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

Zhou Qingluo was very satisfied with Song Ling's attitude.

I saw Jiang Shiyan's gentle smile froze, then put on his sunglasses, and smiled generously, "I want to go up to see Aunt Yan, do you want to go with A Ling?"

Song Ling: "I went to see it with him."

Jiang Shiyan's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, but his expression remained the same, "Okay, then I'll go up first, and I'll contact you later."

After Jiang Shiyan finished speaking, he stepped on the accelerator and left.

The two said in unison: "I am very satisfied with your approach."

After a moment of silence, the two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

Zhou Qingluo looked at the rear of the car, sighed faintly, and complained softly, "Don't talk about Baojun, it's okay to have Emma now."

Song Ling: "Let's go buy a car tomorrow."

Thinking of Jiang Shiyan's provocative expression when he handed over the BMW car keys just now, Zhou Qingluo suddenly became a little angry. This car must be bought.

"Buy it, you must buy it. Although I can't make you smile on a BMW, you can laugh on a Baojun."

"Wow, Brother Luo is a domineering wife."

Zhou Qingluo was amused by him, "That must be done, we can't let Ling'er, this delicate flower, be wronged."

Song Jiaohua couldn't help laughing.

This guy is really downright likable.

Song Ling let go of his hand, walked around behind him, and hugged him from behind, "But I want you to cry on the BMW, what should I do?"

Zhou Qingluo smiled, "Cut, you underestimated me, how could I cry on a BMW? I woke up from laughing."

Song Ling's hands ran down his shoulders, wrapped his arms around his waist, and bumped forward lightly.

Zhou Qingluo: "???"

"Cry."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo understood that some people were playing hooligans.

Zhou Qingluo: "Song Ling, please show some face, in broad daylight, people come and go, you..."

Song Ling turned his head and bit his earlobe, "Who is there?"

"Ghosts come and go..."

"It's broad daylight, how can there be ghosts?"

Zhou Qing became paralyzed, shut himself in place and ignored others.

Let him dominate.

"Qing Luo, don't tease me all the time."

Zhou Qingluo was innocent, "I didn't tease you!"

"Blink your eyes just to tease me again."

Zhou Qingluo pushed him away: "That may be your problem, not mine."

"Qing Luo, when will we go abroad to get married?"

Zhou Qingluo understood that some people were so anxious to get married because they wanted to get a license to work. After all, he did not accept driving without a license.

Zhou Qingluote sincerely suggested to him, "I suggest you listen to some Buddhist music and purify your mind, really."

"Understand that a man has an impulse every 3 minutes."

Zhou Qingluo's yin and yang were strange and insinuating, "Normal people drive with their hands, but some people don't use their hands, they can go on the highway directly with their mouths."

"Do you like to use your mouth?"

"..." Ahhh!There is no end.

Song Ling: "I can't help being funny, what will I do in the future?"

"..." When he saw a doctor this afternoon, he had to ask carefully if there was any way to make a person pure and ascetic, and whether it was a kind of mental illness.

On the other side, the smile on Jiang Shiyan's mouth suddenly disappeared when he was driving with his hands. Just now he saw from a distance that Song Ling was kissing that person's face. Song Ling was very happy beside him.

And now in the rearview mirror, Song Ling was kissing that person's cheek.

They are in love.

Song Ling was not like this when he was with him.

Jiang Shiyan felt very uncomfortable. The boy who was always around him and would obey him as long as he hooked his fingers had turned into a flower in the mirror, visible but intangible.

Jiang Shiyan was called back by Song Jinyi this time, and was forced to give up his studies. He was much more relaxed.

He didn't like medicine at all. His parents were just small businessmen at first, and his father always wanted to expand the business. Coincidentally, he accidentally saved Song Ling once, and his father began to let him approach the Song family.

Even because of Song Jinyi's illness, his father asked him to study medicine.

At that time, Song Ling was hated by everyone, and he didn't like it, but he was used to listening to his parents' arrangement, and he still became Song Ling's friend. Hearing Song Jinyi's words, he treated Song Ling sometimes good and bad, and he was indifferent.

Sure enough, the Jiang family's business is getting bigger and bigger, and Song Ling is becoming more and more dependent on him. He knows that this is pathological, but he is the only one in the world who is full of his heart and eyes, and he still gets psychological support. above satisfaction.

Even if these gratifications are deformed and abnormal.

Song Ling is not bad, even very pitiful, it's a pity that he was born in the wrong place.

Born in such a family, how many people can be free and unrestrained. They are not the same.

Cast a good baby in your next life, don't be born into this kind of family.

Jiang Shiyan knew that if Song Ling was a puppet manipulated by Song Jinyi, then he was those ropes.

Now the puppet is out of control, the rope is at a loss, seems to lose direction and purpose, and becomes anxious.

So, Song Jinyi told him to come back to find his target.

He didn't come back to himself until the traffic police whistled and forced him to stop.

The traffic policeman was a little angry, "Do you know that you are speeding? I remind you all the way, but you act like you can't hear it. What are you doing?"

Jiang Shiyan: "I'm sorry, I was thinking about something just now and didn't pay attention to the speed limit sign."

Traffic police: "I happened to deal with a traffic violation and came back, and you were speeding on the road. The speed limit is 80. If you drive to 110, you will be deducted 6 points and fined 100."

Jiang Shiyan had a good attitude: "Okay, I admit the punishment, I will pay attention next time."

Seeing that Jiang Shiyan's attitude was not bad, the traffic police criticized and educated him for a while, "Why are you driving so fast?"

"I'm going to Xiangshan Cemetery."

The corner of the traffic policeman's mouth twitched, thinking that he drove so fast to the cemetery, did he just want to live in it?

