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

Song Ling never thought that Zhang Chunming would be on the trending searches.

These days, things like giving year-end bonuses to employees in cash can also become a hot search...

real or fake?

Could it be that Zhou Qingluo was testing him?

Song Ling quietly observed Zhou Qingluo's expression. There was no joke in Zhou Qingluo's eyes, just ordinary questions, as if he really questioned whether the person who came was the real estate agent Zhang Chunming.

Song Ling didn't change his face, "Which trending search, let me take a look?"

Zhou Qingluo glanced at him, pursed his lips, turned on his phone to search for Zhang Chunming, and handed it to Song Ling.

Sure enough, Zhang Chunming was on the hot search not long ago. He used cash to give out year-end bonuses, just like selling fruit. The money was placed in a stall with a plastic bag hanging beside it.

Zhou Qingluo poked his head over and asked, "Is that person just now Zhang Chunming?"

When Song Ling wanted to kiss Zhou Qingluo, various things would bother her.

For example, if there is a call, someone is coming, anyway, he can't let him get what he wants, he hates the destroyer of this atmosphere.

But now, in the open space in front of the huge 4S store, there was not a single person who came to spoil the atmosphere!

Where have all the people gone? Is business so difficult now?

Zhou Qingluo looked at him quietly, still waiting for his answer.

Song Ling nodded, "Yes."

Zhou Qingluo asked with a smile: "What did you show the salesman just now, and he immediately changed his attitude."

Song Ling confessed honestly, "My savings."

Zhou Qingluo smiled, "That's right, you told me you have savings."

Zhou Qingluo didn't ask any more questions, and walked forward silently.

Song Ling: "Qing Luo, don't be angry, I didn't mean to lie to you."

Zhou Qingluo stopped, raised his eyes and looked at him, "What did you lie to me?"

"I lied to you to move out of the Song family and have no place to live."

"Then when will you move out?"

Song Ling's breath was stagnant.

Zhou Qingluo looked serious, it didn't look like he was joking, it seemed that Hun had already returned home, packed his luggage neatly, and threw it all out in a short while.

Song Ling: "If you don't move, marry a chicken and follow the chicken, marry a dog and follow the dog, a golden nest and a silver nest are not as good as a dog's nest, do you know why, because there are wives in the dog's nest."

Zhou Qingluo was not amused, but glanced at him indifferently, and walked forward in silence.

Song Ling stood quietly on the spot for a while, followed him immediately, put his arm around his shoulder, and asked cautiously, "Don't you ask how many there are?"

Zhou Qingluo walked silently.

Zhou Qingluo didn't know if this was considered angry, so he thought it was a little funny, but he couldn't laugh.

When Song Ling handed the phone to the salesman just now, the salesman was unconsciously counting points with his hands behind his back.

Zhou Qingluo looked at the salesperson's expression with great interest, counting back and forth twice with one palm was not enough, it was as long as a mobile phone number.

After counting, the salesman was dumbfounded, and then changed his face.

Song Ling said that he wanted to take Jiang Shiyan to live in another place after he graduated.

Jiang Shiyan is also a pampered young master, if Song Ling doesn't have enough capital, how dare he promise to take him away.

On the night of Jiang Shiyan's school banquet, the Juliet roses brought by Song Ling cost millions.

Song Ling also said that rich people use other people's hands to make money for themselves.

Song Ling is so talented, why can't he make money?

Why did I feel absurdly that Song Ling had always spent money from the Song family.

It was my own preconceived ideas, seeing him helpless too many times, and thinking of him too pitifully.

Guan Minglang once said that Song Ling was a patient, and he had an overly dependent emotion on Jiang Shiyan, just like he is now.

Guan Minglang also said that he doesn't want them to start dating now, if something happens, it will be bad for his condition.

Everyone around Song Ling knew that Song Ling was lying to him, but he was the only one who didn't.

Therefore, a person with a mobile phone number as long as the balance, squeezes a small room with him, rides an electric car, goes to the wholesale market, and sees him buying underwear, and the boss will give him a night light.

I also went to paint wall paintings with him dirtyly, went to work with him, and took private jobs to earn money.

Song Ling is immersed in experiencing the present, experiencing a life he has never encountered before, but he is seriously calculating the future.

It's absurd.

Zhou Qingluo walked into a cage, thinking that he was sober in the world.

It's because I understand too one-sidedly and think too much about myself.

Guan Minglang is right, now is not a good time for them to fall in love.

The relationship between the two is too unequal, Song Ling's experience is too rough, he will magnify the kindness of ordinary people, and now everything about him is new, strange, attractive, and warm to Song Ling.

But if he recovers from his illness in the future, he is handsome, rich, and capable. He will definitely appear in the crowd and become the most dazzling person. He will be liked by many people and receive a lot of goodwill. The world is getting better and better for him.

Song Ling's future may not be what he thought, only firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea.

And he is just an ordinary painter, even if he can have a place in his own field like in the last world, he is just a little rich, living a carefree life, he is an ordinary person who cannot be more ordinary.

