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

The next day was the weekend, and Zhou Qingluo woke up at 06:30 because of the biological clock.

He glanced at Song Ling who was in the next bed, he was still sleeping.

Some people are as ferocious as beasts when they are crazy, but they sleep well, which is quite different from their usual appearance of baring their teeth and claws.

After all, people are back.

He didn't know what happened last night, and he became hypocritical while talking. Song Ling kept wiping his tears in a hurry and kept apologizing to him. In the end, he kicked him out of the bed and honestly returned to himself. lying on the bed.

As soon as Song Ling opened his mouth to speak, he beat him up and told him to shut up, forcibly depriving some people of their right to speak.

Like a fighting cock, it's so pretentious and unreasonable, it makes Song Ling a sieve.

Song Ling is also very tempered, like an angry little daughter-in-law, always yes, yes, yes, I am sorry.

When Zhou Qingluo thought about it, his toes curled up in embarrassment.

The fighting cock defeated the beast.

He poohed secretly, and pressed in a low voice, "What kind of wind did you have yesterday?"

No, he has to leave this house before Song Ling gets up.

He got up quietly, afraid to put on his shoes for fear of making too much noise.

He gently opened the curtains, then gently opened the sliding door, and walked to the balcony.

Song Ling opened his eyes at this moment.

With bare feet and thin autumn clothes, Zhou Qingluo stood in front of the window, taking care of the potted plants he brought over.

He wanted to get up and help Zhou Qingluo get his slippers, but he thought that some people would be too embarrassed now, so he looked at him quietly.

The balcony of Zhou Qingluo's room faces the yard. It is an old-fashioned non-floor balcony. Potted plants can be placed on the window sill, and his sunflowers are placed there.

Zhou Qingluo was weeding his potted plant, chatting with it in a low voice as he pulled it out, as if he was used to it, "Why are you growing grass again?"

"It might rain today and have to move you in."

Song Ling looked at his back and curled his lips.

Zhou Qingluo finished pulling the grass, hugged it, and asked in a low voice: "Your master is back, are you happy?"

Perhaps realizing that it was too stupid to do so, he scratched his head a little irritably, and turned his head quietly.

Song Ling quickly closed his eyes, and then he heard someone relieved.

His heart was sore.

After Zhou Qingluo took care of the potted plants, he gently took his clothes out of the room.

The door was locked, Song Ling opened his eyes, got up and went to the balcony to look at his potted plants.

In a month, it has grown a lot taller, and it is no longer a small shoot. The little stick of loose soil is still stuck there, and it is taller than this little stick. It can be seen that it is a small stick. A hard-growing sunflower.

There are still some withered grasses around the potted plants, which should have been pulled out a few days ago, and there is a larger flower pot beside it, and there is a large bag of flower mud in it, waiting for it to grow up, it can be Repotted it.

During this time, Zhou Qingluo has been taking good care of it, and chatting with it foolishly.

Zhou Qingluo said that during that month, he didn't know where to find him.

He probably would also ask Sunflower, where did he go?

Song Ling vaguely felt that he was really wrong. Qing Luo, like ordinary people, longed for a real and ordinary future, but he was not even a normal person. No matter how hard he tried, he was just a girl growing in the mud and darkness. sick person.

Zhou Qingluo said that he kept his heart tightly closed, and he was right.

After all, he wanted to lock up those devastated past tightly, and didn't want them to come out to cause trouble.

But he didn't know when he would lose control, and whether he could still get out.

Does he deserve to stand by Qing Luo's side?

While he was thinking wildly, the door turned slightly, Song Ling came back to his senses, turned around quickly, wanted to run to the bed, and pretended nothing happened.

Unexpectedly, after running two steps, his foot hit the edge of the bed, and his body lost control. He wanted to throw himself on the bed, but ended up on the ground.

There was a muffled sound as the body hit the wooden floor.

Song Ling gritted his teeth in pain, and before he could curse, he kicked his foot and kicked it to the coat rack next to the bookshelf.

Such a large coat rack was about to fall down. Song Ling checked with his eyes. If it fell down, the hook for hanging the hat was probably facing Song Erling.

It was too late to say it, he didn't care about that much anymore, it was probably too late to stand up, and he quickly crawled forward.

The house is not very big, so I moved to the door of the room after crawling.

Zhou Qingluo just opened the door, and saw Song Ling who was crawling forward, and the coat rack that fell to the ground with a bang.

Song Ling breathed a sigh of relief, and cursed.

All his life, the toy he hated the most was dominoes, not one of them.

When he raised his eyes, he happened to see Zhou Qingluo standing petrified at the door.

"..."

"..."

After being silent for a few seconds, Zhou Qingluo compared and suddenly felt that his pretentious behavior last night was not necessarily so embarrassing.

Song Ling closed his eyes, and simply smashed the jar. Anyway, he couldn't be more embarrassed. He lay flat and pretended, "Zhou Qingluo, help me."

