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

Zhou Qingluo remembered clearly that this was the second time Song Ling said he liked him.

He also couldn't ignore that, when he heard Song Ling say he liked him, he couldn't control his chaotic heartbeat.

but……

He knew nothing about Song Ling except the settings of the original book engraved in his mind.

His past was also heard from other people's mouths, and he pieced it together to form a rough outline.

Sometimes Song Ling is very strong and can destroy everything without any effort, but sometimes he is very fragile, even grapes are his nightmare, a little stimulation will make his spiritual world crumbling, but sometimes he is very pure, just like now , frank and sincere.

He didn't mention his life experience, his grievances with the Song family, his relationship with Jiang Shiyan. These things seemed to be his forbidden area, surrounded by thick walls and impenetrable. If he doesn't go, he can't come out either.

Zhou Qingluo knew that as long as Song Ling couldn't let go of these dark and rotten things for a day, his feelings would be used by others and become a tool for others to manipulate him, causing him to collapse and destroy him.

Just like the Song family used Jiang Shiyan to deal with him before.

Song Ling needs to receive professional medical treatment before he can come out, so that his kindness to others will not become his burden.

Zhou Qingluo also knew clearly that he was not a saint. He also selfishly wanted a clean heart, a lover without much privacy and secrets, and a simple life together.

He doesn't want to be vigorous, he just wants to grow old forever.

Zhou Qingluo felt that he could still maintain his rationality at this time. He must have been Song Ling's good father in his previous life.

Song Ling: "Zhou Qingluo, why are you suddenly looking at me with such eyes that save all sentient beings?"

Zhou Qingluo nodded thoughtfully, "That's right, Dad told you..."

Song Ling jokingly smiled, pretending to get up, and pretending to threaten: "Did you forget who's father so soon?"

Zhou Qingluo subconsciously wrapped the quilt tightly, "Don't, don't, it's Father God who told me to tell you that at this time you are in love, and it will hurt you."

Song Ling sneered, "Heh! Are you keeping me from going down all night?"

"..."

"I can't go down all night, don't you have some responsibility?"

Zhou Qingluo couldn't bear it anymore, picked up the pillow on the bed, and threw it towards Song Ling.

Song Ling smiled and caught it firmly, "Want to sleep with me? All the pillows have been brought here."

Zhou Qingluo turned over resentfully, wrapped the quilt tightly, rested his head on his arms, and said angrily, "Sleep!"

Zhou Qingluo closed his eyes for a long while, and there was no movement behind him. He thought Song Ling was asleep, so he quietly turned around, only to see Song Ling sitting by the bed, hugging his pillow, looking at him quietly, the whole People are a little wronged.

Zhou Qingluo was taken aback, "What's wrong with you?"

Song Ling brought the pillow over, lifted his head gently, put the pillow under his head, and helped him tuck the quilt.

"Qing Luo, do you still remember that you said that you will take me with you wherever you go?"

Zhou Qingluo nodded, "I remember."

"If you don't fall in love with me, how can you do this?"

"?" Is he kidnapping morally?

Coincidentally, Song Ling's phone rang again, causing the bedside table to buzz. Zhou Qingluo glanced, it was an overseas call.

Zhou Qingluo became angry at once, "Hey? Why is this person talking endlessly, pick it up, let me educate him."

Song Ling was about to press the answer button, but Zhou Qingluo stopped him again, "Forget it, I won't answer."

Song Ling moved his finger to the hang-up button, Zhou Qingluo said again: "I mean, you can answer it if you want, and you can't answer it if you don't want to."

In any case, Jiang Shiyan was also someone Song Ling really liked. He seemed to have no right to prevent the two of them from communicating, and he had no position to criticize Jiang Shiyan. He also spent time with Song Ling.

Song Ling pinched the phone and blocked it immediately.

"Why don't you accept it?"

"I have nothing to say to him."

"No, I used to like it so much."

"I don't like it."

"Who are you lying to? I was drunk that day, hugging me in the toilet, calling his name, chewing and biting."

"But that way I'm not hard, I'm not hard, does it count as liking?"

"..."

"It's really not hard."

"you shut up."

"No, but it's not tough."

Zhou Qingluo covered his head with a quilt to show his resistance.

I really can't talk to this person properly, my mind is full of messy things.

"Qing Luo, you have to hurry up to like me, okay?"

"Because I'm really worried that one day I can't hold it anymore, so I'll act first."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Maybe he could try to be more honest with Song Ling.

Zhou Qingluo turned around, startled.