If Song Ling already had flowers and applause at this time, and was still so attached to him, then he would have no hesitation.

But if he has everything, will he still be.

Does he like him now, or just needs him, can Song Ling tell the difference?

When you are sick, you can still have a balance that you can't count twice on your palm. If you recover from the illness, you must be a person who can shine at any time.

Zhou Qingluo smiled, lowered his eyes and replied, "Your savings will be able to afford that car."

Zhou Qingluo's silence made Song Ling flustered. He quickly took his hand and clasped his fingers tightly, as if he was afraid that someone would run away, and tightly clasped his hand.

Zhou Qingluo smiled, "What are you doing so tightly, it hurts."

Song Ling: "I'm afraid you'll run away."

Zhou Qingluo broke away from him, "Where can I go, let me go, two big men holding hands in broad daylight, it's weird."

As soon as he let go of his hand, Song Ling's heart immediately felt empty, and his hand immediately climbed onto his shoulder again, pulling him into his arms.

"Qing Luo, don't be angry."

Zhou Qingluo sighed, "I'm not angry."

Having been with Zhou Qingluo for so long, Song Ling had never seen Zhou Qingluo angry.

He speaks eloquently, and sometimes he will hate the world, but he always smiles when he comes home, as if those bad emotions have never entered his heart.

He stands there forever, firm and warm like the sun.

Even in the month when he disappeared, even if his eyes were red, he could tell him gently, don't run around anymore, he didn't know where to look for it.

He once told Zhou Shoulin that just because Qing Luo was soft-hearted, he couldn't ignore Qing Luo's emotions.

And all along, the person who didn't care about Zhou Qingluo's emotions was himself.

But at this moment Song Ling really felt that Zhou Qingluo was angry.

Song Ling pulled him into his arms and hugged him tightly.

If it was a normal day, Zhou Qingluo would be embarrassed, put his hand on his chest, and smiled and asked him to let go in a low voice.

If he doesn't let go, he will bury his face in his chest, trying to hide his blushing face, and then scold him in a low voice for being shameless.

The whole person is vivid and vivid.

But now there is a lot of traffic and the street is full of noise, but the person in his arms is silent and indifferent.

"Qing Luo, don't be angry, okay? I was wrong, but I don't know how to apologize, can you teach me?"

Zhou Qingluo moved a little.

"I like you so much. I'm afraid to tell you that I'm rich and I have a place to live. You will drive me away. Don't drive me away. You said you would take me with you wherever you go."

Just as Zhou Qingluo wanted to break free, Song Ling's hand tightened and held him tighter.

"Have you ever thought that one day, you may not need me to take you everywhere, and you can go by yourself."

"Then I'll take you with me, okay? Don't be angry, Qing Luo, I love you so much. If you don't like that I have money, I'll donate it all later."

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

"Do you know that every day I want to pinch you smaller and hide you in my pocket so that only I can see it."

Song Ling let go of him, grabbed his shoulders, and lowered his head to kiss his lips.

I don't know who passed by and whistled.

Zhou Qingluo quickly pushed him away, frowned and stared at him, "Are you still shameless?"

Song Ling laughed, "But the pinch is too small, and it can't be like this or that."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo didn't know why the atmosphere became like this, so he sighed helplessly, "Song Ling, can you be more serious."

"I love you, don't drive me away, it's my fault for lying to you, but it's not my fault for being rich, and I never thought that money is so easy to earn."

Then he heard a gentle male voice calling him, "A Ling."

Zhou Qingluo turned his head, and Jiang Shiyan was standing not far away looking at them, with a pitiful forced smile on his face.

Zhou Qingluo subconsciously pushed Song Ling away. Unexpectedly, Song Ling turned him behind him like he was playing with a spinning top.

"I didn't mean anything just now. I just thought you liked this car, so I thought of buying it for you directly." He laughed at himself and said in a low voice, "I always thought it was before, sorry."

Listening to this little white flower's speech, Zhou Qingluo's toes curled up in embarrassment. The level of this speech is too good. Although the word "before" was clicked to the end, it was repeated a thousand times, which aroused people's daydream.

But he is so devoted to the performance, he can't steal the show.

After all, this is the stage for the two of them, and he is the audience.

This play was just for him to watch.

Zhou Qingluo came out from behind Song Ling and stood behind him, with the mentality of watching a play, watching how Song Ling would accept the play.

Unexpectedly, Song Ling didn't think of a long time ago, but 10 minutes ago.

"By the way, you still have 5000 yuan for the explanation."

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

Jiang Shiyan: "?"

Song Ling took out his mobile phone from his pocket, called up the QR code, "Pay."

With a froze face, he transferred the money to Song Ling, and the painstaking drama he had carefully prepared seemed to be turned into a satirical comedy.

But he was not reconciled, and asked in a low voice: "A Ling, you call him wife, are you married?"

"Yes, it's over."

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

Jiang Shiyan smiled poignantly, "Is the wedding going to be held? You must invite me to attend."

Song Ling: "No."

Jiang Shiyan looked innocent, "Why?"

