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

Song Ling stepped out of the elevator and came to the smoking point. Looking at the destroyed rose, she smoked silently.

Rose is really delicate. After touching it like this, she became a little bit scattered, so she can only hold it in the palm of her hand and take care of it.

Today is Jiang Shiyan's school entrance banquet, held on the 15th floor, Jiang Shiyan didn't invite him, he shouldn't have come.

Jiang Shiyan is going to go abroad next week, what else is he doing here?

He was drunk that night, but he still clearly remembered that Jiang Shiyan had said that the two of them had nothing to do with each other, and that he had misunderstood everything.

Song Ling smiled self-deprecatingly, he was indeed self-indulgent.

The two have been ambiguous for such a long time, and they have never even hugged each other. What kind of relationship can they have?

He confessed his love to Jiang Shiyan after graduating from high school. Jiang Shiyan said that graduating from university would give him a satisfactory answer. For so many years, he waited desperately, willing to forget all the injustices of fate to him, and be with Jiang Shiyan.

Didn't expect such an answer.

Jiang Shiyan is the noble son of Zheng Miaohong, the flower of Gaoling, with his own ambitions and ideals, and he, in name, is the second son of the Song family, but he is just an illegitimate son, a drug guide raised by the Song family.

Broken roses and dirty shirts, messed up is what he looks like.

Song Ling grabbed some withered roses, smiled coolly, and walked up step by step.

He was not a person with a bright heart, and he didn't have the habit of licking his wounds alone. Whoever played with him would have to pay the price.

Born in a swamp, one should be dragged to hell.

After Zhou Qingluo and Lou Yang set up the dessert table, they rested aside. After the banquet, they had to clean up the venue and bring the trays and other things back to the store.

While setting up the dessert table, Zhou Qingluo sneaked several glances at Jiang Shiyan.

As expected of Bai Yueguang, Bai Yueguang is gentle, elegant, gentle, and reveals a high level of education in her gestures, and she has the temperament of turning hostility into friendship.

The key is to look pretty handsome.

Song Ling's vision is really good.

Lou Yang: "Look carefully, you two don't look alike at all."

Zhou Qingluo smiled and said, "I'm more handsome than him."

Lou Yang made a motion of vomiting: "He is a serious and docile little white rabbit. With your foxy appearance, you are just an old fox who is greedy for money."

The two looked at Jiang Shiyan, chatting with each other, the orderly and cheerful atmosphere around suddenly quieted down, and then they heard the people around them whispering.

"Didn't you say you didn't invite him? Why did he come?"

"I heard that he confessed his love to Young Master Jiang, but Young Master Jiang refused."

"Young Master Jiang, how could he like him? He is the second son of the Song family in name, but what business does the Song family have with him?"

"This kind of insanity is the scariest. When you gave him a little bit of charity back then, he kept pestering you. How pitiful Mr. Jiang is."

"Yes, neuropathy and homosexuality, it's scary."

Zhou Qingluo looked over and saw Song Ling hugging the rose that had been crushed by him, raised the corners of his mouth, raised his chin, and strode over.

There were bloodstains on the snow-white shirt that he had rubbed up just now.

Song Ling walked forward without squinting. The gathered crowd pointed at him, but wherever he went, they dispersed automatically to make way for him.

His destination was Jiang Shiyan, who was holding a red wine glass to receive blessings from everyone.

For some reason, Zhou Qingluo suddenly felt that Song Ling at this moment was like a retrograde soldier, scarred and still moving forward bravely.

Song Ling casually picked up a glass of red wine and walked to Jiang Shiyan's side.

Jiang Shiyan was immediately shrouded in black shadows, subconsciously took a step back.

Song Ling didn't move forward, but stood there and clinked glasses with him.

With a ding, the audience seemed to press the still button, and everyone looked at him.

Song Ling smiled: "Shi Yan, happy going to school."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head and gulped it down.

Jiang Shiyan frowned: "Song Ling, you can't drink alcohol, don't you know that, and you also smoke."

