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

When it came to tattoos, Zhou Qingluo felt that Song Ling's mood was significantly lowered, and he was a little depressed until before going to bed at night.

When everyone sees a tattoo, the first reaction will be shock, fear, and dislike, so the best way to isolate a person is to make him become such a person. Over time, everyone will be afraid of him, stay away from him, and he will become a monster.

Song Jinyi is only three years older than Song Ling, how could he have such a vicious heart.

This tattoo should be the beginning of Song Ling's nightmare.

Song Ling said that he didn't want to talk about everything about his past, but if he asked him, he would tell everything.

But Zhou Qingluo couldn't bear to ask. After all, those things were all Song Ling's scars, and they were all bloody. If he forcibly uncovered them, Song Ling would be very embarrassed.

He waited for Song Ling to say it himself.

Song Ling would definitely speak to him.

Song Ling lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling lamp in a daze.

Song Ling: "Qing Luo, do you believe it? A person will really disappear completely from this world. After three feet of digging, no clues can be found, and there is not a single word about her left in the world."

Zhou Qingluo: "Who are you talking about?"

Song Ling was silent for a long time before he said slowly, "My mother."

Zhou Qingluo listened quietly, while Song Ling was carefully pushing away the dark and decaying walls, slowly opening up his mind.

He laughed at himself, "I want to find evidence that Song Zhaoguang framed her, but until now, I still can't find a word. The Song family has been wiped clean. Sadly, I don't even know her name."

Zhou Qingluo: "It's not your fault. Twenty years ago, the Internet was underdeveloped, and it was all paper media, which were easy to destroy."

"I have no evidence, and I don't know if these people can be made to pay the price using normal means."

Zhou Qingluo didn't know how to say it. Although there is no impenetrable wall in the world, if no one jumps out of the big dye vat and relies on outsiders to make unannounced visits, then time will have to prove it.

Zhou Qingluo: "Since ancient times, evil has prevailed over righteousness, and justice has prevailed in people's hearts. You have to believe it."

Song Ling stared at him: "Qing Luo, if there is such a day, will you still like me?"

Zhou Qingluo nodded, "It has nothing to do with liking."

Song Ling laughed, jumped onto his bed, and hugged him, "My wife is so kind."

Zhou Qingluo: "Who is your wife!"

"Sooner or later, if you don't marry, I'll step in."

"Dislike, don't."

"Honey, can I touch it today?"

"Go away!"

"Just touch it and promise to do nothing."

The day of salary payment is the most refreshing day of the month.

Zhou Qingluo was humming a little tune while brushing his teeth, humming a little tune while washing his face, and humming a song while eating breakfast.

Song Ling was not happy because he was kicked out of bed by Zhou Qingluo last night.

Why is his love so clear? It's different from what is said on the Internet.

It is clearly stated on the Internet that a 21-year-old boy is like a wolf and a tiger, wishing to sing and sing every night, why Zhou Qingluo...

"Why are you so happy?"

Zhou Qing Luomei said happily: "Salary payment, my little coffers have gained another fortune."

"If there are two more sums, mine will also be counted."

Speaking of this, Zhou Qingluo became angry, and he gave Song Ling a blank look, "You haven't got your salary card yet, so you won't be able to get the money today."

"You are my wife, can I call your card?"

It seems that Song Ling has never been to work and doesn't know the process, no wonder he doesn't pay attention to it, and doesn't even apply for a bank card.

"Each employee has an independent account. The company has to pay five social insurances and one housing fund for people. Even husband and wife must have two accounts."

Song Ling raised her eyebrows: "Oh, that's it, couples can't do it either, I thought it was okay."

Zhou Qingluo looked at some people's teasing expressions, and thought about what was wrong. After realizing it, his ears turned red, and he shut himself up and buried himself in the porridge.

Song Ling pretended not to see his embarrassment, and asked again solemnly: "Is it possible that we are not legal yet? If we have a certificate to prove our legal relationship, it should be fine."

