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

In Song Ling's life, there has never been a person like Zhou Qingluo. Sometimes he is romantic and sentimental, and sometimes funny. Song Ling never thought that people can live such a lively and interesting life.

He has a lot of weird thoughts, and his thinking is also jumping. Song Ling can't figure out what he is thinking at the next moment. As long as he is not careful, he will step into his pit.

A minute ago, Zhou Qingluo was still worried that it would hurt him to have his tattoo removed, so he came up with many incredible reasons, saying that the tattoo gun would pierce his main artery, and that if he had a tattoo, Yan Sheng would be able to see it when he died. recognize him.

But after 1 minute, he was able to capture some strange things immediately, and then connect them with what happened a long time ago to get an answer close to the truth.

For example, the matter of "Mr. Song".

Song Ling felt that his mind was being bombarded with bullets, and his mind was full of——

[You are finished. 】

【You are about to be kicked out of the house. 】

Song Ling was silent for a moment, then asked him nonchalantly, "What if I'm really the domineering president?"

Zhou Qingluo was actually just making a joke to change the subject, to dispel the ambiguous atmosphere.

After all, there were only the two of them in the fire escape, and as long as the two of them were alone, Song Ling would always find ways to torment him, either by kissing him until his legs became weak, or by making him blush with blunt nonsense.

Last time in the company's bathroom, if the master who repaired the bathroom didn't knock on the door, Song Ling would have to help him with his hands...

What made him even more ashamed to speak was that he was becoming more and more unable to control Song Ling's teasing and teasing.

This is a public place after all, if the love gets deep and another person comes in, then his face will be lost.

Song Ling: "Qing Luo? What are you thinking?"

Zhou Qingluo came back to his senses, and by twisting his neck, he threw out those messy thoughts in his head, and looked him up and down, "As for the domineering president, your appearance should meet the standard, but the wealth is not up to the standard, come on."

Song Ling was taken aback, unable to react.

Zhou Qingluo seemed to have taken off his vest. He thought he was going to take it off, but he didn't expect him to gently pull it on again.

The barrage in my mind turned into a series of question marks, and then turned into a series of periods.

Song Ling: "Why is my wealth not up to the standard?"

The barrage in Song Ling's mind turned into a series of question marks again.

It's fine, why did he take the initiative to pull the zipper and take off the vest.

Zhou Qingluo blurted out: "Then why don't you have a place to live when you come out from the Song family?"

Song Ling calmly probed: "If I had a place to live, would you still let me live with you?"

Zhou Qingluo immediately denied it: "Of course not."

"why?"

"It's not relative, you have a place to live, and you still live in my house, why are you at ease?"

Song Ling said shamelessly, "Of course I'm chasing you."

"..."

"Then I'm related now, you can't drive me away after all, right?"

Zhou Qingluo was amused by him, "Who is related to you."

Song Ling held him in his arms: "I'm just Song Gong, a programmer with a salary of [-] a month. I'm still sick, and I owe so much money to Mr. Zhou. I can only spend the rest of my life working hard to pay off my debts."

Zhou Qingluo thought it was funny, he still remembered that he was a programmer.

If he didn't have any skills, he would have been fired [-] times long ago for going to work as he pleases. A skilled person can really walk sideways in a small broken company.

Zhou Qingluo: "Song Gong, it's time for you to go to work. Don't forget, your treatment fee is five thousand per hour."

Seeing Zhou Qingluo's attention being quietly diverted, Song Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

He took Zhou Qingluo's hand and went down the stairs, "Then let's die."

Zhou Qingluo: "That won't work, I'll have to cure you even if I sell everything."

Speaking of money, Zhou Qingluo glared at Song Ling bitterly, then shook his head and sighed, "Hey."

Song Ling: "?"

"Couldn't you have brought something valuable from the Song family back then?"

"..."

Zhou Qingluo pointed angrily, "The Song family treated you like this before, you have to bring out at least seven or eight vases, and you say you are losing money."

"...those vases are worthless."

