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

Zhou Qingluo felt that in order to cure Song Ling, he really went all out. If Song Ling didn't put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately, he would really feel sorry for him.

After all, his heartbeat is a little messy, his head is a little empty, his face is still a little hot, his throat is still a little dry, and he can't help but fall into Song Ling's eyes.

His body seemed to be burning, which was not a normal reaction anyway.

Song Ling didn't even react, and was stunned, staring at him blankly, as if the impact was too strong, and he was dumbfounded.

Zhou Qingluo felt that he was still too hasty.

Maybe Song Ling said that he wanted to be rewarded, but he just mentioned it casually. When will this person stop running the train, but he foolishly took it seriously.

But Zhou Qingluo is always good at finding steps for himself.

He stiffened his neck and talked arrogantly, "Why, you are allowed to kiss me, and I am not allowed to kiss you? Now you know, how strange it is to be kissed for no reason."

After Zhou Qingluo finished speaking, he was just about to run away, but Song Ling stretched out his arm, grabbed his waist, pressed his palm against his waist, and gently clasped it.

When Zhou Qingluo first entered the house, he took off his coat.

Now he was only wearing a pure cotton long-sleeved T-shirt, and his waist was sensitive. The temperature of Song Ling's palm came through the clothes, and merged with the heat wave surging in his body, it seemed to set him on fire.

Zhou Qingluo had never felt so ashamed.

And Song Ling was always shameless, looking at him happily.

"Zhou Qingluo, why did you kiss me?"

Zhou Qingluo wanted to say that he was possessed by a demon.

"You said it yourself, if you teach those people a lesson, let me kiss you as a reward."

"Is this what you say?"

Zhou Qingluo suddenly became angry, "If you don't count, what are you talking about?"

Zhou Qingluo rolled his eyes a little angrily, trying to break free from Song Ling's hand.

Unexpectedly, Song Ling hugged his waist with both hands, "Don't be angry, I'm asking if I'll do anything in the future?"

"It doesn't count!"

Song Ling retracted forcefully and pulled the person in, "It's counting."

Zhou Qingluo: "Let go!"

Not only did some people not let go, but they cheekily squeezed his waist lightly, "I'll let go."

Zhou Qingluo was afraid of ticklish, his body was so itchy that he couldn't use his strength when he pinched it like this, he had no choice but to compromise, "Do it, do it."

"Then I'll beat them up after breakfast."

"..."

Song Ling stood up from his seat, "Don't eat, go beat me now."

Zhou Qingluo smiled, "Come back, everyone has been arrested, who are you going to beat, eat breakfast."

"Can the rewards be stacked and exchanged, for example, save ten relatives and exchange one for a physical promise."

"..."

At this time, Zhou Shoulin came back from shopping for vegetables, and as soon as he entered the house, he saw the two talking and laughing.

Zhou Shoulin asked with a smile: "You two are so close, what good things are you talking about?"

Zhou Shoulin asked inadvertently, and Zhou Qingluo realized that the two of them were almost touching each other at such a large round table, and their knees under the table even touched each other.

Zhou Qingluo silently withdrew his body, then silently withdrew his legs and sat up straight.

Unexpectedly, Song Ling's knee followed, and he rubbed against her intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhou Qingluo gave him a cautious look as if warning him.

Song Ling ignored him, and rubbed his calf again, "Oh, Uncle Zhou, I did the right thing, and Qing Luo rewarded me."

"What a reward."

"It's a priceless treasure."

Zhou Shoulin was delighted, "Qing Luo still has a priceless treasure."

"Of course there is. Qing Luo is a treasure, and there are treasures all over her body."

Zhou Shoulin cheerfully agreed: "That's true."

Zhou Qingluo: "...Dad, when did you become so nasty?"

Zhou Shoulin: "Baby son, of course he is full of treasures."

Zhou Qingluo was so embarrassed that he couldn't bear it, but his heart felt as if he had been thrown into a honeypot. Finally, he couldn't hold back anymore and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Song Ling looked at Zhou Qingluo, who was a little shy but smiling happily, and suddenly thought of the picture he drew on the wall of the orphanage.

There are sunflowers all over the mountains and fields, and all the cartoon characters live happily together.

Song Ling seemed to have penetrated into the painting at this moment, carefree.

In the yard, the buds in his potted plants grew taller again, as if they were standing on tiptoe to see what was going on in the house.

Song Ling smiled, and one day, it will bloom and bloom for him.

