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

After Zhou Qingluo commented on the blogger, he gave another wave of rewards, then put away his phone, looked up at Song Ling, and said in a sour tone just right: "Mr. Jiang is so caring, not as careless as I am, isn't he, Ah Ling?"

When Zhou Qingluo was making a fuss, when calling someone's name, the ending sound would always come up, and there was a kind of inexplicable ambiguity. Although he knew he was joking, Song Ling couldn't help but sink.

Song Ling looked at the banter and nonsense in his eyes, and chuckled, "No, you are the light, you are the only myth."

Jiang Shiyan was startled, remembering what Song Ling said to him the day he left the country, "You are the fire, and he is the light."

He tightened his hands on the steering wheel and remained silent.

Zhou Qingluo was taken aback by his sudden love words, what's the matter with a sudden affectionate confession?

Didn't you just see that he was joking?

Zhou Qingluo almost didn't know how to answer the conversation, the atmosphere in the car was terribly quiet, just as the car was passing a bridge, Jiang Shiyan suddenly accelerated, Zhou Qingluo was really afraid that he would be impulsive, and drove into the river.

Destiny is in the hands of people, so don't be arrogant, and Jiang Shiyan in front of you is here for Song Ling, and Song Ling is still so unconsciously provoking him...

Zhou Qingluo: "The lyrics you said are missing the words "you are electricity"."

Song Ling: "You are not electricity, you are light."

"..." If you are a little more sloppy, Jiang Shiyan's speed can catch up with the Long March No. [-].

Zhou Qingluo subconsciously grabbed the buffer handle, turned on the navigation very tactfully, and then turned the volume to the maximum, and the voice in the navigation was also very tactful.

"There is a speed limit ahead to take pictures. The current speed limit is 60, and the current speed is 90. You are seriously speeding."

Zhou Qingluo reminded gently, "Mr. Jiang, if you exceed 50% of the speed limit, you will be deducted 12 points. At that time, you can only ride Emma."

Jiang Shiyan let go of the accelerator, "Oh, I can't help speeding up when I see no one is there. I learned from Ah Ling. In the past, Ah Ling drove very fast."

Zhou Qingluo: "Now he doesn't dare to drive fast."

Jiang Shiyan: "Can't you?"

"He's abiding by the law now."

"..."

"Oh, we, Ah Ling, have changed a lot of bad habits and become better and better. Mr. Jiang will be happy for him, right?"

"..."

Song Ling couldn't help laughing, and stretched out his hand gently, and squeezed his waist.

Zhou Qingluo predicted his movements, quickly grasped his wrists, and held him tightly, preventing him from moving his hands or feet.

The car moved forward steadily, Song Ling pulled hard, Zhou Qingluo resisted hard, and the two were deadlocked.

Suddenly Song Ling relaxed, and Zhou Qingluo also relaxed.

As soon as he relaxed, Song Ling suddenly exerted force. Zhou Qingluo, who had just relaxed, didn't react. Just when the car went downhill and passed a speed bump, Zhou Qingluo couldn't sit still, and fell into Song Ling's arms.

Zhou Qingluo hit Song Ling's coat button with his nose, and hit his mouth at the same time, causing him to gasp in pain.

However, some people's low laughter came from the ear, revealing a bit of gloating.

Zhou Qingluo: "..." Some people just can't help boasting, do you know what it means to play on the spot?

Jiang Shiyan glanced at the rearview mirror. Song Ling was looking at the person in his arms with his eyes downcast, with a smile on his face. He made no secret of his teasing and preference, and his eyes were full of joy.

Jiang Shiyan turned on the car's Bluetooth calmly, and played the songs he and Song Ling had listened to countless times together.

Among them is the particularly small and fresh "Little Lucky".

Jiang Shiyan felt that this song was very suitable for his current state of mind. As soon as the lyrics came out, he sighed softly.

/When I fell in love with you, I didn’t understand feelings/

/Leave only feel unforgettable/

/Why didn't I find that I met you/

/is the best thing in life/

When Jiang Shiyan was moved by himself, Song Ling's legs were stretched out, and as the car shook, he seemed to rub against Zhou Qingluo's legs.

Zhou Qingluo felt that Song Ling should really be the co-pilot.

At this time, the music playing in the car was still singing softly. Although I didn't listen carefully to the content of the lyrics, the atmosphere became more and more ambiguous.

Zhou Qingluo couldn't bear it anymore, so he said to Jiang Shiyan: "Mr. Jiang, can you change the song?"

Jiang Shiyan said innocently: "Huh? Don't you like to hear it? These are all things that Ah Ling liked to hear very much in the past."