Zhou Qingluo was a little surprised.

Zhou Qingluo sent snail noodles to Song's house, and the Song's villa was decorated so resplendently, and with a dragon chair, he could go to court early.

There are also those vases on the glass display cabinets, which are priceless at first glance, how can they be worthless.

"Fake? Not an antique?"

"It's true, but it's only about 50, not worth much."

Zhou Qing Luomu looked at him with a face, 50!

He traveled to this world for more than half a year, and his small coffers are only 50 now.

Zhou Qingluo: "Don't forget, you are Song Gong with a monthly salary of [-]."

Song Ling laughed out loud, reached out and scratched the tip of his nose, "You, money fan."

"You have to cooperate with the doctor to treat well, shorten the course of treatment and save some money."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo realized that he had said some nonsense, "I mean, if you get cured earlier, you will suffer less."

Song Ling couldn't help laughing. When some people feel guilty, they will blink their eyes twice quickly, their eyelashes will tremble, and then they will pretend to be calm to hide it. They will turn their heads, thinking they are avoiding his sight, and silently say 'ah' .

Then he turned his head as if nothing had happened, and Qi Yu said proudly: "You don't have to worry about the money, I can earn it, and I'm already planning to draw a new manga, and the serialization will start in the new year."

Song Ling held Zhou Qingluo's hand tightly. He had to heal his illness quickly, and then go to a country where divorce is not allowed to marry Zhou Qingluo, and then transfer all the properties under his name to him. Slowly explain the ins and outs of the matter to him.

With such a soft heart, Qing Luo must not have the heart to let him go out of the house.

Although the method is a bit extortionate and scumbag, it is useful.

The more Song Ling thought about it, the happier he became, and he turned his head and kissed Zhou Qingluo's face.

Zhou Qingluo pushed some people away from him like a large pendant, "Song Ling, walk well."

But the pendant was not removed, but he was pushed to the wall by the pendant. He turned his head and kissed him down. While kissing, he talked flirtatiously, and gently pushed him, "Honey, when can I start farming? Huh?"

On the other side, Jiang Shiyan was called by Song Jinyi to the Song family.

When Jiang Shiyan saw Song Jinyi, he was taken aback. He hadn't seen him for more than half a year, and Song Jinyi was getting thinner and weaker, and his spirit was getting worse.

Song Ling had indeed left the Song family, and even completely got rid of Song Jinyi's control, that's why Song Jinyi asked him to come back.

Unexpectedly, after only half a year, the Song family has become so deserted.

Jiang Shiyan: "Brother Jin Yi, there are experts in our school who specialize in the study of your blood disease, do you want to see it for treatment?"

Song Jinyi laughed.

What's good about being alive? Destruction is the ultimate destination. Everyone will die anyway. Isn't it worth carnival before death?

In this world, only Song Ling can make everyone crazy, only he can break through any firewall in the world, including those payment systems, banking systems, and monitoring systems that think they are extremely strong.

The madness before destruction is exciting to think about.

It's a pity that this tool, Song Ling, did not know when he had the desire to survive.

Obviously, after Jiang Shiyan left, he should have lost all hope.

Song Jinyi cut to the chase, "It's really impossible without you, Song Ling is no longer obedient."

Jiang Shiyan was actually a little scared of Song Jinyi.

Jiang Shiyan felt that Song Jinyi didn't care about anything in this world, and everything he presented in the public eye was just his skin and mask.

People without desires are strong, Song Jinyi is a person without desires, everyone is his pawn, he is playing with everyone.

He didn't live long, so he wanted to drag everyone to die with him.

Jiang Shiyan didn't want to be his pawn, but the Jiang family was like a vine, tightly attached to the Song family.

Jiang Shiyan stopped beating around the bush, "Brother Jinyi, if you want to hit Song Ling, why don't you just deal with Zhou Qingluo and his family? I told you before I went abroad that Song Ling liked someone else."

Song Jinyi smiled without saying a word.