Song Ling leaned closer to his ear, and whispered in a voice that only two people could hear: "Song Jinyi will have two months to get a blood transfusion. Alcohol and nicotine have nothing to do with it."

Jiang Shiyan seemed to be talking about something on his mind, with an embarrassed expression on his face, he tried to cover it up and explained: "You know that's not what I meant."

Song Ling handed the flowers to Jiang Shiyan: "Juliet Rose, classical and noble, for you."

Jiang Shiyan lowered his head and looked at the broken petals, but he didn't see anything classical or noble.

He didn't answer, frowned and said to him, "Come out with me."

Song Ling: "Didn't you accept my rose four years ago? You don't want it today?"

His voice is not high, but enough to be heard clearly by those around him.

They looked at Jiang Shiyan with strange eyes.

"Huh? Mr. Jiang still has a relationship with him?"

"Is Mr. Jiang gay too?"

"I heard from his mother that he and the girl from the Zhao family are having a good time."

Jiang Shiyan's face turned red immediately, and he lowered his voice and said, "Song Ling, did you come here on purpose to smash the scene?"

Song Ling smiled and said, "You said that you will give me an answer that I am satisfied with after four years. I am waiting for you. Tell me quickly, huh?"

Jiang Shiyan said sorry to everyone in embarrassment, and wanted to drag Song Ling out.

Song Ling remained motionless, staring straight at him, "Why didn't you just reject me four years ago?"

Jiang Shiyan opened his mouth in embarrassment, but couldn't utter a word.

Song Ling snorted, turned around and left.

When he passed by the dessert table, he raised his hand and inserted the bouquet of Juliet roses on the 30-inch matcha mousse cake placed at position C.

It was Jiang Shiyan's favorite matcha mousse cake, which was specially ordered from the only cake shop.

The exquisite cake was suddenly dilapidated, which was incompatible with the lofty atmosphere.

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Lou Yang: "..."

Lou Yang wailed in a low voice: "The upper class is so exciting, I've been fucking mounting this cake for almost three hours!"

Zhou Qingluo looked at the destroyed cake, "You framed it?"

Lou Yang: "..."

Zhou Qingluo admired this kind of child with strong learning ability, and asked sincerely: "Aren't you a software engineering major? After working for a month, you will be able to mount a cake?"

Lou Yang was silent for a while, and then said: "My colleague has framed the cake for almost three hours!"

Lou Yang glanced at Jiang Shiyan, who was being polite among the guests again, and couldn't help but whispered, "That Jiang Shiyan is such a scumbag, he's been hanging on him for four years, and he just dumped him if he said so."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo glanced at Jiang Shiyan, and he dealt with the guests with a smile, as if the episode just now had nothing to do with him.

Zhou Qingluo looked at the withered roses and the ruined cake again, and sighed faintly.

He suddenly thought of a poem——

Shulan sent off to Xianyang Road, and if you have love, you will grow old.

It was close to ten o'clock in the evening when the banquet ended, the guests dispersed, Zhou Qingluo and Lou Yang cleaned up the dessert table.

Their dessert counter was extremely deserted tonight, no one was there, as if all the desserts were polluted like that big cake.

Lou Yang regretted: "Although the money has been paid, if Sister Cui sees that there is so much left, she will have to suffer for several days, saying that these people are nothing, wasting food for ostentation."

Zhou Qingluo pondered for a moment and said, "Let's sell it at the night market."

Lou Yang: "?"

Zhou Qingluo has been delivering food for a month, and he is very familiar with the nearby business district. There is a night market not far away. Because it is too hot during the day, people only go out at night, and the night market is particularly bustling.

Zhou Qingluo beamed brightly and said: "We have props and food. Let's set up a dessert stand in the night market and sell it at a lower price. It will definitely sell." He paused, then said: "However, it will take another two hours of hard work. ?"

Lou Yang especially admired Zhou Qingluo, no matter what the situation, he seemed to be able to think of a way.

