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

The efficiency of the small company is fast, and after a while, the only colleague in the company who is engaged in personnel affairs will help them complete all the entry procedures.

Before signing the contract, Song Ling raised his head and asked the HR lady, "Does the company allow romance in the office?"

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Miss Personnel is a little confused, because in the whole Daping, she and Cui Zi are the only women, while Boss Zhao is chasing Zhou Ying, Lou Yang has a crush on Sister Cui, and she has a boyfriend herself.

She scanned the plaid shirts and black-rimmed glasses all over the room, "The company is humanized, it's possible, but I'm afraid there are no chances."

Hearing this, Song Ling lowered his eyelids and signed his name.

The personnel lady was a little speechless, why did he ask this, just like him, the words drag and hang were almost engraved on his face, if the company really stipulated, he would obey it.

The desk is a cubicle, with three positions in a row, with a partition in the middle. Zhou Qingluo sits in the middle, Song Ling stands aside, and the other side of Zhou Qingluo is empty.

According to the division of the company's functional departments, Zhou Qingluo felt that he and Song Ling should not be employees of the same department, and it was strange for him to be among a bunch of programmers.

But seeing that except for the R&D department, all other departments are a one-person company, Zhou Qingluo stayed at ease.

Zhao Dayu: "You two sit together, if you think the space is in the way, I can pick it for you."

Zhou Qingluo: "No need."

Song Ling: "OK."

The two spoke in unison.

This made Zhao Dayu completely confused, "Then tear it down?"

Song Ling glanced at Zhou Qingluo, "Listen to him."

Zhou Qingluo wanted to laugh a little. He brought Song Ling to the interview today, which felt like he was bringing a minor child.

After Cui Zi finished her work, she walked out of the meeting room and chatted enthusiastically with Zhou Qingluo.

After the coffee shop was sold, Cui Zi went home to help, and her cake shop opened several branches. Zhou Qingluo admired Cui Zi's ability to manage the company.

"Qing Luo, long time no see. Look, an excellent painter can shine wherever he goes."

"Sister Cui has won the award, she is only professional in panacea oil, you come here as a consultant, are you busy?"

"The operation of the cake shop at home has tended to be stable. I am better at managing some rising companies, so I came here."

"I can rest assured that."

"What about you, Qing Luo, why do you want to come here?"

This question confused Zhou Qingluo, he couldn't say anything, in order for Song Ling to experience the human (community) world (smoke (poison) fire (fire)), let him experience the normal social environment.

"As a painter, you are a panacea, you can carry it where you need it."

Cui Zi smiled and said: "Okay, then you are busy, I will go first, Uncle Zhou's lunch is getting better and better."

When Cui Zi and Zhou Qingluo were chatting, Song Ling sat on the seat and banged on the computer without saying a word. When Cui Zi left, Song Ling's hands paused, and the keyboard became quiet. After half a second, it crackled again. It rang.

Zhou Qingluo just wanted to ask Song Ling, but seeing that everyone in the company was working hard, he didn't say anything.

Song Ling was also quick to get started, Zhao Dayu quickly assigned him a task, and he started to do it.

Zhao Dayu sat at the desk closest to the door and worked with his back facing everyone, saying that he asked the employees to monitor whether he was fishing.

Seeing that everyone was serious, Zhou Qingluo was too embarrassed to touch the fish, and began to conceive his game scene.

The door of the office was pushed open, and a youthful voice cautiously apologized, "Mr. Zhao, I'm sorry, I'm late."

"Wu Han?"

"Brother Qing Luo?"

"why you?"

Song Ling: "..."

Zhao Dayu explained: "Let me introduce to you, Wu Han, the champion of the youth group of the International Programming Competition, has been recommended to the computer department of University A, and I will work part-time here on weekends to help."

Amidst the sound of welcome, Zhou Qingluo heard a cold sneer from the king of people around him, but fortunately it was not loud, it was covered by the sound of welcome.

But he couldn't hide his eccentric tone, "You employ child labor?"

Wu Han innocently took out his ID card, "I am an adult today."

"..."

Zhao Dayu pointed to the seat next to Zhou Qingluo, "Wu Han, sit next to Qingluo."

"Ok."

Wu Han walked over with a schoolbag on his back and waved to Zhou Qingluo, who also smiled and nodded to him.

Song Ling stood up from his seat and walked in front of Zhao Dayu with a cold face.

Zhao Dayu: "What?"

Song Ling: "How much is the liquidated damages? Two people, total."

After half a day's work in the morning, Wu Han felt that he was almost stared at by Song Ling.

As long as he talked to Zhou Qingluo, Song Ling would just stare at him motionlessly, making him fail to do his job well.

After lunch, during the lunch break, in the tea room, Wu Han finally had a chance for Zhou Qingluo to appear alone.

Wu Han looked at Zhou Qingluo, hesitant to speak several times.

Zhou Qingluo smiled: "Xiao Wu, are you okay?"

Wu Han: "Brother Qing Luo, does Song Ling not like me talking to you?"

Song Ling was about to step into the tea room, but stopped again.

He wanted to know what Zhou Qingluo said.

