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

Zhou Qingluo ignored Jiang Shiyan who was so scolded that he was stunned and unable to react, and left after taking a look at him indifferently.

Zhou Qingluo didn't tell him that the bag of documents was the last day the cafe closed. Cui Zi cried for a long time while holding it, and finally threw it in the Oath Cafe.

Looking at the exquisitely packaged matcha mousse cake and the documents in his hand, Jiang Shiyan felt uncomfortable.

Jiang Shiyan didn't dare to open these files at all, he was used to avoiding them, and kept thinking about waiting, it would be fine after a while.

There will always be a day when the Song family won't be so powerful, and the Jiang family doesn't need to look at their faces, it will be fine by then.

Unexpectedly, the Song family is like a big tree, and it has become more and more luxuriant over the years, and it is almost covering the sky.

Song Jinyi is a person with a very high IQ. He uses his unparalleled talent and talent to manipulate everything, takes advantage of the selfishness and greed of human nature, and tries to use power and money to wipe out the conscience in human nature.

For so many years, he has indeed succeeded time and time again. For so many years, no one dared to mention or ask about Song Ling.

This time, he lured him with a 50% stake in Baomu.

He was moved.

But Song Ling has changed, he is no longer just a tool, he began to have his own ideas and views, goals and desires, faith and persistence.

Those things that Song Jinyi has been desperately trying to deprive for so many years, he got back one by one.

Before he went abroad, Song Ling told him that people don't just eat the weak and the strong, and if you haven't seen it, it doesn't mean you don't have it. Everyone has the right to live with a smile.

He said that the previous life was too bad, so come out early and do something you like.

Yeah, the old life was really bad.

Jiang Shiyan sat down and opened the file bag. They were all screenshots of online chats, which were printed out with words on them.

Jiang Shiyan recognized it as Cui Zi's handwriting.

The first one is when he used the pseudonym [Oath] to draw on the post bar, and someone left a message under his post.

[Little Purple Potato]: The matcha mousse cake made by my mother is delicious, but no one buys it. She is very sad. My father just divorced her. How can I comfort her?

Below is his reply.

[Oath]: Where is your mother's shop?

[Little Purple Potato]: On the West Street of City A, the only cake shop.

The photo also has handwriting:

[My male god is a gentle and kind person. 】

Jiang Shiyan recognized it as Cui Zi's handwriting.

The second one is the Weibo that he once posted. He took a photo of the main entrance of the cake shop and included a location.

【The matcha mousse cake at the only cake shop is delicious】

The tone was blunt, not at all like his habit of tweeting.

He was 16 years old that year, and Song Ling was 13 years old. Song Ling said: "There is a cake shop that has a very delicious matcha mousse cake. Let me buy it for you."

Song Ling bought it back, he ate it, Song Ling pestered him to post a Weibo.

Jiang Shiyan didn't dare to turn back, but self-abuse usually turns back one by one, some are the covers of his new comics, some are screenshots on his Weibo, each of which Cui Zi will seriously write what is in his heart.

[My male god has signed with Xingchen.com!So happy, my little treasure will finally be known by many, many people!come on! ! 】

[My male god is published!He also has a rich fan, ahhh!A lot of people like him!come on! 】

[My male god will never plagiarize, never will, come on! 】

[My male god has finally become a great god, and my treasure has finally shone, come on! 】

[He seems to be in love, and the partner is also a man, shhh, best wishes!come on! 】

……

The last one was an A4 paper with only a few words scribbled on it.

[Wait for him to apologize, come on. 】

The thick information has witnessed a girl's growth, and the lines between the lines have changed from youthful and ignorant to mature and rational. The only thing that remains the same is that there are two words [come on] in every sentence.

Jiang Shiyan hurriedly surfed the Internet, went to Weibo and Tieba to search for [Little Purple Potato], but unfortunately he couldn't find anything, and he was completely logged out.

Jiang Shiyan sat there blankly, these manuscripts and notes were like a mirror, clearly reflecting his cowardice and ugliness, these sincere words turned into countless mouths, mocking him vigorously, leaving him nowhere to escape .

But such a self has been loved sincerely and warmly, and he has spent his entire youth with a girl.

But he didn't know anything.

Song Ling was right, his life was really too bad.

The Jiang family, the Song family, cyberbullying, schoolwork, etc., disturbed him every day, making him unable to sleep peacefully, haunted by nightmares, and he was really annoyed to death.

There are so many ways to go, because of my cowardice and evasion, lack of assertiveness and principles, being manipulated by my parents, being manipulated by the Song family, I was forced to take the most disgusting one.