Zhou Qingluo suppressed a smile: "If you don't move back, your head will block the door, and you won't be able to open it, and I won't be able to get in."

Song Ling: "..."

Song Ling really moved to the side.

Zhou Qingluo went in sideways and helped him up.

"What are you doing?"

"I fell asleep and rolled out of bed."

Looking at the open sliding door and the slippers still on the balcony, Zhou Qingluo didn't expose his lie.

Song Ling was silent for a while: "I woke up and wanted to see if you were in the yard."

"I'm going to work today, you can do whatever you want," Zhou Qingluo paused, and then said, "If you have something to go on a long trip, just call and tell me, I'm leaving."

Song Ling quickly explained, "I'm not going anywhere."

Zhou Qingluo responded, closed the door and left.

Recently, Zhao Dayu took over a project, the amount of which was huge, and Party A was in a hurry, and everyone in the company was working overtime.

Party A was very satisfied with the characters and scenes he drew, but at the time when the program was written, the technicians wrote the program separately, and there was no problem at all when they were run separately, and there were no bugs when they were combined, but the result was wrong.

Zhao Dayu didn't have any good solutions either. He called it brainstorming, and even accountants were recruited to find a solution.

When Zhou Qingluo arrived, everyone except Wu Han had already arrived.

After all, Wu Han is a part-time job, so it is normal for students to have activities on weekends.

As soon as Zhao Dayu saw Zhou Qingluo, he started to ask him, "Qingluo, Song Ling, is he still coming? Let him try it?"

Zhou Qingluo shook his head, "He just recovered from his illness, but his body is quite weak."

"What kind of disease is this? It hasn't been cured after a month of treatment."

Zhou Qingluo smiled without saying a word.

Zhao Dayu sighed. Although Song Ling only worked here for a week, Song Ling completed every job he gave to him perfectly, and the speed of solving bugs was beyond his reach.

With his keen intuition and professional judgment, Zhao Dayu felt that Song Ling would definitely be able to find the problem and solve this bug perfectly.

Zhao Dayu: "By the way, Qing Luo, it's more convenient for you to ride a bicycle. Go and buy some casual snacks for everyone."

Liangqiu stood up from his seat, "Mr. Zhao, I'll go buy it for everyone. Qing Luo just came here and it's been hard work."

Zhao Dayu: "Sit down and think about it."

Liang Qiu: "..." Why did he want to be a programmer? ?

As soon as Zhou Qingluo went out, the weak Song Ling he said pushed the door open and came in.

Zhao Dayu subconsciously looked towards the door, thinking it was an illusion. After all, ever since he encountered this bug, he had been expecting Song Ling to suddenly open the door and come in.

He glanced again, and Song Ling was still standing at the door.

Zhao Dayu smiled happily, and stood up from his seat, "Song Ling is here, welcome back, how is your recovery?"

The programmers, who were deep in thought, raised their heads in unison, and their eyes that had been dimmed by torment were dimly shining.

Liangqiu cried out in pain, "Great God, you are finally here, and there is a big gift waiting for you."

Song Ling glanced around the office, ignored Liang Qiu, and returned his gaze directly to Zhao Dayu.

"Where's Zhou Qingluo?"

"I went out to buy snacks for everyone. I just left. Didn't you run into each other?"

Song Ling wanted to turn around and leave, but was pulled back by Zhao Dayu, "Be safe and don't be impatient, just sit in your seat and wait for a while, Zhou Qingluo will be back soon."

Song Ling broke away from Zhao Dayu's hand and walked straight to his place.

Zhao Dayu understands Song Ling very well. People who have two skills and three points of ability usually get two to five to eighty thousand, just like he was in Baomu Group back then, walking sideways.

Who told him to be a boss?

As soon as Song Ling sat down, Zhao Dayu immediately came over and explained the problem to Song Ling concisely.

Song Ling looked at Party A's needs, and looked up at Zhao Dayu.

"That's it, do you need seven people to divide the work and write the program?"

Zhao Dayu: "..."

The other seven people: "..."

Song Ling took off his coat and put it on the stool, moved his fingers, pasted Party A's needs on the partition, opened the interface and started working.

Zhao Dayu likes this kind of neat and tidy staff.

"Don't you need to look at other people's programs?"

Song Ling kept pointing, "No need."

Zhao Dayu: "You want to start from scratch? Time is already tight."

Song Ling stopped and glanced at Zhao Dayu.

Zhao Dayu: "Don't stop, you continue."

Song Ling continued typing on the keyboard.

Watching Song Ling typing on the keyboard is a kind of enjoyment, Zhao Dayu only thought of a very earthy metaphor, his hands are like butterflies dancing on the keyboard.

Once Song Ling came, Zhao Dayu didn't bother to pay attention to them.Others began to lie down and grind foreign labor.