Zhou Qingluo: "Eat your breakfast well."

Song Ling: "I have to ask the personnel later to confirm this matter. If there is a certificate, then we can go to get the certificate, and I don't need to apply for the card. This method is very good."

Zhou Qingluo felt that Song Ling could not be allowed to speak anymore. This person was shameless and dared to say anything.

"You keep talking about your stand-up comedy, I'm going to work."

After Zhou Qingluo finished speaking, he put on his schoolbag and went out.

Song Ling followed out with a smile.

Zhou Qingluo walked out of the yard and saw the electric car Song Ling bought last night, and immediately became unhappy.

Zhou Qingluo pointed to the brand-new small electric car for ladies, "This car is three thousand two hundred and ninety-nine?"

Song Ling: "Ah, that's right."

Zhou Qingluo: "Where did you buy it? I'll find the boss."

Song Ling felt guilty: "What? Do you want to change the color?"

Zhou Qingluo was angry and funny, but thinking that some people had almost zero life experience, he had no choice but to patiently explain to him.

"This car is worth [-] yuan, there can't be more. You have been taken advantage of. You have been cheated. Bring the receipt and go to the boss after get off work."

Song Ling didn't know where to find such a boss, so he had to bite the bullet and say seriously, "Mine is only [-], which is cheaper than [-]."

Zhou Qingluo: "You clearly said three thousand two hundred and nine!"

Song Ling insisted, "Really? You must have heard wrong, how could this car cost three thousand two hundred and ninety-nine."

Zhou Qingluo didn't quite believe his words, "Show me your invoice."

"The original price was [-]. I didn't ask for an invoice. The boss made it [-] cheaper."

Zhou Qingluo was dubious, "But I clearly remember that you said it was three thousand..."

"You heard wrong."

"If I know you're lying, you're dead."

"How did you die? Did you die under the peony flowers?"

"..."

Song Ling breathed a sigh of relief, and he should be more cautious in front of Zhou Qingluo when it comes to money matters in the future.

Zhou Qingluo ignored him. Just as he was about to put on the helmet, Song Ling called him, "Qingluo, help me see why this helmet is weird?"

Zhou Qingluo leaned over, "What's wrong?"

Song Ling bowed his head, and kissed Zhou Qingluo's cheek with a slap.

Those who didn't know the crisp sound thought it was the exaggerated popping sound that adults make when they kiss a baby.

Zhou Qingluo felt his face was sucked by a suction cup, and then pulled it out forcefully.

Zhou Qingluo looked at some people with satisfied faces, and wiped his face in disgust, "Song Ling???"

Some cheeky people flipped the sunflower doll on the helmet, "It's so cute."

"..." Could this fucking be any more earthy? ? ?

Zhou Qingluo was speechless, put on his helmet in a muffled voice, and rode on the electric scooter.

Song Ling sighed faintly, "Hey, my wife, when will I get the treatment of an electric car?"

Zhou Qingluo laughed back angrily, "Song Ling, you talk so much nonsense, be careful that you will become dumb in your next life."

"I can't do it, I can't touch it, and now I can't say it. This shouldn't be like a wolf and a tiger that a 21-year-old boy should have."

"..." What about your cold and gloomy character, can you share some with me?

Zhou Qingluo thought that when he went back, he must take a good look at the "Circuit Theory" left by the original owner, and personally designed a filter to filter out Song Ling's voice frequency as clutter.

Zhou Qingluo hurried to the company, and only in the presence of other people, some people would pick up his cool guy avatar, not showing off at all.

When Zhou Qingluo came to the company, he would never have imagined that a small software company that aims to build the world's most powerful firewall, but currently does all kinds of work to make money, would actually receive a pennant.

Zhou Qingluo had only seen pennants in two places, one was the office of a public servant, and the other was a hospital.

The pennant reads "Best Team in Programming."

Best Team: "…"

Liangqiu: "Boss, you probably did it yourself."