Zhou Qingluo was silent for a moment, recalled all about Song Ling, and nodded, "It seems to be."

Wu Han looked aggrieved, "Why? Did I do something wrong?"

Zhou Qingluo: "You are right."

"Then why does he hate me?"

Song Ling outside the tea room couldn't bear it any longer, and was about to go in and take Wu Han out to teach him a lesson, when he heard Zhou Qingluo say: "Well, if he doesn't like it, and if you have nothing to say in the future, we will try not to talk about it. say."

Wu Han: "?"

Zhou Qingluo nodded firmly, "Well, let's do it like this."

Zhou Qingluo did what he said, and immediately turned around and went out, ignoring Wu Han, but unexpectedly met Song Ling at the door.

Zhou Qingluo: "Where have you been?"

Song Ling: "I went to get a courier." He paused, looked at Wu Han, and said two words through his teeth, "That's all."

Song Ling's eyes were so fierce that Wu Han couldn't help it, so he had to avoid his eyes.

Zhou Qingluo held up the two water glasses in his hand: "The water is ready for you, go back and rest."

Song Ling hooked her lips, and took her own cup, "Thank you, I'll make a cup of coffee, you go first."

Zhou Qingluo: "Okay."

Zhou Qingluo went out after finishing speaking, and Wu Han wanted to go out too, but was blocked by Song Ling.

Wu Han took a step back subconsciously.

Song Ling unscrewed the cup slowly, drank the water, blinked, and looked at Wu Han coldly.

Wu Han: "What do you want to do?"

"Are you going to fetch water yourself?"

"..." It means that Zhou Qingluo will fight for you, you are awesome.

"At a young age, I'm pretty good at watching people order dishes."

Wu Han: "What do you mean?"

"I'm two years older than Zhou Qingluo, you call me by my name, you call him brother?"

Wu Han: "...do you want me to call you brother too?"

Song Ling laughed angrily.

Zhou Qingluo kept saying that he was shameless, but he didn't expect there to be someone more shameless than him.

"I'm not interested in you, but I want you to stay away from him, understand."

At the same time, when he returned to the office, a group of people were watching his position.

Zhou Qingluo walked over to look at it, and was also dumbfounded.

His chair is strapped with a lumbar pad, a cervical pad, and a small quilt, all in a low-key smoky blue.

There are eye masks, ear plugs and humidifiers on the table.

A simple grid room has been abruptly transformed into a warm lounge.

Lou Yang: "Mr. Song made it for you."

"Imported latex."

"Take a nap with peace of mind, don't worry about slipping your waist and stiff neck."

"And the mats."

"Thoughtful."

"Meticulous attention to detail."

"It must be extremely comfortable."

Zhou Qingluo put down the water glass, lay down on the seat in full view of everyone, adjusted his sitting posture, lay down on the chair, and lazily said: "That's right, it's really comfortable."

Everyone: "..."

Everyone looked like a dog, and someone said, "How can this Song Ling have two faces?"

Song Ling, who had two faces, came over with a glass of water, and glanced at the man indifferently.

The meaning of that indifferent expression was so obvious that it almost had your ass written all over his face.

The people who were watching immediately dispersed.

Song Ling asked with a smile, "Are you comfortable?"

Zhou Qingluo smiled: "Why don't you do something yourself."

Song Ling: "I don't care."

As Song Ling said, he pushed Zhou Qingluo and his chair to his place.

"Change location."

"Why? Don't you want to sit in the middle?"

"The smell of tea is too strong in your position."

"..."

It happened that Wu Han came out with a water glass and saw Song Ling changing places with Zhou Qingluo.

Seeing Song Ling sitting next to him, Wu Han immediately didn't want to go back to his seat.

But who stipulates that Zhou Qingluo can only be liked by him and Song Ling.

After a day's work, Zhou Qingluo was a little tired. After all, the company was on the rise, and things were many and cumbersome. To Zhou Qingluo's surprise, although Song Ling hadn't worked a day, he was able to handle all these things with ease.

He basically finished all the work that Zhao Dayu told him to do.

Zhao Dayu was very satisfied with him, but facing his face made of ice cubes, Zhao Dayu couldn't say a single word of encouragement and praise.

It's just that he did it too fast, which made other colleagues resentful. He looked at him like a scumbag who just finished filling in the blanks and looked at a top student who was about to hand in the paper. Song Ling glanced at them indifferently and gave them a gift from talent. The contempt of the party.

Zhou Qingluo could see from the eyes of everyone that Song Ling might be beaten by a gang one day.

But everyone belongs to Mu Qiang, especially the R&D department. Whoever is skilled is the best. When Song Ling gets off work, colleagues come over to get closer.

That person was Liangqiu. He came over and patted Song Ling on the shoulder, "Song Ling, my name is Liangqiu. Not bad. Boss Zhao said, you're as good as five, awesome."

Song Ling frowned and glanced at him, then at his own shoulder, his expression of disgust was obvious.

Liangqiu withdrew his hand in embarrassment, and Song Ling's expression returned to normal, and he uttered a single "um" in response.