Song Ling seemed to be looking at him all the time, and when he met his gaze, he still didn't dodge.

Song Ling smiled at him, "Idiot, wouldn't you even refuse? Just say, Song Ling, I don't like you."

After he finished speaking, his heart was full of bitterness. He had tried his best to show Zhou Qingluo his best side, but the result was not satisfactory.

Zhou Qingluo looked at him quietly, and spoke after a long silence.

"The door of your heart is tightly closed, and it's pitch black inside, and I can't walk in."

"You work harder, come out bravely, and run to me."

"I will not be afraid of you, nor will I hate you, I will protect you. Really, don't be afraid."

The two were sleeping peacefully, but on the other side of the earth, outside the lecture hall, Jiang Shiyan held his mobile phone in a daze, and didn't even hear the class bell.

The professor came over, patted him on the shoulder, and signaled him that it was time for class.

Jiang Shiyan came back to his senses, "I'm sorry, Professor, I have something urgent to deal with right now."

He ran away after speaking.

The professor looked at his back, sighed and shook his head.

This student is absent-minded at all, and he is far from being as good as his resume says.

He doesn't like this major. He doesn't have talent and doesn't work hard. It's really difficult to graduate.

And Jiang Shiyan could no longer take care of so much, his mind was full of Song Ling now.

Song Ling hung up his phone, Song Ling was with someone else.

He didn't understand why he came to a foreign country alone, with no relatives, gave up painting, and studied a major he didn't like.

He really wanted to go back, really wanted to paint, wanted to be with Song Ling, and didn't want to study these messy cancers and tumors.

He logged into his account on Chenxing.com and clicked on Song Ling's homepage.

Song Ling's ID is 【. 】In that account, he is no longer in the favorites, but an author named 【Sange】.

It used to be his place, but now it belongs to someone else.

But Song Ling didn't praise him as much as he did back then, and didn't give him crazy rewards, making him appear on the homepage list for several months in a row.

[Sange] just lay quietly in his list.

He clicked on the [Sange] column, and there was only one work, "Broken Cocoon", and there was a discussion topic floor with nearly a thousand floors, and the host was Song Ling.

【. ] also commented on a red rose emoticon package for "Broken Cocoon".

This is【. 】The first and only comment on Chenxing.com.

Jiang Shiyan suddenly thought of the fiery red rose that Song Ling brought back on the night of Qixi Festival.

Under his comment, I followed more than 1000 floors.

[Floor 1]: Little period?is it you?Is it the little period that is the richest in the universe?I thought you were a robot!

[2nd floor]: Little period!You are sworn!Wake up!Don't run away from home!

……

[Floor 28]: The fans of the oath are really... This is Sange's work, can you be a person, don't come here to slaughter the version?Can't you leave a message on his homepage because you care about the little period?

……

[Floor 100]: Even the small period has betrayed, will it be true that he vowed to plagiarize?

……

[Floor 556]: Don't fart upstairs, maybe Sange is the trumpet of the oath.

……

[Floor 599]: Is the upstairs blind?How could they be the same person with so many different styles?

[Floor 600] The author Sange replied: Everyone has worked hard to build the building. Sange is not a trumpet.

[Floor 601]: Caught three!If you don't take the time to paint, you're actually eating melons!Do you have the nerve to advertise in the conception?Go and paint, okay?

……

Jiang Shiyan finished reading his comments like studying a rival in love, and then read his comic "Broken Cocoon".

To his surprise, "Broken Cocoon" has a steady style of writing, a good composition, soft colors, a smooth narrative, and a complete story structure, like an experienced veteran, whose level is even higher than his.

Jiang Shiyan was a little uneasy, the traces belonging to him were being replaced bit by bit.

Jiang Shiyan called Song Ling again, but unexpectedly, Song Ling didn't answer again, and if he called again, Song Ling had already been blocked.

Jiang Shiyan called Fang Heng.

"Fang Heng, it's me."

Fang Heng was very happy, "Shi Yan? Why did you call me?"

Jiang Shiyan went straight to the point: "Do you know who Sange is?"

"A cartoonist."

"Is he famous?"

"It's okay, mainly because Song Ling and a man drew his paintings in Jiaozuo's underground garage, and the Internet celebrity Xiaoci gave a push, and the parking garage became a place for Internet celebrities to check in. The manga It was just a little bit of a fire.”

"Song Ling and a man?"

"Yes."

Fang Heng: "Shi Yan, don't worry about that pervert, you should study hard there and return home as soon as possible."

