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

Zhou Qingluo's provocation did not anger Song Ling. He stood on the ground and looked at him expressionlessly, silent.

Zhou Qingluo shook his head with a chuckle, buckled the sun visor, took out the key to start the electric car, and was about to leave.

At this time, Song Ling slowly reported his phone number, "188*****."

Zhou Qingluo let go of the accelerator, and lifted the sun visor he had just buckled up again. He turned to look at him, and asked incredulously, "How do you know my phone number?"

Song Ling raised his eyebrows, and took the opportunity to pull out his electric car key.

Zhou Qingluo: "Give it back to me!"

Song Ling played with the key in his hand, and answered his last question: "That day, you wrote down the phone number on a piece of paper and handed it to me."

While talking, Song Ling imitated his actions at that time.

Zhou Qingluo remembered how he chased Song Ling out of the Internet cafe that day, and felt a little embarrassed, and argued, "But I got it back."

"I never forget."

Zhou Qingluo gave him a thumbs up very perfunctorily.

"I'm lying to you. I went to your backstage for a while and asked for your number."

"..." Zhou Qingluo turned his head and rolled his eyes, and reached out to him: "Give me back the key, I still have things to do."

After Zhou Qingluo finished speaking, he realized that Song Ling's words contained too much information.

"Wait, you hacked our backstage? For my phone number?"

So, the person who kept the programmers of the platform busy all morning, and the deliverymen in the whole city idle all morning, did it for such a crap?

"It only took 10 minutes, and I found a huge loophole in your company by accident, leaving some evidence for your group of useless programmers." Song Ling shook the key in his hand, "You can accept the order, it seems to be fixed. "

Zhou Qingluo couldn't describe how he felt at this moment, he stared blankly at him, thinking that he is indeed a villain, and his thinking is really different from ordinary people.

Song Ling: "If you encounter a ruthless hacker, your security deposit has been transferred, rider information has been leaked, and the platform will soon go bankrupt."

"..."

"Zhou Qingluo, don't look at me like that, I'm an honest person."

Honest man?Zhou Qingluo couldn't help but sneered, and roared in his heart: Wake up!You are the one who will destroy the global information network in the future!

But all of this has nothing to do with him, Song Ling naturally has Bai Yueguang to save him, and the destruction of the global information network will not happen, as long as he does not become Song Ling's substitute.

Zhou Qingluo clasped his fists at him and smiled: "Then thank you this strong man, can you return the key to me?"

"Then help me send the snail noodles back to where I live."

"No delivery."

"I calculated the probability, ordered [-] takeaways, and it's your turn to deliver one. According to this probability and big data, you can earn up to [-] a day."

"Give me back the key." You are right that you are a hacker.

"You deliver this order for me, and I'll give you 1000 yuan."

"Wealth and honor cannot be promiscuous."

"Five thousand."

Zhou Qingluo was silent for a moment, put on a very professional smile, got out of the car and opened the takeaway box: "Where are you sending it?"

Song Ling raised his eyebrows, "Isn't it because you are rich that you can't be lewd?"

"That's not rich enough."

Song Ling: "..."

Zhou Qingluo called out the payment QR code and handed it to Song Ling, "Scan and I'll pay."

"I only support WeChat friend transfers here."

"You scan WeChat, and you can transfer money without adding friends."

"I set the program to only support friend transfers, and strangers can't transfer a penny."

Zhou Qingluo didn't know anything about computers, but it only took him 10 minutes to hack the backend of their platform, so it was reasonable to add such a setting to the transfer function.

Although Zhou Qingluo didn't want to have anything to do with Song Ling, but for 5000 yuan, he added Song Ling's WeChat graciously.

Song Ling suddenly wanted to laugh.

This man is quite interesting.

As soon as the two successfully added friends, Zhou Qingluo said, "Okay, you can make money now."

After Song Ling transferred the money, Zhou Qingluo smiled at him, "Boss is grand."

He suddenly realized that as long as the money is in place, everyone can become a sycophant.

As soon as Zhou Qingluo stepped on the electric car, Song Ling supported his shoulders and stepped on the electric car by himself. The back seat of the electric car sank.

Zhou Qingluo: "Increase fifty if you lead someone."

"make a deal."

Zhou Qingluo didn't hesitate, and set off after navigating on his mobile phone.

Song Ling tapped the smiling sunflower on Zhou Qingluo's WeChat profile picture, and put away the phone in satisfaction.

"Zhou Qingluo, if you dare to delete my WeChat, I will hack your phone and transfer all your money."