At this time Song Ling sent him a message, asking him if he said something that shouldn't be said.

He laughed and sent him the recording just now.

His mind was blank, his eyes were blank, and when he closed his eyes, he felt relieved.

Just let him sleep well.

When Zhou Qingluo got into the car, Song Ling didn't look at him directly, but glanced at him with a dark face.

A look ready to do something.

Zhou Qingluo asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Song Ling: "Why did you take so long?"

Zhou Qingluo glanced at the phone, he and Jiang Shiyan chatted for less than 15 minutes, "It's only a quarter of an hour."

"A quarter of an hour is not enough? How long do you want to chat?"

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

Zhou Qingluo frowned, and looked at Song Ling suspiciously, "Have you taken gunpowder?"

Song Ling: "We've been chatting for so long, and we're still not allowed to talk about it."

Zhou Qingluo: "Why are you so angry for no reason? You are so angry that you have speech problems."

Song Ling: "..."

Zhou Qingluo thought about the messages that Song Ling sent just now, why was he thinking about how to quarrel with him, and after the quarrel, kiss him crazy...

Seeing that some people almost wrote the words "Hurry up and fight with me" on their faces, Zhou Qingluo understood, maybe he had thought of some weird idea again, and it was in the experimental stage.

Zhou Qingluo glanced at him speechlessly: "The relationship won't heat up after the quarrel, don't try it."

Song Ling froze for a moment, then said with a dull face, "I'm just angry."

"Then tell me what makes you angry."

Song Ling: "..."

Zhou Qingluo leaned over and quickly kissed him on the face, "Okay, no matter what you are angry with, don't be angry."

Song Ling suppressed the corners of his mouth that had been about to rise, and pretended to be indifferent, "You're sending the beggar."

"..." Do you want to do things, do you want to act?

Zhou Qingluo rolled his eyeballs, then with a bitter face, he let out a long sigh, "Hey."

Song Ling involuntarily straightened his back.

Why did Zhou Qingluo sigh?

Didn't he already warn Jiang Shiyan, don't say what you shouldn't say? Could it be that Jiang Shiyan has already said something that shouldn't be said?

Song Ling: "Why are you sighing?"

Zhou Qingluo pretended to be sad, "I'm sorry."

Song Ling: "?"

"I don't know you as well as Mr. Jiang, and I feel inferior."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo couldn't continue acting. In order not to reveal his secrets, he had no choice but to cover his face with his hands, leaning on the co-pilot, aggrieved: "I'm not good enough, I don't know you enough, it's all my fault."

Song Ling frowned, and immediately sent a text message to Jiang Shiyan.

【Did you say something you shouldn't have said? 】

He received Jiang Shiyan's WeChat friend application.

[Verification Information]: Send you evidence.

Song Ling nodded to accept.

Jiang Shiyan immediately sent him a 15-minute audio.

[Oath]: Evidence.

Song Ling glanced at Zhou Qingluo, who was silent at the side, and took the initiative to take a step back, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I'll take you to eat."

Zhou Qingluo was heartbroken: "I don't deserve it, I don't deserve you to treat me well."

Song Ling: "..."

Zhou Qingluo: "Don't talk, let me repent for a while."

Song Ling put on the bluetooth headset, and started listening to the recording at double speed while he was confessing.

From "Song Ling is not here, let's stop pretending" to "the alcohol lamp that warms up love", Song Ling has never heard a word that has something to do with the reaction of some people at this moment.

Song Ling put away his mobile phone, took off the bluetooth headset, looked at some people who were covering their faces and confessed, and smiled.

It seems that today's fight can become quarrelsome.

Song Ling: "Since you don't know me, why don't you want to know me better?"

Zhou Qingluo froze, put down his hands covering his face, and looked at Song Ling in a daze.

Song Lingzheng had a stinky face, feeling very upset.

Song Ling: "If you treat me with care, it's impossible not to understand me."

Zhou Qingluo's paralyzed body slowly sat up straight, unable to understand the direction of this strange plot.

Is this acting, or is it real?

Did he poke a sensitive little switch somewhere in him?

Song Ling gradually entered the scene, "Why are you so careless towards me? Do you think I'm not worthy of your care?"

Zhou Qingluo: "..." You're fucking talking jingle.

Song Ling smiled self-deprecatingly: "So it's not that you are unworthy, but that I am unworthy."

Looking at Song Ling, who was possessed by Ziwei and Erkang in turn, Zhou Qingluo shut himself in place.