Of course he knew how many surveillance cameras Song Ling had placed around the dilapidated house of the Zhou family, and he also knew that Song Ling had obtained all the evidence from the Baomu Group.

Over the years, the backstage of Baomu Group was almost destroyed by his attacks.

The last time he asked Fang Heng to control and find a bunch of disabled children to destroy the wall painting, Song Ling was able to find out the Internet behind those children and find Fang Heng's head.

Then Song Ling hacked Baomu's OA office system, posted the photos of Fang Heng and all the people involved in the incident on the homepage of the intranet, and played them in scrolling for a whole day.

Song Ling was telling him that if someone touched him, he would dig three feet to find him.

It's a pity that the evidence obtained by Song Ling through the black background is not legal, he is dormant, waiting for Baomu to make mistakes.

Before Baomu made a mistake, he had to destroy Song Ling first.

It's very simple to let him destroy, let the person he cares about leave him just like Jiang Shiyan.

It was impossible for Song Ling to be so lucky that another person would appear to save him.

"It is said that Song Ling sold the coffee shop built for you and the flat floor bought for you. Have you gone to see it?"

What makes people more angry than not having it is having it once.

The way to drive someone crazy is to make him jealous.

"You also know that I don't live long. The Baomu Group will hand over to others at any time. If you can make Song Ling obedient as before, the Baomu Group can also be named Jiang, otherwise Jiang's family can also be named Song."

Jiang Shiyan knew that Song Jinyi was a lunatic who liked to use other people's hands to do the most nasty things.

But he's also crazy.

Jiang Shiyan came out of Song's house and went to the coffee shop first.

It's a pity that the oath cafe no longer exists at that time and has become a hot pot restaurant.

The layout is the same, but the decoration has completely changed, and there is no trace of the oath cafe.

The owner of the hot pot restaurant said: "It turned out that this was a software company, but it closed down later, and the boss transferred it. I opened a hot pot restaurant, and the business was pretty good."

Jiang Shiyan: "Isn't this a coffee shop before?"

"I don't know about that. I also came from other places to do business."

The waiter spoke up: "I know, it's a comic-themed coffee shop, but the comic author plagiarized and invited the shooter to come out and apologize. The boss didn't want to make such black-hearted money, so he sold it."

Jiang Shiyan: "..."

It turns out that this place has been resold several times in just half a year, and the oath cafe has disappeared completely.

Jiang Shiyan went to the community where Daping floor was located. His access control card was still valid. When he came to Daping floor, a strange man opened the door.

Jiang Shiyan glanced inside, the decoration has not changed, but the layout has changed.

Jiang Shiyan asked: "May I ask who sold the house to you?"

The man frowned and looked at him: "What are you asking about the original landlord? This is his privacy."

"This is where I used to live. There is a grand piano, many signed basketballs and musical instruments, and limited edition running shoes, right?"

The man rolled his eyes, "The video I shot has become popular, who doesn't know."

The man said he was going to close the door, but Jiang Shiyan supported the door frame, "Is this house for sale? I'll pay 1.5 times the price?"

"If you don't leave, I'll call security."

Jiang Shiyan was unmoved.

The man looked at him with crazy eyes, turned around and called the security guard.

The security guard came soon, and he recognized Jiang Shiyan.

"Mr. Jiang?"

"Hello, uncle."

"Mr. Song has sold this house. This gentleman is the new landlord. Mr. Song has already moved out. It's getting late, and this gentleman is going to rest. Please go back and don't make things difficult for me."

"Do you know where he moved to?"

"I don't know about that. During that time, Mr. Song was devastated. He was so pitiful. I didn't know until I asked you that you were going abroad."

Jiang Shiyan was very unwilling, and asked again: "Are you selling the house?"

The man sighed, "If I had known this before, why bother to sell the house in the first place, which means that I have already walked out, so you should let it go earlier."

Jiang Shiyan was a little anxious: "Are you selling it or not?"

The man snorted, "Not for sale, and the security guard, his access card should be canceled."

After he finished speaking, he slammed the door shut.

"..."

