqian: "Second Young Master, come back with us."

Song Ling: "The company you opened outside Song Jinyi's back is running very well."

Zhou Yunqian froze, "You... how do you know?"

Song Ling: "I also know the bank card password of your bank, 36421..."

Song Ling didn't continue, but stared at Zhou Yunqian with a half-smile, and smiled coldly, watching Zhou Yunqian's facial muscles visibly convulsed.

Song Ling: "Secretary Zhou, you say that I know all of this, can I not know about Baomu's bad things? Don't fight me Secretary Zhou, your wife is the principal of the school, how much money was collected, and how much garbage was stuffed into their school gone?"

Zhou Yunqian began to fear.

"Secretary Zhou, let me tell you another secret. These data are all stored online. If I don't maintain them regularly, they will be exposed soon."

Zhou Yunqian did not expect that Song Ling, who had always been pitiful, would become so terrifying. Everyone was transparent in front of him, with no privacy or secrets.

Zhou Yunqian, "You...you..."

Song Ling chuckled, "Secretary Zhou, if I had no skills, would I be able to survive in this pile of garbage?"

Zhou Yunqian led the people away, but Song Ling was still tightly holding the knife in his hand, the veins on the back of his hand were bulging, and his joints were turning white.

His face was pale and gloomy, his eyes were empty, immersed in his own world, as if he had fallen into darkness.

Zhou Qingluo trembled, and held Song Ling's hand with the knife in both hands. His hand was cold and stiff, as if his hands and the knife had become one.

Zhou Qingluo pretended to smile relaxedly, "Song Ling, you...why do you still carry a knife with you?"

Song Ling came back to his senses and dropped the knife. The gloom on his face hadn't faded yet, but he managed to squeeze out a relieved smile, "Qing Luo, don't be afraid."

Zhou Qingluo shook his head, took the knife in his hand, and pretended to be relaxed and said, "I'm not afraid. When did you buy it, and how much did you pay for it? The economic conditions are good, so you can't just buy it blindly. You said you wanted to buy a house."

As he spoke, he choked up.

He remembered Guan Minglang's words, Song Ling was really sick, and it was very serious.

Song Ling felt as if a stone had fallen from his heart, his whole body relaxed, he turned around and hugged him close to his arms, and begged in a low voice, "Qing Luo, don't ask for their money. I have money, and I will give it to you."