After a while, he gave Song Ling a thumbs up, "You deserve to die."

"No, I'm not worthy."

"You deserve it."

"I do not deserve."

Zhou Qingluo couldn't bear it anymore, he wished he could slap him on the face, "I'm yuck!"

Song Ling was silent for a while, then said with difficulty: "You deserve it, but I don't."

Zhou Qing Luo went numb, paralyzed on the co-pilot, Ziwei and Erkang were arguing in his mind, Yiping and Shuhuan also came to join in the fun, Ke Yun and Erhao also played, the scene was very big, but very unnutritious, but it was always [-]% annoying.

At this time, someone knocked on the car window.

Song Ling rolled down the car window, and someone came to ask: "Sir, you've been halfway out of the car for almost 8 minutes. Are you going? If you go, I'll stop at your place."

Song Ling drove out of the car and wandered aimlessly on the street. Zhou Qingluo didn't speak, just sat in the car and looked out the window.

This fake quarrel became a real quarrel, and Zhou Qingluo seemed to be really angry.

Jiao Zuo said, if you can't quarrel, then fuck it, but he has quarreled now.

Fuck after a fight?

Is it a bit inappropriate?If you win a fight and beat him up, isn't that taking advantage of people too much?

According to Jiao Zuo's instruction, Zhou Qingluo should be scolding him angrily, but he couldn't get angry, so he blocked his mouth with the method of shutting up first, and then did this and that.

But it seemed to be the other way around. He had overplayed his hand just now, and he actually won the quarrel.

But why didn't Zhou Qingluo get angry and stop his chattering mouth with the method of shutting up first.

Can't figure it out.

Song Ling: "I was wrong, don't be angry, where to eat?"

Zhou Qingluo's yin and yang were strange, "If you don't eat, you're full."

"If you don't eat, then I'll go directly to the hotel to get a room."

Zhou Qingluo stood up, "What did you say?"

"Go to the hotel to get a room, do some things that include 800 nights, and I will give you a smooth ride."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo really didn't understand why Song Ling was so capable, no matter what it was, he could always find ways to think about it at the end of the chat.

Isn't this kind of thing a matter of letting nature take its course? How can it be said on the spur of the moment?

Zhou Qingluo rubbed his stomach and said quickly, "A new Michelin restaurant opened in the west of the city, go there to eat, you have money, you treat."

The car drove slowly, and an ambulance roared by.

Song Ling stepped on the brakes and let the ambulance go first.

At this time, Jiao Zuo called him.

"How about it?"

"You're done so soon?"

"It's been more than half an hour! Hurry up, sir! How is your side?"

"I can't finish in an hour."

"...The first time you know seconds, you just pretend to be aggressive."

Song Ling hung up the phone, turned around and asked, "Qing Luo, when can you let me get to know you better?"

Zhou Qingluo: "How do you want to get a deeper understanding?"

"Intensive understanding on the physical level."

Zhou Qingluo's breathing stagnated, and then his whole body's energy and blood moved, and he blushed immediately.

"Song Ling, what nonsense are you thinking about all day long?"

"There are more messy and nasty things, do you want to hear them? For example, drive the car to the suburbs, park it on a remote side of the road, close the windows tightly, and put you in the back seat..."

"you shut up."

The car just arrived at the underground parking lot of the restaurant. Song Ling loosened his seat belt, leaned over, and pressed the button with a click, and the co-pilot's seat immediately fell straight back.

Zhou Qingluo suddenly changed from sitting to lying down.

He was just about to sit up straight, but Song Ling bullied him. Before he could react, the two of them were already nose to nose, breathing intertwined.

Song Ling turned his head, kissed his earlobe, and whispered in his ear, "You know how to shut me up."

"Song Ling..."

Song Ling kissed from the ear to the cheek, the tip of the nose, the corner of the mouth, and the chin, avoiding his mouth.

"Don't tell me to shut up, so I'll continue talking, press you in the back seat, then kiss your lips, wrap around your tongue, and of course my hands can't be idle, holding your hottest place..."

Zhou Qingluo blushed with embarrassment, and just wanted him to shut up.

As soon as he raised his head, he blocked Song Ling's chattering mouth.

Those words that made people's eyes blush and heartbeat finally stopped, but the ears were clean, but the body was not clean. Those words that made people blush and heartbeat were carried out verbatim by some people.

"Qing Luo chose a good car with a lot of space."

Now he just wants Li Kanghe to quickly issue him a recovery certificate, and when he gets married, Zhou Qingluo can't help but say no.