Jiang Shiyan was very unwilling, Song Jinyi was right, why, he is obviously the star, Song Ling has always been around him.

Some people try their best to be born facing the sun, such as Song Ling, but some people are willing to grow in the gutter and let themselves rot, such as Jiang Shiyan.

For Lizhi Software Company, Zhao Dayu took on some large and small projects. Due to Song Ling’s health, Zhou Qingluo and Zhao Dayu applied to work at home. After all, the difficulty of the projects Zhao Dayu took on was a piece of cake for Song Ling. Well, the rest of the company is like a scumbag who has just finished writing the fill-in-the-blank questions and handed in the paper.

Probably out of the intuition of a master of technology, Zhao Dayu trusted Song Ling 100%, so he readily agreed.

Working from home gives free time. Under Zhou Qingluo's instigation, Song Ling took on some private work.

Song Ling didn't expect that he would have to work so hard while alive, and one day he would have to work part-time to earn money to treat his illness.

He wanted to be honest, but he was afraid that Zhou Qingluo would drive him out of the house, so he had to endure it.

He just wants Li Kanghe to quickly issue a recovery certificate for him, so that he can implement the next plan, marry Zhou Qingluo, transfer the property to him, and then drag off his vest and live a relaxed and happy life.

The two made money in silence, and then handed over all weekends to the psychiatrist.

But Zhou Qingluo didn't feel sorry for Qian. He was very happy to see Song Ling getting better day by day, and even calmly mentioned his past.

Before he knew it, Song Ling had been treated for a month.

He was too cooperative, taking medicine on time, and the speed at which his condition improved left Guan Minglang dumbfounded.

Guan Minglang even wondered if he had made a misjudgment before. Song Ling was not sick at all, but his situation was too bad, so bad that normal people could lose their humanity, so people thought he was just sick.

But when he saw Li Kanghe giving him hypnotherapy, he was immersed in a dream and suffering, and he was indeed a patient haunted by nightmares.

According to this speed, in half a year, this patient whose spiritual world is on the verge of shattering will not do any harm to society, and can completely walk out of the nightmare, let go of the past, and live like a normal person.

As long as there is no stimulation in this half year.

Guan Minglang couldn't wait to tell Zhou Qingluo the good news.

Zhou Qingluo was very happy after hearing that, Song Ling was really upbeat, he could recover in only half a year, it would really save him money.

Sure enough, she is the most sensible Xiaoman in the entire welfare home!

Zhou Qingluo asked Guan Minglang: "Then what can I do?"

"Praise him more, encourage him more, you think, a child who always fails the exam, finally passes the exam, needs encouragement and affirmation."

Zhou Qing Luo Maosai suddenly enlightened.

Rainbow farts, that happens to be his forte.

He has two specialties, one is painting, the other is sharp tongue, cursing and praising are actually the same skill.

If you change the words that fans praised him in the past with the same type, you can praise Song Ling for the rest of his life.

He is even better at chicken soup for the soul. When he was sick in the last world, he lived on chicken soup for the soul, such as "you must live strong", "as long as you live, there is hope", "tomorrow will be better" and so on. .

Anyway, I haven't read a thousand copies of these Chicken Soup for the Soul, but there are almost [-] copies.

Besides, now that the Internet is so developed, a random search will yield a lot of very reasonable answers.

Just search for 'how to encourage children with poor grades' on the small video platform, and there will be many answers.

What children most want to hear the three words from their mother——

【I am proud of you】

【I see your hard work】

【I also saw your progress】

Look, how reasonable it is.

Zhou Qingluo put away the phone in satisfaction, and nodded solemnly: "Okay, I will definitely give him encouragement and affirmation in time."

Guan Minglang: "The more the better."

When the two hit it off, Li Kanghe came out of the consulting room and called Guan Minglang to the office to communicate.

When Zhou Qingluo walked into the consultation room, Song Ling lay tiredly on the recliner, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

Zhou Qingluo took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

Song Ling opened his eyes, looked at the person in front of him, and then slowly said, "Qing Luo."