Zhou Qingluo is a painter, and he has a wild imagination. He couldn't help but imagine Song Ling's cartoon image at this time, a boy who spreads money with his teeth and claws.

Zhou Qingluo was amused by the picture in his brain, "Don't be like this, you are an honest person."

Song Ling glanced at the sunflower swaying left and right on Zhou Qingluo's helmet, and couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth, the arc was so slight that he didn't even notice it.

With twenty servings of snail noodles on his back, Zhou Qingluo felt like a manure picker.

However, Song Ling was more like a big dung picker. Twenty takeaway boxes of snail powder could not be filled, and Song Ling held two copies in each hand.

Zhou Qingluo glanced at Song Ling's face as black as the bottom of a pot from the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Fuck, it looks like he's picking shit."

Song Ling: "..."

Zhou Qingluo: "I didn't say you, I said me."

Song Ling's face darkened even more.

Fortunately, Song Ling's house was not too far away, and he reached his destination before he was fainted by the smoke.

Song Ling lived in a group of villas at the foot of Hongtong Mountain. In front of him was Yangliu Lake, a treasure land of geomantic omens surrounded by mountains and rivers.

The community was heavily guarded, and Zhou Qingluo was stopped outside the door just because of this smell.

The security guard was a young man, frowning and stopped him, "I'm sorry, you are not allowed to enter unless you are in this community."

Zhou Qingluo turned around and said to Song Ling, "Hey, you won't be allowed to enter, how many more trips can you make, and move in by yourself?"

Song Ling got out of the car with the snail powder, and glanced at the security guard lightly.

The security guard immediately greeted him with a smile: "So it's the Second Young Master Song, but the community stipulates..." The delivery staff are not allowed to enter.

Song Ling interrupted: "There is no such regulation in the community."

"..."

When Song Ling walked to the door, the door opened. He held the snail noodles, blocked the door with his body, and nodded to Zhou Qingluo, "Come in."

Zhou Qingluo looked at the security guard with a look of embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I used other people's money to do things for others."

After Zhou Qingluo finished speaking, he started the accelerator and drove into the community.

The security guard rolled his eyes wildly at the aftertaste of snail noodles. If the manager saw him let the delivery man into the community, he would be fined this month.

It was rumored in the community that the Second Young Master Song was not a normal person. It was true, he was far from his brother by a thousand miles, but it was a pity that Young Master Song was a sick child. It would be great if the two brothers could exchange their bodies.

Zhou Qingluo's electric car drove into the community, looked Song Ling up and down, and said in admiration, "It's amazing, you can open the gate of the community with your mind."

Zhou Qingluo's compliment was sincere. After all, Song Ling is a hacker, and God knows how many black technologies he has.

Song Ling looked at him speechlessly: "You can enter the neighborhood with your face."

Zhou Qingluo laughed, "Oh, I thought it was your black technology."

Song Ling looked at the smirking person, and gently twitched the corner of his mouth, "Zhou Qingluo, are you uneducated?"

"..." You are a tech boss, you are amazing.

The group of villas is very large, basically single-family villas, with European architectural style, and the greenery inside is like a garden. It is not so much a residential area as it is a beautiful private scenic spot.

Zhou Qingluo rode to a villa.

At first glance, Zhou Qingluo thought it was a royal palace, but it turned out that the villas in the same community also had Lou Wang.

The butler in uniform ran over to open the door, Zhou Qingluo walked in, and when the whole picture of the building was displayed, Zhou Qingluo was dumbfounded.

This is the fucking palace.

Zhou Qingluo: "Is this where you live?"

"Ah."

"Can I take a picture?"

As a qualified professional painter, how could Zhou Qingluo let go of any beautiful things, these are his sources of inspiration.

Song Ling was standing in front of him, but when he heard this, he silently moved away.

After Zhou Qingluo finished filming, he followed Song Ling into the door.

An aunt pinched her nose and frowned and said, "Second Young Master, I'm afraid the smell is too much for you and your wife."

Song Ling didn't even look at her, and entered the door carrying snail noodles. Zhou Qingluo also carried four copies in his hand, and followed Song Ling.

The exterior of this villa is resplendent and magnificent, and the interior is magnificent. A brick in someone else's home is equivalent to a suite in your home.

It is very suitable for middle-aged men and women dressed elegantly and luxuriously on the sofa as a whole.

The man's name is Song Zhaoguang, the chairman of Baomu Group and Song Ling's father, and the woman's name is Song Xuelian, the first daughter of Baomu Group and Song Zhaoguang's wife.

The two often appear in front of the media, and the husband and wife are deeply affectionate.

