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

Sister Cui asked Zhou Qingluo to help deliver the list, which was sent to the Lakeside Hotel. A son of a wealthy family held a school entrance banquet, and ordered a dessert table with Sister Cui.

The van parked in the underground garage. Zhou Qingluo unloaded the goods and put them on the trolley. A red Maserati whizzed by, backed up and entered the garage, and parked firmly next to their van. The license plate number was Ling A00000.

The remaining exhaust gas smells like RMB.

Sitting in the car was a man with cold skin, wearing a clean casual white shirt, and sunglasses covering most of his face, he was dignified and indifferent.

He also held a bouquet of expensive Juliet roses in his hand.

Some people's every move is like special effects of a movie, and their gestures are particularly attractive.

If he hadn't seen the Juliet rose tattoo on the aorta on his neck, Yan Gou Zhou Qingluo planned to look at him a few more times.

Zhou Qingluo put on the mask silently, and piled a few more boxes of goods on the car so that his face could be covered.

The clerk who came to deliver the goods with Zhou Qingluo was called Lou Yang. He was the same age as Zhou Qingluo.

The two had the same life and sympathy for each other, and they became good friends after going back and forth, and they were quite sympathetic to each other.

Lou Yang hurriedly moved down: "Qing Luo, don't stack it too high, it will fall."

Song Ling hadn't gone far when he heard that his footsteps paused a little, his head turned back to the side, and he walked forward as if nothing had happened.

Zhou Qingluo tightened the mask silently.

Lou Yang: "It's such a hot day, what kind of mask do you wear?"

Zhou Qingluo half-jokingly said, "I'm allergic to luxury cars."

Lou Yang looked around and saw that there was no one in the empty parking lot, so he chatted with Zhou Qingluo: "Damn it, the man who drove the Maserati just now is too handsome, and he also has flowers, he looks like a flirt king."

Zhou Qingluo remembered Song Ling's disgusted face when he faced him, and teased, "I don't think so, wearing sunglasses, like a visually impaired person."

Zhou Qingluo's voice was too low for Lou Yang to hear clearly, "What? Mental retardation?"

Zhou Qingluo was speechless, and raised his voice a little: "Visually impaired, people with poor eyesight are not mentally retarded."

Lou Yang laughed loudly: "I also said, why does he look mentally retarded when he wears sunglasses, I look at him and he doesn't look mentally retarded, he looks like a B king."

Zhou Qingluo joked: "If you know people, you don't know the face, but you don't know the heart, how do you know that he is not wise..."

The two pushed the car around a corner, and Wang Songling was forced to take off his sunglasses by several handsome tricks, and stood outside the elevator hall to smoke.

He held a flower in one hand and a cigarette in the other, his fingertips were a little scarlet, the smoke was lingering, and his expression was melancholy, as if every smoke ring contained a story.

Take a random shot, it is the classic avatar of the melancholy prince of QQ zone ten years ago.

The parking lot was empty, and the sound of their banter seemed to surround them above.

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

As the saying goes, you can't talk about people during the day, and you can't talk about ghosts at night.

Zhou Qingluo realized the power of common sayings, and he swore secretly that no matter whether the other party was a Buddha or a demon, he would never speak ill of others again.

But why hasn't he gone up yet? It's just such a short distance, and he still stops and stops to see the scenery?

Zhou Qingluo quickly changed his words calmly, and said sonorously: "Wisdom—a perfect person with all-round development of morality, body, art, and labor."

Lou Yang: "..." The order is a bit messy, but it doesn't affect understanding.

Zhou Qingluo finished speaking without changing his face, and pushed the car towards the elevator without looking sideways, as if Song Ling didn't exist.

Lou Yang silently praised Zhou Qingluo's ability to adapt to the wind.

Lou Yang's skills were not as deep as Zhou Qingluo's, and he felt guilty, and couldn't help but glance at Song Ling.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Song Ling raised his eyes, he looked directly over, and his eyes met with Lou Yang's.

Lou Yang quickly looked away, pretending nothing happened, but he was so guilty that he couldn't control his hands and feet, and pushed the cart forward with all his strength.

Zhou Qingluo was at the front controlling the direction of the trolley. The trolley had already slowed down. Zhou Qingluo was waiting for the automatic door in the elevator hall to open. Unexpectedly, Lou Yang suddenly accelerated and was hit by the trolley.

He wanted to support the glass door at the back to stabilize his figure, but the automatic door opened, and Zhou Qingluo was caught in the air.

thump—

Zhou Qingluo fell on his back.

Fortunately, he was agile and quick to react. He turned his body to protect the back of his head, but his arm scratched the skin.

Zhou Qingluo grinned his teeth in pain, holding back the pain and shouting: "Damn!"

Lou Yang saw this and let go to help him, but the trolley was about to pass the threshold, there was an upward slope, and it was sliding down.

Zhou Qingluo fell to the ground, watched the car slide backwards, quickly got up from the ground, and firmly grasped the car.

Lou Yang: "?"

Lou Yang was dumbfounded. How fast Zhou Qingluo reacted? After a long while, he said, "Qing Luo, what are you doing?"