"how do you feel?"

"is acceptable."

"You're awesome! I'm so proud of you! I've seen your hard work! I've seen your progress!"

The corner of Song Ling's mouth twitched: "?"

"Today you have taken another small step forward, and if you accumulate it over time, it will be a big step. Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes, and victory is just around the corner."

Song Ling laughed dumbfounded: "What are you talking about?"

Zhou Qingluo grinned: "Chicken Soup for the Soul, encourage you, affirm you, do you still want to listen, I still have it."

Song Ling also laughed, raised his hand and rubbed his head, "Fool."

However, every time Song Ling received psychological treatment, he felt as if he had suffered a serious illness, his face was pale, as if his body had been hollowed out.

Getting out of the nightmare is not easy.

Song Ling always catches a cold when he rides his bike home after the treatment, and Song Ling caught cold twice this month.

Psychotherapy turns out to be an energy-intensive and physical endeavor.

Zhou Qingluo decided to use his small coffers to buy a scooter.

Zhou Shoulin's business is also getting better and better. Aunt Li went to the temple to ask a God of Wealth, and placed it at home for him.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, Zhou Qingluo threw down his half-eaten breakfast, worshiped the God of Wealth with a sense of ritual, and even put a stick of incense on it.

Song Ling looked at him blankly, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Qingluo worshiped three times devoutly and said: "I'm going to lose my money today, I hope the God of Wealth will bless me and make it back quickly."

"What do you want to spend?"

"I want to use my small coffers to buy a car."

"I'll pay, not your little coffers."

"Are you kidding? My name has to be written on the car. How can I ask you to pay for it?"

"I'm doing private work during this period, and the money is coming soon."

Song Ling showed Zhou Qingluo the outsourced software he made for a company. After completing the work in a week, the income was [-] yuan.

"Oh my god, I didn't expect programmers to make so much money!"

"That depends on what level of programmer you are."

Zhou Qingluo gave him a thumbs up, "I give you a thumbs up."

"Save your small treasury to buy a house, and just write my name when the time comes."

Zhou Qingluo chuckled, "It will be done."

Song Ling looked at Zhou Qingluo and smiled, and followed suit.

During this period of time, he was so happy and beautiful that it felt a little unreal.

After the two of them finished their meal, they went to the 4S store.

Zhou Qingluo took a mobile phone to compare the models in detail. This engine is better, and that gearbox is better. Ask Song Ling which one is better.

Song Ling: "Cars under 15 yuan are not bad. Choose a good-looking one."

Zhou Qingluo: "..." People who don't know how to live.

But when it comes to buying a car, Zhou Qingluo doesn't seem to be that good at living. At first he looked at Baojun, then he looked at Baolai, and now he looks at BMW. The more expensive he looks, the more expensive he looks.

It is said that when a man buys a car, he only wants to buy a car with a landing price of 15 yuan, but in the end he may buy a car with a down payment of 15 yuan.

Song Ling seemed to know a lot about cars. When he saw the model, he blurted out the parameters of the car, and even ruthlessly exposed the salesman's bragging rights.

The salesman in the 4S store talked eloquently at first, then gradually closed himself off, and finally had to smile awkwardly, "Sir, we are still recruiting here, and the sales champion is paid well. Are you coming?"

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Song Ling: "..."

Zhou Qingluo said in a low voice: "Keep a low profile and save some face for others."

Song Ling: "Understood."

But Song Ling didn't understand for three seconds, and started again.

The salesman gave up his pick, "Sir, you can see for yourself, call me if you want to sign the bill."

Zhou Qingluo looked at the back of the salesman, smiled and patted Song Ling on the shoulder, "It's amazing, with your skills, you will get rich sooner or later."

"What's the use of getting rich, it's only useful to marry a wife."

"..."

In the end, Zhou Qingluo's rationality overcame his emotions, and he left the BMW 4S shop reluctantly, "Let's take a look at Baolai."

Song Ling pulled him back: "If you like it, buy it, if you can afford it."