"Xiangshan Cemetery is over, let's turn around."

Jiang Shiyan looked at the navigation, but he didn't expect that he had driven so far.

He turned around and went back, not in the mood to go to the cemetery, and walked straight back.

He came here mainly to let Song Ling know that he had been here, and now that Song Ling knew, there was no need to go.

Jiang Shiyan drove back, but Zhou Qingluo and Song Ling were still on the side of the road.

But Zhou Qingluo seemed to be angry, and kept sternly ignoring others, while Song Ling coaxed him in a low voice.

The current boyfriend meets the ex-boyfriend, such a classic scene.

Jiang Shiyan raised his eyebrows, his appearance, did it work so quickly?

Jiang Shiyan stopped the car, rolled down the window, and said softly, "A Ling, haven't you waited for the car yet?"

He pretended to glance at Zhou Qingluo inadvertently, and sure enough, Zhou Qingluo's face seemed to turn dark again.

Jiang Shiyan asked: "What's wrong with you? Did you quarrel?"

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Song Ling also looked indifferent, too lazy to deal with it.

Jiang Shiyan: "Where are you going? I'll give you a lift." He paused, glanced at Zhou Qingluo, then at Song Ling, "Is it because he's been a little angry after waiting too long?"

Zhou Qingluo, who was scolding Song Ling's LSP wholeheartedly, was suddenly picked up: "Huh?" What did you say?

Jiang Shiyan said very kindly: "If you don't mind, let me give you a ride."

After Jiang Shiyan finished speaking, he took a special look at Zhou Qingluo, trying to see a little aggrieved and unwillingness from his face.

But it seems not.

Hearing what Jiang Shiyan said, Zhou Qingluo thought for a moment and looked at the time. They made an appointment with a psychiatrist at one o'clock in the afternoon, and they would be late if they waited any longer.

Although it's a little inappropriate, it's a special case, and it's not an example. After all, it's important to see Song Ling's doctor.

The expert was very busy, and Guan Minglang managed to make an appointment. If he missed the appointment or was late, it would be bad.

He yelled at Song Ling who was beside him, "Why don't we let him give us a ride, or we'll be late."

Song Ling: "?"

Zhou Qingluo plausibly said, "Being late means having a bad attitude, which is not a good start."

Song Ling hesitated a little, Zhou Qingluo immediately dragged him forward, and said to Jiang Shiyan with a smile: "Thank you, you helped us a lot."

Jiang Shiyan smiled, thinking that this person was pretty good at pretending, seeing Song Ling's reluctance, wondering how this person would lose his temper with Song Ling when he was out of sight for a while.

Song Ling was dragged to the side of the car by Zhou Qingluo, and Jiang Shiyan said, "A Ling, take the co-pilot, I'm afraid the two of you will be too crowded in the back."

Zhou Qingluo understood that the person in front of him was a green tea ex-husband.

Zhou Qingluo knew that the more he cared about someone like Green Tea's ex-husband brother, the more proud he would be.

But if he doesn't care, the other party will feel that he is deliberately pretending to be generous, and he doesn't know what kind of yin and yang tricks will be used.

It is very difficult to deal with, very irritating.

However, Zhou Qingluo is the nemesis of this kind of person. He has always held the Buddhist mentality of "I'm lucky if I get it, but I'm dead if I lose it".

Jiang Shiyan tried so hard to make a move, so let him take it.

Forget it, being a driver is hard work, let him be proud.

Zhou Qingluo raised his chin and lowered his eyes, dragged Song Ling with a displeased face, and said in a tone that had drunk eight bottles of old vinegar, "A Ling, don't take the co-pilot, sit next to me."

He glanced quietly at Jiang Shiyan, and sure enough, he was very proud, as if he was very satisfied with his tea art.

Zhou Qingluo pursed his lips indiscriminately, hiding the smile at the corner of his mouth.

Song Ling raised his eyebrows, seeing how some people were jealous of him, followed Zhou Qingluo into the car, and said with a smile, "If it's crowded, I'll hug him."

Jiang Shiyan's pride froze.

Zhou Qingluo held back his laughter, and became addicted to acting, "What? It's too crowded. Go to the co-pilot, hurry up."

The complacency in Jiang Shiyan's eyes revived again.

Song Ling: "I don't mind being crowded."

Zhou Qingluo: "But I think it's crowded, it's too crowded, you can go to the co-pilot, it's spacious there."

After he finished speaking, he curled his lips and pushed Song Ling, very devoted and very real.

Song Ling: "..."

At this time, Zhou Qingluo felt that he had played the image of a jealous husband to the fullest, as if he was holding the Oscar's little golden horse in his forehand, standing on the highest podium in the entertainment industry.

He was organizing a speech of thanks when his phone dinged.

It was Song Ling who sent him a WeChat message.

【. ]: It's over.

Zhou Qingluo glanced at him: "..." Did you see all this fucking?

Now that he was found out, Zhou Qingluo simply stopped acting, slumped on his seat and swiped his phone, watching comic bloggers share new drawing skills.

But some people would not allow him not to act, and force him to do business.

Jiang Shiyan laughed softly, "A Ling, you coax him, you can see how angry he is."

Zhou Qingluo paused with his fingers while swiping the phone, then pressed the phone calmly to type.

But Ren frowned, snorted out a breath from his nose, and said in the most angry tone that he was not angry: "I'm not angry, what's there to be angry about, I'm not angry, you are also kind Don't make us so crowded, I know."

If Song Ling didn't see that he was commenting on the blogger——

[Fuck, this painting method is really awesome, I will try it later, blogger 666, manually like it]

Song Ling almost believed his evil.