Zhou Qingluo committed the embarrassing problem again, he was so embarrassed that his whole scalp fell off, but Jiang Shiyan still maintained Xiao Bailian's persona.

Song Ling was very impatient and didn't want to be perfunctory. He looked at Zhou Qingluo, and was about to take Zhou Qingluo and leave.

Zhou Qingluo also imitated Jiang Shiyan, raised his head and tilted his head and asked innocently: "Yes, why?"

Song Ling: "???"

Song Ling: "..."

Jiang Shiyan: "..."

Zhou Qingluo was stunned, then turned into a jealous husband, and said the most magnanimous words in the most aggrieved tone, "Mr. Jiang, don't be angry, Ah Ling may be afraid that you will appear at the wedding scene, and you will not be able to control yourself..."

Zhou Qingluo didn't continue, biting his lips while wringing his fingers, he looked aggrieved that Song Ling couldn't help running towards Jiang Shiyan at the wedding scene, and he was at a loss on the stage with a bouquet of flowers alone.

Song Ling's face seemed to have been numbed, and he withdrew from the stage with a blank face.

The two film kings are competing for beauty, so he can use it as a prop with peace of mind.

Jiang Shiyan was also speechless. What he wanted to say from Song Ling's mouth came out of Zhou Qingluo's mouth, and what he wanted to say from Zhou Qingluo's mouth came out of Song Ling's mouth.

Jiang Shiyan twitched the corner of his mouth, "No, Ah Ling is not such a person, you have to trust him."

Zhou Qingluo nodded gratefully: "Yeah, thank you for your enlightenment."

Jiang Shiyan: "..." God damn it.

Jiang Shiyan couldn't continue acting, and just about to withdraw from the stage, Zhou Qingluo refused to let him exit.

"I haven't spent much time with A Ling, and I don't know him very well. Let's make an appointment to have a good chat. I will treat you to dinner, and you can give me some suggestions and opinions, okay?"

Song Ling: "?" Now we should have a good chat, who are they?

Jiang Shiyan: "?"

Zhou Qingluo: "It's better to hit the sun than to choose a date. Just tonight, let's go to the restaurant that you and Song Ling used to love, okay?"

Song Ling took a small step forward, and just about to say, "What are you talking to him about?" Zhou Qingluo glanced at him, and he immediately shut his mouth, retracting the foot that had just been stretched out, with an aggrieved expression on his face. Standing, daring to be angry but not speaking, with a look of unwillingness.

Jiang Shiyan was startled.

He had never seen such a vivid and rich expression on Song Ling's face. Song Ling had listened to him before, but it was like a machine executing instructions, without any expression or emotion.

Jiang Shiyan was looking at Song Ling in a daze, and Song Ling was looking at Zhou Qingluo with unwillingness and doubt.

Zhou Qingluo smiled, "Okay, seven o'clock in the evening." Then he put on a disappointed expression and asked Jiang Shiyan, "Which restaurant did you and A Ling like to go to before? A Ling never told me Yes."

Jiang Shiyan: "Nuo Yi Steak, the one in the west of the city."

Zhou Qingluo smiled with eyebrows and eyes crooked, with a sincere face: "Okay, see you soon."

Jiang Shiyan: "..."

After Zhou Qingluo finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Jiang Shiyan laughed speechlessly.

What the fuck is this all about?

What kind of weirdness is this person?

Could it be that like Song Ling, he is also a mentally ill psychopath.

Absolutely.

As soon as Zhou Qingluo left, Song Ling looked at him with a cold face, said harsh words, and threatened in a low voice: "If you dare to make things difficult for him, I will make you look good."

Jiang Shiyan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You figured it out, he took the initiative to ask me to have dinner together."

Song Ling took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, and said calmly: "I don't know why you came back when you went abroad well. If you want to control me again and make me listen to the Song family, then you will die." Don't worry, I think you saved me before, I would like to advise you again, stay away from the Song family, don't believe the big cake Song Jinyi drew for you, go back to study hard, and do something you like to do."

Jiang Shiyan was not reconciled, "A Ling, if I said I like you, but I didn't know it before, after I went abroad, I thought about coming back every day, it's not..."

Song Ling interrupted him impatiently: "Then don't worry about it, I love him very much."

Jiang Shiyan stood where he was, silent.

Song Ling said calmly again: "The life before was really bad, you should come out earlier, if you have obsessions, see a psychiatrist, don't bother me anymore, and don't deliberately say strange things in front of Qing Luo. "

After Song Ling finished speaking, he immediately chased after Zhou Qingluo, walked obediently beside Zhou Qingluo, raised his hand behind him a few times, but still didn't dare to wrap his arms around his shoulders.

When Song Ling said "I love him", the corners of his mouth curled up, as if he had acquired some incredible skill, acquired some incredible treasure, and was proudly announcing and showing off.

Song Ling has really changed, before he was a cold robot, without emotion, without warmth, he looked at everything like a stone, extremely indifferent.

Now, he saw some kindness and gentleness in Song Ling's eyes. People who were once at odds with the world would soften their hearts.

He seems to have slowly integrated into this world, and began to accept it, alive with flesh and blood.