Zhou Qingluo and Song Ling finished their breakfast, and Song Ling said that he had to go out for something.

Zhou Qingluo quickly grabbed him: "Are you really going to beat someone?"

Song Ling looked at the hand holding his arm, and asked him, "Is that why you want to reward me?"

Zhou Qingluo: "?" Divine logic.

Song Ling leaned over and said in a tone that only two people could hear: "Or are you reluctant to part with me? Want to go with me?"

"..."

"Or Chagang?"

Zhou Shoulin interjected: "Qing Luo, don't worry, Xiao Song is going to help me with something."

Zhou Qingluo frowned and mouthed him, "Go away."

Song Ling pretended not to understand: "Dad?"

But Zhou Qingluo didn't hear clearly: "What are you doing?"

Song Ling explained solemnly: "Dad, it's about cheering up between close people, such as lovers."

Zhou Qingluo pushed the person out of the door and closed the door with a bang, "...Walk slowly, goodbye."

"Give me the electric car key."

"It's almost out of power. If you go to a far place, find a place to charge it later."

Song Ling took the key and rode away happily on the electric scooter.

He went to Jiao Zuo, and whenever he saw someone, he would find a place to charge his battery.

Jiao Zuo: "Hey, did you change your car? A new energy vehicle?"

Song Ling: "Yes."

Jiao Zuo: "Tesla or BMW, where is it parked, take me to have a look?"

Song Ling's vision for cars is too tricky, and the models he chooses are always high-quality products. He is curious, which new energy vehicles have caught his eye.

Jiao Zuo followed Song Ling to the outside of the store, Song Ling pointed to a yellow electric car and said to him, "It."

Jiao Zuo petrified in place, unable to speak for half a minute.

electric car?

There is still a yellow helmet hanging on the armrest, and a sunflower doll is sucked on the helmet?

Jiao Zuo glanced at Song Ling, his hair was a little messed up, probably because of the helmet.

Jiao Zuo: "I don't believe it."

Song Ling: "Do you have a place to charge?"

Jiao Zuo came back to his senses, "You drove...ah no, you came here on this thing?"

"Yes, I have to ride back in a while, so I need to charge."

Jiao Zuo couldn't bear it anymore, laughed and cursed, then resignedly pushed the electric car into the hall, found a power strip, and charged the electric car.

Song Ling: "Jiao Zuo, you have to build an electric car charging station."

"I have it."

"No for electric bikes."

"You are the first one to come to my place on an electric bike."

As soon as the two of them walked to the office, the manager of the lobby came in, "Mr. Jiao, there is an electric car charging in the lobby. Let me check it out. Is it the customer's?"

As soon as the manager of the lobby entered the door, he saw an electric car parked there for charging, and was about to push it away, but the front desk said Mr. Jiao put it here for charging.

Why is the lobby manager so unbelievable?

Jiao Zuo raised his head, "His."

Song Ling: "Yes, mine."

Lobby manager: "?" Are you bankrupt?Asked our boss to borrow money?

Song Ling: "It's really inconvenient. Connect a few more wiring blocks and push them outside to charge."

Jiao Zuo: "Okay, let it charge there."

The lobby manager left in a daze, thinking that he should trust the employees more in the future.

Since it exists, it is reasonable.

As soon as the lobby manager left, Jiao Zuo asked with a smile, "Master Song, what are you playing?"

Song Ling: "Have the certificates been completed?"

Jiao Zuo took out a kraft paper bag, "Health certificate, business license, catering license, all ready."

"Really?"

Jiao Zuo was speechless. In Song Ling and Song Ling's eyes, he was just like the man on the telephone pole.

"Your father-in-law went to sign it himself, can there be a fake?"

Song Ling curled his lips, as if he was satisfied with what he said, "Let's go."

"It's so easy to come here and have a chat."

Song Ling ignored it, got up and left.

"The battery of the electric car has not been fully charged, so don't go home like an arrow."

Song Ling sat down again.

Jiao Zuo came over with a gossip face, "How far have you two developed? When will you take him down?"

Song Ling glanced at him.

"You hugged each other in the garage for a long time that day, have you hit home plate now?"

"..."

"Qing Luo is so good, you have to take pity on him, don't be hot-blooded, like a tiger, tossing people to death."

Song Ling glanced at him speechlessly, "Shut down those dirty thoughts of yours."

Jiao Zuo clicked his tongue, "It's not okay for you to be so serious, indifferent and ascetic, you have to flirt, you have to flirt."