Zhao Dayu: "Go, go, Party A's father gave it to me."

Liangqiu: "I know this thing can be awarded in the unit, two hundred a piece, can we do it here?"

Zhao Dayu: "This is an honor, which shows that our company has the best programming team."

The best design team didn't look like a team and broke up.

The accountant came over to hand out the salary slips, Zhou Qingluo slid the chair, squeezed into Song Ling's cubicle, and quietly approached Song Ling and asked Song Ling, "How much did you take? I took [-]."

Song Ling showed him the salary slip.

Zhou Qingluo took a look, fifteen thousand!

It's actually 5000 yuan more than him!

No wonder it is said that programmers have a lot of money, and they can get [-] yuan without going to work for a month!

Zhou Qingluo: "Mr. Zhao is righteous. If you don't come to work, you will still be paid."

Song Ling snorted, "Can he get out of that project without me?"

Zhou Qingluo chuckled, "That's right, how's it going? It's the first time to make money by yourself, doesn't it feel good."

Song Ling nodded calmly, "Well, not bad."

Zhou Qingluo wouldn't know that Song Ling wrote software for the first time to make money. It was helping a company whose data was maliciously deleted by hackers to restore data, and followed the clues to find suspicious IPs. The reward was to add another zero to the salary. ten years old.

Seeing that he didn't care about it at all, Zhou Qingluo thought to himself that some people really don't have any idea about money.

It's better for him to do the careful calculation.

The accountant just came over, Song Ling stopped her, "Hello."

Miss Personnel was flattered, Brother Ku was telling her how are you?

"Song Gong, what do you do?"

Zhou Qingluo thought that Song Ling would ask whether the salary would be credited to his card, so his heart immediately started to slip, and he gently tugged on Song Ling, vaguely saying, "You shouldn't ask, don't ask."

Song Ling glanced at him, and said to the HR lady, "When is the latest for the salary card?"

Zhou Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief.

She replied: "It's best to finish it today, otherwise your salary will have to wait until next month."

Song Ling: "Can't you hit Zhou Qing Luo Kali?"

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

The nerves that had just been relaxed collapsed again.

The personnel lady looked confused, "Yes, yes, but why?"

"Pay the wages."

Coughing sounded one after another immediately in the whole office, but he dared not speak.

The personnel lady walked away with a blushing face.

Until the lunch break at noon, Zhou Qingluo was extremely awkward. Taking advantage of the time to go to the bathroom and be alone with Song Ling, he had to teach him some principles of life.

"Song Ling, don't say this in public from now on."

"I see who will dare to make fun of you and Wu Han in the future."

"..." It seems to make sense.

Behind the bathroom door was a sign that was closed for maintenance. The master probably forgot to put it away. Song Ling took it out and put one at the door, and then locked the door.

"What are you doing?"

"Of course it's a bad thing."

As Song Ling said, he pulled him into his arms and started kissing.

The two were kissing inside, but the door lock moved and couldn't be unscrewed, and someone complained from outside, "Fuck, why is the toilet broken again?"

Zhou Qingluo's heart was about to jump out, he blushed, "This is the company! Don't mess with it."

"What do you think I don't want to do?"

Zhou Qingluo closed his eyes, and some people said they wanted to tease him while kissing him.

Zhou Qingluo blushed when he teased her, "Can you shut up?"

"There is a way to make me shut up, it depends on whether you are willing or not."

"You said."

"Hold me against the wall, gag my mouth, stuff the rest of my words in my throat, and keep me from uttering a single syllable."

"!!!" Did you fucking secretly read novels! ! !

Song Ling took the initiative to lean against the wall, "Come on."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo really wanted to hit him, but someone grabbed him and pushed him against the wall, "If you don't come, it's the same if I come."

What Zhou Qingluo was most angry about was that some people kissed him, and his body was not honest, and he still whispered in his ear, "Honey, I have handed in my salary card, when will I start paying the public food? Huh?"