Although Song Ling's personality is very weak, it feels really good to lie down and win with his thighs hugged, so they don't have any objections to Song Ling.

At this time, Wu Han also came, the partition was too high, he didn't see Song Ling clearly, thought it was Zhou Qingluo, with a cloth bag in his hand, walked over enthusiastically, put the cloth bag next to Song Ling, and said with a smile : "Brother Qing Luo, I'll eat it for you."

Song Ling paused with his fingertips, then turned his head and looked at Wu Han coldly.

Wu Han froze in place, and the hand that handed the bag also froze.

In an instant, there seemed to be tens of thousands of cold arrows shot out of these eyes, Wu Han couldn't resist it, and quickly moved his eyes away.

But this bag was for Zhou Qingluo, Wu Han reached out and took it back, holding on tightly and not letting go.

Zhao Dayu didn't notice the fight in the eyes between the two, and asked, "Xiao Wu, what delicious snacks did you make this week to bring to Brother Qing Luo?"

Song Ling's eyelids twitched.

again?

The colleagues in the office also joked, "Xiao Wu is really kind to Qing Luo, and even makes delicious snacks for Qing Luo to eat."

"Xiao Wu, while Qing Luo is not here, tell us, so we can help you figure out how to impress Qing Luo."

"Xiao Wu has already succeeded in half. If you want to capture a man's heart, you must first capture a man's stomach."

"The egg tarts that Xiao Wu made last week were really good and delicious. Xiao Wu has a talent for cooking."

When Lou Yang heard this, he tried his best to wink with those teasers, and even sealed his mouth with tape.

Those people still didn't know what to do, "There is nothing to say, Xiao Wu is also an adult, and he is recommended to A University, and the future is bright."

"That's right, now that the society is open, it's not surprising that brother and brother are in love. It's not impossible to like a close brother. As long as it's true love, you will be blessed."

"Xiao Wu's future is all planned. When I buy a house in the future, I will buy it next door to Zhou Qingluo, and be neighbors with Zhou Qingluo."

"Wow, there is Zhou Qingluo in Xiao Wu's future, so romantic."

Song Ling clenched his back teeth tightly, withdrew his hand, and suddenly laughed coolly.

The office suddenly fell silent.

Everyone came back to their senses, shut their mouths, and looked at Lou Yang.

Lou Yang rolled his eyes at them.

They didn't dare to say it when Zhou Qingluo was around, because Zhou Qingluo would be unhappy and directly pissed them off. Now that Zhou Qingluo didn't come, the King of Hades came.

The person who was fishing and playing games in the back row didn't know why, so he took off his earphones and heard Song Ling's laughter.

"Fuck, who is smiling so eeriely?"

Everyone: "..."

It turned out that Zhou Qingluo came here this month.

Eating the dim sum made by Wu Han himself, the colleagues enthusiastically match up, so that the two of them can have true love soon?

Ah.

Song Ling looked at Wu Han gloomyly, but Wu Han pretended not to notice, lowered his head and went about his own business.

The whole office doesn't seem to be an office, but a morgue, gloomy and cold.

Lou Yang sent Zhou Qingluo a message.

【Qing Luo, Song Ling is coming to work, hurry back and save your life. 】

When Zhou Qingluo received the message, he happened to be scanning the QR code to pay.

He wondered if Song Ling was too pushy. After seeing the BUG that had troubled them for a month, he was very disdainful. He sneered at a group of people, which aroused public anger and was beaten up.

He hurried back, and when he walked to the office, nothing happened, and everyone sat in their seats in an orderly manner.

It's just that the atmosphere is not as cheerful as usual, but rather dignified and chilly, resembling a funeral scene.

Seeing Song Ling's face as dark as the bottom of a pot, he immediately understood that the refrigerator was cooling at high power.

Zhou Qingluo put down his things, walked over and asked, "Why are you here?"

Song Ling smiled coolly, "Fortunately, you're here."

"?"

"If you don't come again, it's time to eat wedding candy."

"..." This familiar yin and yang tone.

Zhou Qingluo frowned in wonder, why does this feel a bit like catching rape.

As the boss, of course Zhao Dayu wanted to smooth things over. After all, Song Ling was here to solve the problem, not to fight in the palace.

"Song Ling, look at the BUG first, if there's anything wrong, we'll talk about it after get off work."

Song Ling got [-] to [-], "I can solve this bug."

Zhao Dayu: "Then hurry up?"

"I have a condition."

"You mention it."

Song Ling pointed at Wu Han: "Let him go home and study hard."

Everyone: "..."

Wu Han walked up to Zhou Qingluo, and said pitifully, "Brother Qingluo, I'm working part-time here to earn living expenses for the university, please tell him for me to let me stay."

Song Ling ground his teeth heavily.

Zhao Dayu was a little confused, shouldn't Wu Han beg him if he wants to stay?

Can't figure out how this works.