"..."

"Can you talk coquettishly? My brother will teach you a few words."

Song Ling asked him with a straight face: "When?"

Only then did Jiao Zuo realize that he had slipped his tongue.

That day Song Ling and Zhou Qingluo were painting in his garage, Jiao Zuo figured out that it was the day when the Song family came to take Song Ling away and lock him up.

People are very strange, if no one stands up to speak up for Song Ling, then no one will, but as long as someone stands up, it's like gaining strength.

That day when he saw Zhou Qingluo shielding Song Ling from behind, he was shocked.

So, he brought a group of brothers to prepare for a fight with the Song family, and wanted to snatch Song Ling away from the Song family's bastards.

When they rushed to the underground garage in a mighty way, they found that they were hugging each other tightly.

A group of people came to fight, but they were fed a whole bag of dog food. A dozen burly men were at a loss for what to do, and they were so embarrassed that they wanted to hit the wall.

After watching the news, Jiao Zuo found out that they were still late, and Song Ling had already taken action to clean up the group of people.

With so many of them, they were still no match for Zhou Qingluo.

Jiao Zuo thought far away, Song Ling was still looking at him, waiting for his answer.

Jiao Zuo smiled: "Just the day you finished painting."

Song Ling: "What were you doing there that day?"

"Bring the brothers to help you fight."

Song Ling was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

Looking at Song Ling's smile, Jiao Zuo dazzled a little.

Why is this person smiling so nastyly now, but it is very contagious.

Jiao Zuo also laughed.

Song Ling got up with the bag in his hand, "Could it be that you are the reincarnation of Tianzun in the Yuwu Cave of Jinting Mountain."

Jiao Zuo: "?"

Song Ling: "Such gossip."

"..." Fuck, what the hell.

On the other side, as soon as Song Ling left, Zhou Qingluo sat on the sofa holding a psychology book and sighed.

He is naturally sensitive to colors and pictures, but his ability to comprehend obscure professional books is not as good as painting.

Zhou Shoulin looked at Zhou Qingluo who was holding a book and sighing on the sofa, "Don't read it if you don't understand it, read something you can understand, and don't embarrass yourself."

Zhou Qingluo slumped on the sofa, covering his face with the book, thinking that if the current parents were as Buddhist as Zhou Shoulin, maybe education would not be so complicated.

After moaning and sighing for 2 minutes, Zhou Qingluo picked up the book again and started to chew.

"Qing Luo, do you want to get a business license as a psychiatrist?"

"I have a friend. His family didn't want to see him, and even tried to kill him. He also encountered school violence when he was in school. He finally fell in love when he grew up, and his sweetheart left him, which made him a little mentally ill. His psychiatrist asked I help him."

After hearing this, Zhou Shoulin sighed, "Then this child is having a hard time. Since he is a friend, you should ask him to come over for dinner more often."

Zhou Qingluo thought there was no need for it, others lived well here.

Zhou Qingluo somehow thought of Song Zhaoguang, who is also a father, how could there be such a big difference.

One speaks ill of his own son, while the other has kindness towards strangers.

Song Zhaoguang may have some personality disorder, unable to perceive the emotions of ordinary human beings.

Zhou Qingluo continued to bury his head in the book, and Zhou Shoulin asked, "Did the doctor tell you to read these books?"

"Not really, he just let me go with the flow."

Zhou Shoulin took the book from Zhou Qingluo's hand, "Then you just let nature take its course and leave professional things to professional people. Since you want to help him, you just need to treat him sincerely, and he will naturally feel , if you follow the book, it will appear contrived."

Zhou Qingluo closed the book, only to realize something was wrong.

Today Zhou Shoulin is a bit abnormal, and he is saying that he is a precious son, and he is giving him advice...

"Dad, are you okay?"

Zhou Shoulin smiled embarrassedly, "I want to open an online store. Recently, there are too many people ordering food, and it is easy to miss the order by calling. If you open an online store, everyone can order food online."

Zhou Qingluo refused straight away, "No."

It turned out that Zhou Qingluo asked Zhou Shoulin to try cooking for others, but he just wanted him to stop working so hard to deliver food and change his submissive personality.

Now I can kill two birds with one stone and earn a lot of money, so there is no need to work so hard to open a shop.

Zhou Shoulin: "Why not, I still have to earn money to buy you a house."

"I will buy the house myself."