Jiang Shiyan smiled, "This should be what Ah Ling cherishes most now."

Fang Heng was silent.

Jiang Shiyan: "Brother Jin Yi and the others don't know about this yet?"

Fang Heng snorted, "Secretary Zhou turned himself in out of nowhere. The Song family and the others are busy cleaning up the aftermath, so who has time to deal with these crap things."

Speaking of Song Jinyi, Fang Heng became angry.

It was agreed to raise money for his family, but there is still no sign of him yet, and he has been hanging on him, instructing him to do things that no human should do.

Fang Heng suddenly came back to his senses, what did Jiang Shiyan mean by what he said.

If he could destroy Song Ling and help the Song family solve a big problem, wouldn't their family be saved?

Since it is Song Ling's most precious thing, let's destroy it.

The next day, in the underground parking garage of Internet celebrities in Jiaozuo Automobile Theme Park, the entire wall painting of "Broken Cocoon" was painted with red paint beyond recognition, which was very shocking.

On the big weekend, the whole family came to play happily, and wanted to take a look at the elegant demeanor of the Internet celebrity parking garage, but they were scared to death when they entered the garage.

So Jiao Zuo was complained.

Jiao Zuo called the police, and the people's servants quickly found the culprit.

Facing this group of mentally handicapped brats, Jiao Zuo was helpless.

God damn thing, to use children to do such a dirty thing.

There was also a lot of rumors on the Internet, and he was so angry that he went out of business altogether.

What worried him even more was how to keep Zhou Qingluo and Song Ling from knowing about it.

After all, this painting is the painstaking effort of the two, and the two are still hugging each other tightly under the painting.

Jiao Zuo didn't even need to think about it, this matter was aimed at Song Ling.

He thought that Song Ling would be redeemed from now on, but those trash didn't intend to let him go.

He wanted to invest in a mental hospital and lock up the Song family.

Jiao Zuo: "Don't let Song Ling and Zhou Qingluo know about this."

Assistant: "Brother, I'm afraid it's too late. President Song and Mr. Zhou are already in the parking lot."

Jiao Zuo cursed and hurried over.

The assistant grabbed Jiao Zuo, "Brother Jiao, don't go, stay away from Song Ling, after all, the Song family is too powerful, everyone is spreading rumors, he left the Song family, the Song family will not let him go."

Jiao Zuo stopped and turned to look at the assistant.

Jiao Zuo understood that everyone has this virtue, so the Song family is here to cover the sky with one hand.

With so many people, they are no match for Zhou Qingluo.

Jiao Zuo sneered, and shook his assistant's hand angrily, "I'm afraid of farts, no matter how powerful the Song family is, can they beat the law? One day, Song Ling will put them all in jail."

"If Song Ling is so powerful, why was he unwilling before?"

"Because he thought we were all two hundred and fifty before, and wanted to drag everyone to hell together. He is different now, understand? Get the hell out, don't come to work tomorrow."

Jiao Zuo walked quickly to the parking lot, and Xiaoci followed, "Brother, you are so cool."

Jiao Zuo smiled triumphantly: "It's normal."

Along the way, Jiao Zuo kept thinking about how to persuade Song Ling, and arranged his lines several times, but when he saw Song Ling and Zhou Qingluo, he couldn't say a word.

The two of them just looked at the wall painting in such a stupid way, with their hands hanging down weakly, watching their hard work being ruined like this.

Those red paints are like a devil with teeth and claws, trying to drag the transformed butterfly to hell.

The palm print they secretly pressed in the corner was also marked with a big cross.

Jiao Zuo looked sad, let alone them.

Xiaoci couldn't help but choked up, "Oh my God."

Zhou Qingluo took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled: "It's okay, let's shovel it and redraw it."

Song Ling turned his head to the side, looked at Zhou Qingluo, and remained silent.

Zhou Qingluo was angry and sad, and his eyes turned red, "Damn, this is our painstaking effort, we drew it together, how can these people do this."

After a long time, Song Ling said hoarsely, "Qing Luo, wait for me, and I will give you an explanation."

Zhou Qingluo: "What do you want to do?"

Song Ling smiled coolly, "Go and pack your things."

"I will go with you."

"Don't go, pick up the trash, it's dirty."

Zhou Qingluo said firmly: "Let's go together."

"Qing Luo, it's enough for me to face these things alone."

Song Ling's eyes were calm, and he strode out.

Halfway through, he turned his head, "Don't pay attention to that kid Wu Han during this time."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

For the next month, Zhou Qingluo didn't see Song Ling.