Zhou Qingluo looked at him speechlessly: "If this car overturns, can you afford it?"

Lou Yang: "I can't afford it."

Zhou Qingluo: "I can't afford it either."

Lou Yang quickly stabilized the car, "I wanted to come and help you, are you okay?"

Zhou Qingluo glanced at his arm, the skin was broken a little bit, and blood dripped out, "It's okay, let's go."

"Are you okay? It doesn't matter where you fell, is your waist okay?"

Zhou Qingluo laughed angrily: "My waist is indomitable."

The two of them laughed foolishly as they talked, and only then remembered that there was a melancholy prince behind them.

The two of them closed their mouths at the same time. Zhou Qingluo saw from the reflection of the glass door of the elevator that Song Ling was looking at him. His expression was joking with a bit of schadenfreude, a typical expression of watching a monkey, which is very awkward.

Zhou Qingluo rolled his eyes unceremoniously towards the elevator door, only to hear a soft laugh from the people behind him.

He turned his head, snuffed out the cigarette butt with his fingertips, and threw it into the trash can opposite.

Zhou Qingluo: "..." This is pretending, obviously there is an ashtray in the trash can.

Zhou Qingluo and Lou Yang pushed the trolley into the elevator, Zhou Qingluo turned around and wanted to press the close button to lock Song Ling outside.

Unexpectedly, Song Ling stepped into the elevator with a long leg.

Song Ling looked at his fingers resting on the door close button, then lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

That provocative expression seemed to say——

You are off.

Zhou Qingluo pressed the door close button with a click, thinking that if he didn't say something to explain at this time, his intention to not let Song Ling get on the elevator was a bit too obvious.

But after he thought about it, it wasn't a bad thing for Song Ling to have such an idea.

So he stood there as if nothing had happened, as if Song Ling didn't exist, but the faint smell of tobacco and roses in the elevator was clear.

The family's school entrance banquet was held on the fifth floor, and the elevator went up. When they reached the first floor, two formally dressed young men walked into the elevator. When they saw Song Ling, the two looked at each other, and then put on joking expressions. .

"Hey, isn't this the Second Young Master Song? You're here too."

"Wow, with a Juliet rose."

"What does Juliet's rose mean, noble and holy love?"

The two men's sarcasm was obvious, Zhou Qingluo couldn't help but glance at Song Ling, only to see him standing expressionlessly.

The man sighed faintly, with regret on his face, but he gloated and said, "Is it for Young Master Jiang? It's a pity that Young Master Jiang is going to go abroad soon, I'm afraid I won't be able to take this rose with me."

Song Ling suddenly turned his head and looked at the speaker, his eyes were gloomy and fierce, and his whole body was chilly, like a demon whose scales had been touched, and was about to kill him in the next moment.

The man froze with a mocking smile on his face, and subconsciously took a step back.

The atmosphere in the elevator suddenly became tense, and the person who laughed seemed a little regretful, but it was too late.

Song Ling took a step closer, raised his chin, raised his hand suddenly, and directly stuck it on the man's neck. His white and slender fingers were like vines growing from hell, wrapped around the man's neck.

Quick, accurate, ruthless.

Zhou Qingluo: "!!!"

Zhou Qingluo once spat on thousands of floors with netizens on the Internet, similar to "you wait, don't let me see you in three dimensions, if I see you, I will go up and strangle your neck, let you know what it means to seal your throat with a sword" Not much to say.

When he saw the truth, he still raised his throat in his heart. After all, Song Ling had used all his strength, and the man's face was flushed. He was afraid that if Song Ling went crazy, if he retracted his hand and clicked, the man would die.

It turned out that cruel words turned out to be so deterrent.

The elevator was clearly going up, but at this moment it seemed to be falling into hell, the silence was suffocating.

Song Ling pressed the man's neck artery with his thumb, and said calmly: "You are a little nervous, your pulse is beating very fast."

The man took a deep breath and squeezed out three words from his throat: "I'm sorry."

Song Ling let go, and rubbed against the man's straight suit in disgust, but tightened his hand holding the rose.

Just when the elevator reached the third floor, a group of people rushed in, and Zhou Qingluo quietly let out a sigh of relief.

Lou Yang was crushed, and shouted: "Stop squeezing, wait for the next elevator, it won't come in."

The people in front were not reconciled, "Walk in and squeeze, it's not full yet."

Zhou Qingluo was already standing in front of Song Ling at this time, and he tried to keep a distance from him and not touch him.

Song Ling held the rose to his chest to protect it, looking very precious, Zhou Qingluo could smell the fragrance of the flower when he turned his head to one side.

At this time, someone crowded up again, and the crowd in the elevator shouted. Zhou Qingluo didn't stand still, staggered back a step, and pressed firmly on Song Ling's chest.

Zhou Qingluo quickly stood up straight, turned around and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry."

Song Ling looked at him silently.

What made Zhou Qingluo even more desperate was that the freshly solidified blood on his arm rubbed against Song Ling's white shirt and crushed several roses.

Zhou Qingluo: "I will pay."