The two hit it off.

When they arrived at the parking lot, Zhou Qingluo was a little anxious: "Wait for me, I'll go to the bathroom."

When Zhou Qingluo went to the toilet, he was choked to the point of suffocation.

There was a strong smell of smoke and alcohol, and there was the sound of someone vomiting in a pit.

He was urinating when the toilet door opened suddenly, and a person came out staggeringly.

Zhou Qingluo flushed, pulled up his pants, and was about to zip up, when suddenly the shadow on the wall was covered by another shadow.

Zhou Qingluo turned around, almost dying of fright.

Song Ling's hair was disheveled, his face was pale, and he looked at him drunkenly.

Zhou Qingluo pulled up his trousers slowly, trying to get around Song Ling who was blocking him.

Song Ling followed suit, and after a few rounds of back and forth, Zhou Qingluo sighed and looked at him speechlessly.

Song Ling's eyes moved, and suddenly he stretched out his hand to pull him closer to his arms, hugged him tightly, buried his head in the socket of his neck, and entangled him so that he couldn't move.

Zhou Qingluo: "???"

The two shadows on the wall intertwined, and Zhou Qingluo felt like he was being entangled by a scarred leopard. When the leopard was upset, it opened its mouth, and its sharp fangs bit his aorta.

Just as he was thinking this, Song Ling really opened his mouth, bit his neck gently, and then stuck out his tongue to lick it as if licking a wound.

Zhou Qingluo woke up.

He pushed Song Ling away hard: "You fucking let me go!"

Song Ling hugged her even tighter, her voice still choked with sobs, and she muttered in a daze, "Please, don't go, don't leave me, you said you wouldn't leave me."

Zhou Qingluo understood, Song Ling regarded him as Bai Yueguang.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, whatever he said, Song Ling didn't let him go, and still muttered Bai Yueguang's name in a daze.

It turned out that the hug that was rubbed into the flesh and blood was so painful! "Fuck!"

Zhou Qingluo made mistakes, followed his words, patted him on the back as if to appease him, and took a breath: "Baby, I won't leave, whoever leaves is a dog, please let go first, strangle everything and destroy everything!"

Song Ling was finally moved and let go, Zhou Qingluo took the opportunity to push him away and took a step back.

But his movements were not as fast as Song Ling's. He grabbed his hand and wrapped his arms around his waist, encircling him.

Zhou Qingluo cleared his throat, pointed to his face, "You see clearly, I am Zhou Qingluo."

Song Ling looked at him blankly with blank eyes.

Zhou Qingluo tried his best to calm down and said: "The Zhou Qingluo who tried his best to get close to you, you can't let me succeed. If something happens to us, you will be unclean. If you are unclean, you are not worthy of true love, understand?"

Zhou Qingluo was almost moved to tears by his persuasion.

Song Ling's unfocused eyes slowly focused, and the hands around his waist loosened a little.

Song Ling murmured and repeated his name, "Zhou Qingluo?"

He suddenly thought of Jiang Shiyan downstairs, when he heard this name, the dark neighborhood suddenly lit up, and the sunflower swaying on his yellow helmet.

Also, he was haggling over more than a dozen dollars of Red Bull money with others in the Internet cafe, and he was in a mess just now when he fell to protect the cake cart.

Song Ling suddenly relaxed his eyebrows, laughed, and let go.

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

"Oh, Zhou Qingluo, that funny guy."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Seeing his playful face and being taken advantage of by him for no reason, Zhou Qingluo was very upset. He gritted his teeth, bent his knees, and pressed against his stomach unceremoniously.

Song Ling let out a cry of pain, clutching his stomach and falling to the ground.

Zhou Qingluo: "It's funny to waste time on meaningless things, why don't you live well?"

The author has something to say:

Zhou Qingluo: "If you are unclean, you are not worthy of love."

Song Ling's starry eyes: "I am as white as jade, and I deserve it."