Zhou Qingluo looked at Jiang Shiyan who was magnifying his moves all the time, smiled silently, and said innocently, "Really? I don't quite understand, Ah Ling likes to listen to "The Great Compassion Curse" now, and the single repeats every night." Song Ling made a look of 'Hurry up and play with me every time', "Is that right, Ah Ling?"

Song Ling: "Yes."

The corner of Jiang Shiyan's mouth twitched, "Since Ah Ling likes to listen, then I'll let it go?"

It happened to be a red light, so Jiang Shiyan stopped to search, and before clicking play, he asked again, "Are you sure it's the Great Compassion Curse?"

Zhou Qingluo nodded solemnly, "Yes, the full name of the Great Compassion Mantra is "Thousand-Handed Thousand-Eyed Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva's Great Compassionate Heart Dharani Sutra". It's a selected Sanskrit version. It sounds good."

Song Ling: "..."

Jiang Shiyan: "..."

Jiang Shiyan clicked on the play, and the six pure and desire-free Sanskrit sounds came.

/Nanwu drink na but that donna yaye/

/Namo Aliye/

/Polu Jiedi/

Zhou Qingluo: "In this kind of music, any strange idea is very humble, isn't it Ah Ling?"

Jiang Shiyan suddenly lost his mind and didn't want to say a word.

Zhou Qingluo was finally clean.

Sitting in a clean BMW car is really comfortable.

He suddenly felt that he had to work hard on his career, so he got up to paint and get a BMW sooner.

BMW is so comfortable.

Just as Jiang Shiyan's car drove into the urban area, Zhou Qingluo and Song Ling yelled to stop at the same time.

"Stop the car."

Jiang Shiyan immediately turned off the music, and then heaved a sigh of relief, as if he wanted to stop the car.

The two looked at each other and spoke at the same time.

Song Ling: "Go down and eat ice cream."

Zhou Qingluo: "It's easy to get a taxi here, so I won't bother you."

After the two finished talking, they looked at each other again. Zhou Qingluo turned his head and looked out the window. Sure enough, there was a handmade ice cream shop on the street.

Jiang Shiyan smiled, "No trouble, where are you going, I will take you there."

The two said in unison again, "No, thank you."

Song Ling looked at Zhou Qingluo: "Tacit understanding."

"..."

Jiang Shiyan couldn't say anything more, so he parked the car on the side of the road.

The two got out of the car, Jiang Shiyan called Song Ling to stop, "A Ling."

Song Ling walked straight forward as if he didn't hear it. Zhou Qingluo tugged at him, "I'm calling you."

Only then did Song Ling turn around.

When Jiang Shiyan looked at Song Ling with that look, Zhou Qingluo couldn't help but get goosebumps.

Feng Chengcheng didn't look at Xu Wenqiang with that affectionate look in his eyes that hesitated to speak.

"A Ling, do you have time tonight?"

Zhou Qingluo folded his arms to watch the show.

Song Ling: "No."

Jiang Shiyan: "It seems that there is a Michelin restaurant in the west of the city, and it has a good reputation. We haven't seen each other for a long time..." He stopped, looked at Zhou Qingluo, "Why don't you take him with you?"

Zhou Qingluo laughed directly. To be honest, he actually disdains to compete with someone of Jiang Shiyan's level. After all, he is not a LEVEL, and there is no need to compete.

However, Jiang Shiyan provoked again and again, taking himself too seriously and disregarding him too much, which made him very upset.

Just as he was about to speak out, Song Ling preemptively put his arm around Zhou Qingluo's shoulder, "I'm married."

Zhou Qingluo: "?" You are spreading rumors!

But seeing Jiang Shiyan's gradually collapsed expression, Zhou Qingluo thought to himself, forget it, just spread rumors.

The two hurried and hurried, and finally arrived at the hospital on time.

Song Ling grabbed Zhou Qingluo before entering the hospital.

Zhou Qingluo: "What's wrong?"

Song Ling: "I'm hungry, let's have a meal first."

Zhou Qingluo was a little funny, just like every child wants to go to the bathroom before the injection, Song Ling is subconsciously avoiding it.

Zhou Qingluo: "I've had lunch."

Song Ling: "Then let's go eat another ice cream."

Zhou Qingluo dragged him to the hospital, "The time is almost up, go in, don't make the doctor wait too long."

Song Ling held him tightly, and sighed helplessly, "Qing Luo, do you have to watch it?"

Zhou Qingluo was startled. Guan Minglang told him that Song Ling was very resistant to being alone with the doctor. Even though he was Song Ling's friend, as long as he was in the hospital, Song Ling basically would not be alone with him.

Perhaps it was something that terrified him when he was alone with the doctor as a child.