He couldn't get through the phone, and didn't reply to WeChat. Song Ling seemed to disappear from the world, clean and without leaving a trace.

No matter how many messages he sent to coax him, how much he threatened and lured him, how much he tried to persuade him, Song Ling would not reply.

Jiao Zuo whitewashed the garage, the popularity of the Internet quickly passed, and everything seemed like nothing happened.

During this time, Zhou Qingluo couldn't do anything.

The group of mentally handicapped children were all sent home, and the adults didn't say a word about the instigators, so there was no way to investigate the matter.

Everything seems to be calculated, but everything is just a coincidence.

Zhou Qingluo felt so small that he couldn't do anything.

It was already a month later when he received Song Ling's call.

This month, Zhou Qingluo seemed to have lived a lifetime.

During this month, Jiang Shiyan's plagiarism surfaced again, and the agreement to reconcile with the original author was posted on the Internet verbatim.

Fang Heng's father was revealed to be cheating, and he spent a lot of money on women. Entrepreneurs who were preparing to raise funds withdrew their capital one after another, and Fang Heng's company was facing bankruptcy.

He only now understands that Song Ling is stronger than he imagined. In this world, only he is willing or not. The Song family is not his opponent, and everyone is not his opponent.

Zhou Qingluo just got off work, picked up the phone, didn't know how to speak, but was reluctant to put down the phone, the phone was pressed tightly to his ear, and he felt sad when he heard the sound of electric current.

Wu Han went out of the company with Zhou Qingluo, and seeing that he suddenly stopped leaving, he asked, "Brother Qingluo, why didn't you leave?"

The other end finally spoke, and the voice was still a little angry, "Zhou Qingluo, don't talk to him, tell you to ignore him, have you forgotten?"

Zhou Qingluo was angry and funny, but he felt that his feet that had been floating all this time had finally landed on the ground.

He signaled Wu Han to go first, looked up at the sky, and held back the tears that were pouring out.

But I couldn't help it, because the setting sun was too dazzling.

When Lou Yang came out, he saw Zhou Qingluo holding his phone and weeping towards the setting sun, so he asked, "Qingluo, why are you crying?"

Zhou Qingluo sniffed, smiled nonchalantly, and said in a normal tone, "Fuck, I have rhinitis. I think I'm allergic to the smell of sweet-scented osmanthus. Do you have a tissue? Give me some."

"Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"No, you go first."

Song Ling was silent on the side, he knew that Zhou Qingluo didn't have rhinitis at all.

"Qing Luo, I'm sorry, I was wrong. When you see me later, you can do whatever you want, even if you want my life."

Zhou Qingluo scolded himself for being an idiot, wiped his nose, and held up the phone without speaking.

Some people pinched his weakness to death.

Song Ling: "Come to the garage, I'm here, I'll wait for you."

Zhou Qingluo went to the garage in a hopeless manner.

When he came to the garage, Song Ling was sitting on the ground, and in front of him lay a man with his hands cuffed behind his back, lingering on the ground.

Zhou Qingluo had no time to care about who that person was, and kept staring at Song Ling with disappointment.

When he came, he had done countless psychological constructions, don't lose his composure, be calm and breezy, or don't care, just like some people, when he left, he was light.

But he couldn't hold back, and he couldn't do it. As long as this person appeared, he would soften his heart and forgive.

Song Ling lost weight, his hair grew, his beard was not shaved, and he was not at all energetic.

Zhou Qingluo couldn't even utter a word of reproach.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Song Ling spoke first, "Qing Luo, come here."

Zhou Qingluo walked over, only to see that the person lying on the ground was Fang Heng. There was a smell of paint in the garage, and there were two cans of red paint beside Song Ling.

Fang Heng was lying on the ground dirty and dying, Song Ling pointed at him, "He did it."

Fang Heng's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his body was covered in red paint, but he still laughed mockingly.

"It really is you who is willing to be with this trash, you don't know it, you are just Jiang Shiyan's substitute."

Zhou Qingluo punched him blankly, "What kind of rubbish are you to destroy other people's works with such indecent means."

"Let me tell you Zhou Qingluo, the person in front of you, Song Ling, is a psychopath who will take revenge on the society. If you are with him, he will only send you to hell, and he will only harm the society..."

Zhou Qingluo raised his hand and punched again, "I'll send you to hell right now."

Seeing Song Ling's paler and paler face, Fang Heng also went crazy. He wanted to stimulate Song Ling and destroy him.