Liangqiu left in embarrassment, Zhou Qingluo was in a bit of a complicated mood.

On Song Ling's first day at work, apart from his outstanding business ability, he almost offended his colleagues.

Seeing that he didn't say a word all day long, and couldn't tell whether he was happy or unhappy, Zhou Qingluo thought to himself, might he have done something wrong? Song Ling originally had his own world, and he shouldn't be forced to pull him into the world. Come in your own world.

Zhou Qingluo didn't tell him about it until before going to bed at night.

Lying on the bed, Zhou Qingluo asked in a low voice: "Song Ling, don't you like going to work? If you don't like it, forget it, and let's do something else."

Song Ling raised his eyebrows, "What are you doing?"

"Do anything."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Ling got into his bed immediately.

Zhou Qingluo realized that something was wrong, and just wanted to react, but the reaction was not faster than Song Ling, and Song Ling had already controlled him.

Song Ling hugged him, "You're disobedient again, why are you calling people by name and surname again?"

Zhou Qingluo pushed him away with a smile, "Get up, I have something to tell you."

"Call brother first."

"Tsk, something really happened."

"Should I call or not? If not, I will kiss."

"Okay, okay, can't you just call me, brother."

Song Ling let him go, "Tell me, what's the matter."

"Why does Sister Cui keep ignoring you? His hatred for you makes me feel that you are the owner of the Oath Cafe, who sold the coffee shop she worked so hard to manage."

Song Ling: "..."

Seeing Song Ling remain silent, Zhou Qingluo joked, "Why do you have such an expression? You can't really be the owner of the coffee shop, right?"

Song Ling: "What she hates even more is that his favorite comic author hired a shooter, and that shooter is me."

"Then did you apologize to her?"

"I apologized, but she didn't accept it."

Speaking of this, Zhou Qingluo was also a little angry. Once the heat of this matter passed, Jiang Shiyan also became a coward, acting as if nothing had happened, and looked like the years were peaceful.

"When did you and the oath co-operate to deceive the readers? When will you apologize?"

Song Ling looked indifferent, "Why do you have to apologize? I don't care about them."

"Because they, like Sister Cui, really liked the oath and felt cheated. They will definitely be very sad."

Song Ling: "Are you all so afraid of being deceived?"

"..."

Zhou Qingluo suddenly understood a little bit that Song Ling's world was different from the world of normal people. Others' worlds were black and white and colorful, but Song Ling's world was only a large area of ​​gray.

He is used to closing himself up and living according to his own rules, and his rules are only caring and not caring.

Don't care, don't explain, right or wrong.

Everyone knew that he cared about Jiang Shiyan before, so they used Jiang Shiyan to control him.

Song Ling is more like a dazed child. No one has ever cared about him, so he never cared about others. That's why Jiang Shiyan saved him, so he will always think of his kindness.

So how strong will he have to be to get to where he is today.

He seemed to know too little about Song Ling, and never tried to walk into his world.

Zhou Qingluo patiently explained to him: "Of course I'm afraid, the more I care, the more afraid I am of being deceived."

"What about you, do you want me to apologize?"

"Of course I hope, because apologizing is the right thing to do."

Song Ling let him go and called Jiang Shiyan directly.

The connection over there was quickly connected. Jiang Shiyan was very happy, and his tone was very excited, "A Ling? You finally called me? I'm so happy."

Hearing this, Zhou Qingluo paused, turned around and wanted to leave.

Song Ling grabbed his arm, put the phone on the bed, and turned on the speaker.

Song Ling: "You didn't paint the painting, and there is plagiarism. When will you apologize publicly?"

Jiang Shiyan was silent, acting coquettishly, "Didn't you not talk about it? Why did you bring it up again?"

Song Ling frowned: "When will you apologize publicly?"

Jiang Shiyan laughed, "Why do we have to apologize? As long as we don't tell them, they won't know. Ah Ling, the work was completed by us together, and the oath is a pen name. There is no rule that he cannot be two people, right?"

Song Ling got a little impatient, and repeated it like a robot, "When will you apologize publicly?"

Jiang Shiyan was also a little angry, "A Ling, do you know what it means to admit? My previous efforts will be overturned, and my achievements in comics will be destroyed," he paused, his tone aggrieved, " You can't bear to subject me to all this violence online, can you?"

Zhou Qingluo couldn't listen anymore, the tea taste was too strong.

What a wonder.

The only person who treats Song Ling well is this kind of virtue?

He must not let Song Ling fall into Jiang Shiyan's clutches again in the future.

With a cold face, holding his throat, he said coquettishly, "Brother Ling, why are you getting up? It's so late, whose call is it?"

Song Ling: "?"

There was silence over there, and hung up the phone.

Zhou Qingluo raised his eyebrows, snorted, and was filled with righteous indignation: "Don't worry, I will lead you to the right path in the future, and let you know that no matter how beautiful the moonlight is, it can't warm the earth, drive away the darkness, dry clothes, or make them ripe. paddy!"

Song Ling laughed, threw himself at Zhou Qingluo, covered her with the quilt, "Qingluo, let's sleep together tonight, I promise we won't do anything."

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