At that time, Guan Minglang smiled helplessly, "The Song family really does everything they can."

Zhou Qingluo: "It's all here, let's go and have a look."

Song Ling was silent, "Do you want me to see it?"

Zhou Qingluo took a deep breath, and reached out to touch his tattoo, and Song Ling immediately avoided it.

Zhou Qingluo smiled, walked over and hugged him gently, "Think about it, of course we Ah Ling must live healthy and healthy."

When Zhou Qingluo took Song Ling to the treatment room, Guan Minglang was already waiting before the expert came.

In his lifetime, he could still see Song Ling coming to see a doctor in the psychology department, and Guan Minglang burst into tears in his heart.

However, it is not difficult to see from his expression that he is still very resistant to the psychiatrist, with a face of reluctance.

Guan Minglang poured them a cup of tea and chatted to enliven the atmosphere, "Have you received the annual dividend? Is Boss Song satisfied?"

Zhou Qingluo was swiping his phone, casually said, "What dividend?"

The atmosphere froze for a moment, Guan Minglang was choked, with a mouthful of tea in his mouth, neither swallowing nor spitting it, his face turned red from holding it in his mouth.

He almost forgot that Boss Song is now a poor ghost who can't even afford a hotel and can only live in someone else's house with the cheek.

Zhou Qingluo smiled and said, "If it's inconvenient to say it, I won't say it, I'll just ask."

Guan Minglang finally swallowed the tea, and said calmly: "Oh, there is nothing inconvenient to say. I recommended him to buy a fund some time ago. This fund has dividends at the end of the year. I received it. The amount is not bad, so I asked him Received or not received, not satisfied."

Zhou Qingluo: "Oh, so."

Guan Minglang took a sip of tea silently. It turned out that what Zhou Qingluo said was just asking casually, but he was really just asking casually, not like ordinary people asking about the fund code and how much dividends there are.

He is a person who loves money very much but doesn't care much about money.

Guan Minglang looked at Song Ling with interest.

Song Ling took the initiative to confess, "The number is indeed OK."

At this time, an expert in psychology came. After Guan Minglang gave a brief introduction, he told Zhou Qingluo to leave.

Song Ling grabbed Zhou Qingluo's hand and refused to let him go, as if he was very resistant to being alone with the doctor.

He said to the doctor with a straight face, "He wants to stay here."

The psychologist is a kind-hearted old man, and said with a smile: "That's not good, it will affect him during the treatment later, and it will also affect you if you can't concentrate."

Song Ling was startled, and hesitantly let go of Zhou Qingluo's hand.

The expert smiled and said: "Don't worry, there are surveillance, they are all watching outside, you don't believe me, don't you believe your friends?"

Zhou Qingluo felt Song Ling's nervousness. When he grabbed his hand just now, his palm was sweaty, but his hand was cold.

Song Ling is even afraid of Putao, who can imagine what method the Song family used to make him afraid of doctors.

Zhou Qingluo patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, comforting him like a child: "Yes, if he dares to do anything to you, I will rush in immediately, push him to the ground and beat him."

The expert smiled, "I can't stand this body."

Song Ling let go of Zhou Qingluo's hand, and Zhou Qingluo followed Guan Minglang away, took two steps and looked back.

When he saw this, he couldn't help being sad and soft-hearted.

Zhou Qingluo often had a dream. He dreamed that he was being chased by an evil beast. He wanted to run desperately, but his body was as light as a cotton flower, fluttering, unable to run or escape.

The fear and helplessness in the dream were so real that every time I woke up, my face was pale and my head was sweating profusely.

At this time, Song Ling's fear and helplessness were like himself who couldn't escape the giant beast in his dream.

So Song Ling has been very resistant to see a doctor, but he still struggled to come.

For a moment, he wanted to throw away all his rationality, walk over and drag Song Ling out of this place, and stand in front of him forever.

Zhou Qingluo smiled, walked over to hug him gently, and patted him on the back as if to comfort him, "Take a good doctor, I'll wait for you."

Zhou Qingluo pursed his lips, and whispered something in his ear.

Guan Minglang and the experts didn't hear what he said. They saw Song Ling's fear and uneasiness faded away, his eyes sparkled, and he nodded slightly, "Okay, I will try my best to cooperate with the doctor and treat the illness well."

Zhou Qingluo smiled and waved to him, and walked out with Guan Minglang.

Even a psychologist is just an individual, with the curiosity of a normal person.

He smiled and asked, "What did your friend say?"

Song Ling's tone was not kind: "Cure your illness."

Although he had a straight face, he still couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

Because a certain little fox hooked his soul and said to him, "When you recover from illness, I will be your wife."