Zhou Qingluo said righteously, "Comrade Xiao Song, now is the time for struggle, not for enjoyment. We think about the long-term."

Song Ling dragged him back, "Qing Luo, buy it if you like it."

Zhou Qingluo looked back at the BMW car, reluctantly retracted his gaze, then glared at him bitterly, "Don't attack my willpower again! Let's go!"

Song Ling felt sore in his heart, feeling a little distressed.

"Qing Luo, I have money."

Before Zhou Qingluo could ask him a question, he heard a warm spring voice, "A Ling, are you coming to see the car too?"

The two of them heard the sound and looked over. Jiang Shiyan was standing not far away, smiling softly, his eyes bypassed Zhou Qingluo who was standing beside Song Ling, and fell directly on Song Ling.

Zhou Qingluo raised his eyebrows.

The gentle white moonlight began to shine again.

Accompanying him for one or two tricks is still a bit interesting, but Zhou Qingluo is a bit annoying when he always annoys him.

Song Ling frowned and glanced at Jiang Shiyan, not hiding the impatience in his eyes, clicked his tongue, and said to Zhou Qingluo in a low voice, "Why is this person so annoying."

Zhou Qingluo deliberately teased him, "We can still be friends after we break up. Many friends have many paths."

"No breakup."

"Huh? Didn't break up? Then you are on two boats now?"

"I mean, I haven't talked about it. How can we break up?"

Seeing Song Ling's impatient look, Zhou Qingluo smiled and said, "I'm just kidding you."

The two stood in the same place and went back and forth. Jiang Shiyan walked up to Song Ling, gently tugged Song Ling, and immediately let go, "I saw a car that was pretty good, should Ah Ling go and see it?"

Song Ling patted the place he grabbed in disgust, then turned to Zhou Qingluo and said, "Let's go."

Jiang Shiyan caught up and said innocently and sincerely: "Mr. Zhou, my car broke down, so I need to replace it with a new one, but I really don't understand cars, but A Ling is an expert in this field, I want him to Show me the performance, you don't mind."

Zhou Qingluo was more innocent than him: "Brother Ling is still an expert in this field, why didn't I know."

Song Ling: "..." Here it is again, just now who said that his ability will make him rich sooner or later?

Jiang Shiyan: "A Ling help me look at that car, well, I like that car, but I don't know how it performs."

Song Ling looked at Jiang Shiyan's fingers, and it was the one that Zhou Qingluo couldn't put down just now.

The salesperson said that this car was all imported, and except for the sample car, there was only the last one left in Qingling City.

He looked at Zhou Qingluo, and saw that his expression was as usual, without any disturbance, as if he had nothing to do with himself.

Song Ling laughed, "A professional analysis is required, right?"

Jiang Shiyan nodded with joy, his eyes twinkling like stars.

Song Ling: "The explanation fee is 10 yuan for [-] minutes."

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

Jiang Shiyan: "?"

Song Ling: "Negotiation is not acceptable."

Seeing Jiang Shiyan's bewildered expression and a little hesitation, Zhou Qingluo really wanted to blurt out, and Baqian would do.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Shiyan agreed, "Okay."

Although he smiled, his smile was a little stiff.

Zhou Qingluo was happy.

Song Ling saw a gleam of joy in his lifeless eyes, and he curled his lips indistinctly. He knew that there was only one way to make Zhou Qingluo happy, and that was to make money.

Song Ling called out the QR code for payment, "Pay five thousand first, and then start."

Jiang Shiyan couldn't hold back his smile anymore, he didn't know why Song Ling, who had spent a lot of money for him, became such a philistine.

His scanning hand was shaking a little.

Zhou Qingluo suppressed a smile and accompanied him all the way, without saying a word the whole time, watching Song Ling introduce him.

When the 10 minutes were up, Song Ling immediately shut up.

Jiang Shiyan: "That's great, I'll just buy this one."

Song Ling: "I bought it first."

Jiang Shiyan: "?"