Song Ling walked up to the two of them and put the snail noodles on the tea table: "I bought breakfast for everyone."

Zhou Qingluo: "..." Xiongzi.

Song Xuelian clutched her nose and walked away. After two steps, she turned her head and said contemptuously, "As expected of father and son, we bring all kinds of rubbish home."

Song Zhaoguang immediately apologized and said, "Xuelian, go up and rest first."

Zhou Qingluo suddenly felt that it wasn't too much for Song Ling to put snail powder on her delicately made-up face.

After Song Zhaoguang smiled, he immediately turned dark, and rushed to Song Ling angrily, yelling, "What are you doing? You have to drive me to death, don't you?"

Song Ling sat down on the carpet, and slowly opened the lid of the snail noodles in front of him.

The lid of the cheap plastic package is covered with a layer of red chili oil, and the unique smell of sour bamboo shoots and sour cowpea is very strong.

Song Zhaoguang looked at Zhou Qingluo in a blink of an eye, and said with displeasure, "Take these things out."

Zhou Qingluo: "..." The father and son quarreling, it's none of his business.

Song Ling smiled mockingly, slowly opened the disposable cutlery bag, took out the disposable chopsticks, picked up the snail noodles, and looked at Song Zhaoguang with his eyelids raised.

"When you used to be a porter delivering goods to others, how dare you yell like that? Shouldn't you be making excuses like you did just now?"

Song Zhaoguang was furious, snatched Song Ling's chopsticks, broke them in two, "Song Ling, I warn you, don't be as ignorant as that bitch your mother."

Unmoved, Song Ling took apart a pair of disposable chopsticks, and lazily said: "The woman who married into the family made a fortune, and even forgot that she had worked as a porter before, thanks to her surname Song, otherwise the children would have to take the woman's surname." .”

Zhou Qingluo understood that Song Ling asked him to come over to deliver food today, purely to annoy his father on purpose.

He couldn't help admiring Song Ling's ability to express himself in words. With just a few words, he wiped out Song Zhaoguang's old background. This yin and yang tone was full of sarcasm.

Song Zhaoguang got a leather whip from somewhere, looked at Song Ling as if looking at something unlucky, and raised the whip.

The sound of the whip slicing through the air was very intimidating.

Zhou Qingluo: "Hey, what are you doing, domestic violence."

Song Zhaoguang was so angry that he didn't bother to maintain his handsome appearance in front of others, "None of your business! Get lost!"

"Do you know about domestic violence, you are so arrogant, do the police know?"

When Song Zhaoguang was distracted, Song Ling looked up at him with cold eyes, and said mockingly, "You hit me."

Song Zhaoguang was so angry that his face was flushed, his whole body trembled, his hands stopped on the spot, and finally he threw the whip to the ground in despair.

The last time he hit Song Ling, he didn't fight back. Instead, he hacked the company's financial system and sent the account to the tax bureau, causing the company to pay hundreds of millions in taxes.

Song Ling is a rebellious person, his eyes are more cruel than a wolf cub, he is a lunatic who does not recognize his relatives.

At Jiang Shiyan's school entrance banquet that day, Song Ling went to spoil the situation, admitting that he was a perverted homosexual, and humiliated him. If he dared to eat snail noodles to affect Song Jinyi's blood transfusion, he would beat the bastard to death.

Zhou Qingluo didn't expect that even if he delivered a takeaway, he would see a bloody drama of family ethics.

He put down the last bowl of takeaway, and when he was about to leave, he glanced at Song Ling.

He lowered his head, his eyes were gloomy, and there was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, like a ravaged beast, who was about to stand up and fight back in the next moment, rushing to bite the enemy's throat.

He suddenly raised his head and stared straight at Song Zhaoguang, the smile on his lips disappeared.

Song Zhaoguang paused, then took a step back subconsciously. Although his behavior was timid, his momentum remained undiminished. He gritted his teeth and cursed: "Bastard, try eating this thing today."

Song Ling suddenly laughed, "A child of a beast is a beast, isn't it?"

Zhou Qingluo: "..." That's enough, do you treat him as a transparent person?Just expose the grievances of the wealthy so brazenly?Aren't you afraid that he will tell reporters?

Zhou Qingluo couldn't stand it any longer. Although Song Ling wasn't much better, this Song Zhaoguang was really nothing.

He tugged on Song Ling's arm: "Go, I'll take you to eat authentic snail noodles."

He glanced at Song Zhaoguang contemptuously, and said, "The takeaway noodles are all soaked, so they don't taste good."