But it seems that the money he earned this month is not enough to compensate.

While Zhou Qingluo was racking his brains to think of a remedy, Song Ling looked away and said coldly, "Let me go, I'll go out."

Zhou Qingluo stepped aside quickly, and the two people who provoked him also moved away quickly.

Song Ling squeezed out of the elevator, and the people who squeezed in behind were unclear, so he complained: "If you don't get off early, it won't waste everyone's time."

Song Ling didn't seem to hear, and walked out of the elevator silently.

Zhou Qingluo was suddenly a little angry. He hated this kind of person who beat him up when he was clearly at fault.

He couldn't help yelling at that person: "Hey, who are you talking about, you are the one who wasted everyone's time, you squeeze in if you don't allow it."

The man was unconvinced: "It's your car that took up the space, why are you justified?"

Zhou Qingluo laughed angrily, and showed the aura of fighting all the heroes: "Did you install the elevator? I went up first, why can't I occupy the space?"

The man was about to reply when the elevator door that was about to close suddenly opened again.

Song Ling stood expressionlessly at the door of the elevator, stretched out his hand, grabbed the man by the collar and pulled it out forcefully, dragging him off the elevator.

The person who was dragged was dumbfounded and wanted to scold, but he didn't dare to scold when he saw Song Ling's face and the tattoo on his neck.

I don't know who has a quick eye and a quick hand, so he slammed down the elevator door.

There was silence in the elevator for a while, and suddenly someone couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing, and everyone burst into laughter.

Zhou Qingluo wiped off his sweat and took an elevator with such ups and downs. He thought to himself that the people in this elevator were all warriors dancing on the tip of their knives.

And Song Ling was the tip of the knife.

Before the elevator door closed, looking out through the gap, Zhou Qingluo actually felt that Song Ling's back was a little lonely.

The elevator reached the [-]th floor, and Song Ling's neck was scolded by the person just now: "Fuck me, this pervert actually dares to do something, I will kill him someday."

Another person echoed: "Everyone says he's crazy, why are you messing with him?"

"This is definitely anti-social, let the Song family send him to a mental hospital quickly, so as not to come out and harm others."

"Why did the Song family send him in? Who will transfuse Song Jinyi's blood after he is sent in?"

"Shh, don't talk about it, you can't talk about it."

Zhou Qingluo thought it was a bit funny. It was obvious that the two of them had ridiculed Song Ling, but now they blamed him for being crazy?

Jumping beam clown.

Zhou Qingluo tightened his grip on the handle of the trolley, his eyes sank, he quickened his pace, and bumped into two people with no seriousness.

The two of them were taken aback, and when they turned around and were about to curse, Zhou Qingluo immediately apologized with a smile: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

The two turned their heads and saw that it was the two little waiters delivering goods in the elevator, they pursed their lips and left.

Zhou Qingluo snorted softly.

Lou Yang sensed something was wrong, so he asked, "Qing Luo, do you know the terrorist in the elevator just now?"

"How could there be in the elevator just now..."

Before Zhou Qingluo finished speaking, he realized that Lou Yang was talking about Song Ling.

The description of terrorist is quite appropriate.

Zhou Qingluo shook his head: "I don't know."

"Then why did you bump into those two people on purpose?"

Zhou Qingluo didn't change his face: "I was not careful."

"Then in the elevator just now, when someone talked about him, why did you speak for him?"

Zhou Qingluo: "You think too much."

"He also dragged the man out of the elevator, and let out a bad breath for you."

Zhou Qingluo: "That's him venting his anger for himself."

"The most important thing is that you crushed his flowers and stained his clothes, but he doesn't care about you."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Zhou Qingluo suddenly felt sad.

What if Song Ling asked him to pay?He can't afford it.

Lou Yang: "How do I feel, it's interesting that you come and go like this? Think about it carefully?"

Zhou Qingluo: "...I can go to you."

He ignored Lou Yang, and began to settle accounts in his heart.

He doesn't know how much a Juliet rose costs, he only knows that one has been sold for millions, plus the cleaning fee for the shirt...

Hey, it's a good settlement.

Just when Zhou Qingluo was working hard, the car pushed to the door of the banquet hall.

There is a roll-up banner at the entrance of the banquet hall.

Lou Yang pointed to the photo on the roll-up, "Qing Luo, the protagonist of tonight's banquet looks a bit like you."

Zhou Qingluo came back to his senses and calculated the ledger. If Song Ling asked him to pay, he couldn't afford it.

He glanced at the person on the roll-up, who at first glance was somewhat similar to him.

He moved his gaze down and glanced at the man's name.

Jiang Shiyan.

It turned out that today was Song Ling's Bai Yueguang's school entrance feast, and Bai Yueguang was about to leave Song Ling.

Zhou Qingluo took a deep breath and advised himself to calm down and not panic.

He just crushed the roses that Song Ling wanted to give Bai Yueguang to him, and soiled the white shirt he wore to attend Bai Yueguang's school entrance banquet.

Only.

The author has something to say:

Zhou Qingluo: Lao Tzu's waist is indomitable

Song Ling: good