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

The salesman couldn't bear it anymore, "Sir, you just looked here for a long time, and you just missed a test drive. Didn't you say that the budget is not enough? This car is not expensive, but it is not cheap, it costs more than 90."

Jiang Shiyan was stunned: "The budget is not enough?"

Then Jiang Shiyan came to his senses, didn't Zhou Qingluo know that Song Ling was actually rich?

It turned out that Song Ling didn't tell him everything.

Jiang Shiyan handed over his bank card: "Give it to him if he wants it, and I'll pay the bill, it's the same."

After Jiang Shiyan finished speaking, he glanced at Zhou Qingluo and raised his eyebrows lightly.

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

This Jiang Shiyan, why are there so many dramas, he always likes to make fun of himself.

But Song Ling couldn't be as calm as Zhou Qingluo.

He pampered Zhou Qingluo at the tip of his heart and held it in his palm. What are these two people?

Is it when he died?

Song Ling smiled coolly, handed his bank card to the salesperson, and held the phone screen in front of the salesperson, "The budget is not enough, but my wife is modest, why do you take it seriously?"

The salesperson counted the balance, and what the hell is the phone number!But the mobile phone number does not start with 7!

Song Ling: "We simply didn't want to buy it just now."

The salesman smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry sir, I made a mistake just now, please forgive me, do you want to buy it here?"

Song Ling looked at Jiang Shiyan with pity, "I bought a car for my wife, why do you want to pay for it?"

Jiang Shiyan's face suddenly turned black and white, and he stood awkwardly holding his bank card.

Zhou Qingluo laughed softly, "Song Ling, let's go."

I saw that Song Ling put away all his sharpness and hostility, and obediently walked to his side. The beast that was flying and domineering a moment ago, now crawled by his side, following him with a low eyebrow.

Zhou Qingluo is very happy. The treatment during this period is really useful. It seems that Song Ling has started to reason, and his face is obviously ugly. If he had the virtues before, he would have stretched out his hands to choke people's necks. Now he is learning how to be a gentleman. The reason is convincing.

Song Ling put his hands on his shoulders and walked out with his arms around him, "Do you like Ferrari? I'll buy it for you."

Zhou Qingluo looked back at Jiang Shiyan and smiled.

His smile was neither provocative nor sarcasm, nor a victor's bravado, but confidence in his strong magnetic field. As long as he waved, Song Ling would run towards him without hesitation.

He disdained to be jealous, he didn't take him seriously at all.

He seemed to be telling him calmly, brother, you really don't need to make fun of yourself.

Song Ling said that Zhou Qingluo is light.

Zhou Qingluo said that when Song Ling was with him, riding Emma was also happy.

They were all telling the truth, but it was too harsh, so he felt it was too false.

Zhou Qingluo was firm and powerful, like a star.

Jiang Shiyan faintly felt that he and Song Jinyi would not win.

The salesman asked Jiang Shiyan: "Sir, do you want to buy it?"

Jiang Shiyan said angrily, "I won't buy it!"

Sales: "..." What kind of bad luck did he have today!

Zhou Qingluo and Song Ling walked out of the 4S shop and ran into Zhang Chunming.

Zhang Chunming was very happy to see Song Ling. The last time he bought his house where he could see astronomy and street lights, he probably hadn't renovated it yet.

Such a big house still has two floors, and it costs 300 million yuan to decorate. He wants to introduce a decoration company to Song Ling. After all, business is not easy these days, and his friend's business still needs to be taken care of.

Zhang Chunming greeted enthusiastically: "Mr. Song! Buying a car!"

Song Ling raised his eyes at him, and said coldly, "I won't buy it."

After he finished speaking, he dragged Zhou Qingluo away in a hurry.

Zhou Qingluo frowned, "President Song, why are you walking so fast?"

"Oh, that guy sells auto insurance, and everyone he sees calls him the boss, so annoying."

"But how do I think he looks like Zhang Chunming, the boss of Qingshan Real Estate, the one who gives employees 30 year-end cash bonuses and is the most searched one."

"..."