"Do you know how many kinds of mental illnesses he has? He is his brother's test product. He won't get better. He will go crazy soon. When he is crazy, his brother will cut his kidneys, take his bone marrow, and put Throw him into the trash can, and then you will pick him up from the trash can."

Zhou Qingluo was trembling with anger, and punched again with his backhand.

Fang Heng gasped for breath: "And what can you do? You can only watch and think that you are great. Can you save him? You can't save him. He is hopeless. An illegitimate child, born, is destined to die Yes, Song Ling is a Pandora's box, and there is a devil living in it, I advise you to stay away from him."

Zhou Qingluo scoffed.

"You know Pandora's box? You're the fucking box, you're the fucking urn."

"I find you very strange. You have been abused so badly last time, how can you get along this time? Do you have a tendency to be abused?"

"I am great, I want to save him, I just want him to live a good life, let him live a long life, and make you sons of bitches mad."

"Just stare at your dog eyes, he will definitely get better."

Song Ling suddenly laughed.

Song Ling's smile deepened, and he suddenly took steps towards Fang Heng.

Fang Heng was startled, but before he could react, Song Ling had already walked in front of him, almost touching his toes, and raised his hand, using something to support his stomach.

That thing is very sharp, and Fang Heng can faintly hear the sound of the racing suit being cut and torn.

He lowered his stomach subconsciously, but Song Ling pursued him closely.

Because of muscle memory and fear of Song Ling, Fang Heng wanted to take a step back, but Song Ling grabbed his shoulders, put his hand on his neck, and pressed his thumb on his aorta.

Holding the knife, Song Ling pushed forward lightly, and whispered in Fang Heng's ear, "This is a kidney. People have two. If I remember correctly, your kidney can also be used by Song Jinyi."

Fang Heng's face froze, he didn't have the arrogance and domineering momentum just now, and immediately froze.

Song Ling sealed his throat with a sword.

Fang Heng swallowed nervously, "You...how do you know."

Song Ling smiled, "There are matching databases, and I can see them all. The reason why you want me to destroy them as soon as possible is because you are afraid that Song Jinyi will take your kidney."

Fang Heng: "You...how did you see the database?"

"There are many things I can see. For example, your company is raising funds, but your father bought a bag worth 10 yuan and a diamond ring worth 15 yuan for each of your five young mothers at this time. Where did you buy it?" Yes, I know all about it."

Fang Heng: "Sure enough, you did it, all of this is yours."

Song Ling pushed his hands forward while talking, "I also know when you called Jiang Shiyan and what he said to you."

Fang Heng: "Song Ling, you...are you a hacker? You know that these things are against the law."

Song Ling smiled indifferently: "Destroy my most precious thing? Try it? It's not like you don't know, I'm not afraid of death. If you have a better attitude, I can find a way to help your company."

Fang Heng's ultimate goal is to preserve his own company. Hearing this, he immediately changed his face: "Song Ling, I just want to keep our company. As long as I keep it, I can do whatever you want. Really."

Song Ling tilted his head and looked at Zhou Qingluo: "Qingluo, tell me, what should I do?"

Zhou Qingluo: "Slap your mouth yourself, as many words as you have scolded Song Ling, just slap your mouth a few times."

Song Ling walked over and opened the handcuffs, "Go ahead, I can see."

Fang Heng started to slap himself, Song Ling dragged Zhou Qingluo out, "Don't look at the dirty things."

Song Ling walked out with Zhou Qingluo in his arms. As soon as he came out, the street lights came on.

Song Ling stood still: "Qing Luo, I'm trying to run towards you, do you feel it?"

Zhou Qingluo chuckled lightly, "Yes."

Song Ling hugged him tighter, and asked, "Are those text messages still counted?"

"What message."

"As long as you come back, you can do whatever you want."

"I want to go with you, I will worry about you, these."

The news that Zhou Qingluo sent him at the beginning was read out so bluntly by him, his face burned with embarrassment.

"Why didn't you see that? If you don't come back, don't come back. You won't say that we will break up with me by text message."

"Tch, whoever looks at those, just look at something useful."

Zhou Qingluo ignored him and walked straight forward.

Song Ling followed and put an arm around his shoulders, "I'm exhausted, I've been busy for a month, you can serve me tonight."

"Tsk, walk well."

"I'm tired."

Zhou Qingluo let him hug him, and his hand touched something cold, "Why are you still wearing handcuffs? This thing is unlucky, throw it away."

Song Ling leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Toys."