"The house is so expensive now. When do you work hard alone? After a few years, we will demolish the house. I will add some money. I will give you and Qing Mu a down payment for a three-bedroom house. You will pay the loan yourself. When the time comes, I will pay for a house. Don't worry about it."

"I think you should take good care of yourself now."

"You see, my health is not much better than before, because I have made money."

"..." There is nothing wrong with it.

Seeing Zhou Qingluo's expression change, Zhou Shoulin immediately struck while the iron was hot.

He sighed, "I've worked hard all my life, but I'm easy to get sick when I'm idle."

Zhou Qingluo's ears were soft, and he was a little moved when he heard this.

Zhou Shoulin glanced at him, and continued to sigh: "This man, I'm afraid it's useless. You see, I was laid off early, and my retirement salary is low. I have no money. If I am idle, I'm a useless person. I'm only 55 years old. If you haven’t retired from work, there are only two diseases in this world, one is the disease of idleness and the other is the disease of poverty, and I will soon suffer from these two diseases.”

Hearing Zhou Shoulin getting more and more depressed, Zhou Qingluo quickly nodded and agreed, "Okay, Dad, I will listen to you, I support you, and I will help you go."

Zhou Shoulin waved his hands cheerfully, "I don't need you, I've already contacted good people."

Zhou Qingluo saw that Zhou Shoulin's face changed so quickly that he even found someone, like a long-planned routine.

But I also feel that what he said is reasonable, it is said that middle-aged and elderly people are really afraid of being too idle, and he doesn't know about idle illness, but according to Zhou Shoulin's character, it is true that poverty can kill him.

Zhou Shoulin: "Go to the kitchen and wash some grapes and peel a pomelo."

Zhou Shoulin dismissed Zhou Qingluo, and immediately ran to the room to make a phone call quietly, with a happy expression on his face.

"Hey, Xiao Song, Qing Luo agreed! Yes! With the method you taught me, he immediately agreed! You can come in, Qing Luo is cutting fruit for you, waiting for you to come back to eat."

Keeping in the dark, Zhou Qingluo washed the grapes first, and then peeled the grapefruit with great care.

How did he know that these fruits already had owners.

He recently learned how to peel a grapefruit on the Internet, without leaving the bitter white line in the middle. He tried it out and it was very successful.

A plate full of pomelo pulp, crystal clear and plump, looks very appetizing.

Zhou Qingluo took out the pulp with a sense of accomplishment, and proudly showed off: "Dad, look at me peeling grapefruit well. It is said on the Internet that this method is the method of peeling grapefruit that girls most hope that their boyfriends will learn."

Just when the doorbell rang, Zhou Qingluo opened the door with a grapefruit in his hand. When he saw Song Ling, he asked, "Why did you come back so soon?"

Song Ling held this in his hand, stood at the door, and raised his eyebrows slightly at him.

Before Song Ling could reply, Zhou Qingluo turned around and shouted, "Dad, put the... fruit on the table in the kitchen, hurry up."

"why?"

"I haven't washed it yet."

"You just washed it."

"Not cleaned."

Song Ling picked up a piece of grapefruit and put it in his mouth, but stared at him with a smile on his face.

I thought to myself that the person in front of me has soft ears and a soft heart, and with a few tricks, he will recruit everything.

He can do the splits, and his body is quite soft.

Zhou Qingluo frowned and asked, "What's your expression?"

Due to Zhou Shoulin's presence, Zhou Qingluo swallowed the word "shameless and obscene" abruptly.

Such a lustful expression, but he only draws it when he draws the main character to tease the female lead.

Song Ling picked up a piece of grapefruit and stuffed it into his mouth. When he bit it, the juice burst out, and his mouth was full of sweetness, just like the person in front of him.

"The grapefruit peels well, teach me."

"..."

Song Ling entered the door sideways, "Uncle Zhou, the certificate is ready, and I will build a website for you now."

"Okay, then thank you Xiao Song."

Zhou Qingluo understood that the two had conspired long ago and joined forces to trick him.

Zhou Qingluo walked over with a sneer, and sat down in front of Song Ling: "Song Ling, you should go to work to earn money too."

"?"

"Lou Yang's company is still recruiting programmers. They have five social insurances and one housing fund, 15K after tax, but there is a lot of overtime, 996."

"..."

"But it's better to work more overtime, and you don't have the heart to think about other things. Once you have money, you will be free of all diseases, just like, me, dad."

Song Ling's fingers tapping on the keyboard paused, raised his eyebrows, and asked in a playful low voice, "Why am I like you?"

"..."