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

During dinner time, in the underground parking lot of a Michelin restaurant, cars kept pouring in and out, and many cars circled around looking for parking spaces.

The black Land Rover hadn't turned off, but the driver's seat was empty, and no one saw it. In the small co-pilot, the lovers who loved each other deeply were kissing passionately.

Zhou Qingluo was very nervous. The sounds of driving and closing the car door outside, the sound of the car starting, the sound of turning off the engine, and the sound of tires rubbing against the floor were all very clear. This sneaky feeling made him feel ashamed, but also very exciting , Want to refuse, but can't help falling.

The more nervous he was, the more excited Song Ling seemed to be, the more involved he was.

Song Ling clasped his belt with his hand, and with a click, the belt fell off.

The smooth and cold metal touched his waist, making him numb all over, and he couldn't help trembling.

Song Ling picked the buttons on his trousers with his fingers, bit his ear and asked in a low voice, "Wife, do you want it?"

Zhou Qingluo had no sense at all, and seemed to have been pushed to the edge of a cliff by him, so he could only hug him tightly and beg for mercy.

Song Ling pressed on him, holding his face in one hand, and kissed it inch by inch, while the other hand grabbed the zipper protruding towards him, "Qing Luo, I must do it in front of the mirror in the future, so you can see it too. How charming you are."

Zhou Qingluo was conservative and shy, but he couldn't help himself. With his blushing face, moles at the end of his eyes, blurred eye waves and clenched lower lip, this look of involuntary obsession for him hooked his soul and wanted him life.

Someone walked towards the car, and then there was the sound of the car on the left unlocking.

Zhou Qingluo became more sober, and with the remaining rationality, he grabbed Song Ling's hand that was protruding downward, "Song Ling, don't, this is outside."

Song Ling's eyes were deep and his breath was hot, "Qing Luo, I can't take it anymore."

"There are people here."

"Don't be afraid, they won't see it."

"After getting out of the car and shaking, they will see it. Let's talk about it when we go home, okay?"

How can Song Ling control so much, the arrow is on the string, ready to go.

But it was not only Zhou Qingluo who killed him, but also the female driver who parked on their left.

Although she can't see it, she can touch it.

Just as Song Ling sank down, the Land Rover suddenly swayed, followed by the sound of brakes from the car next door.

Afterwards, the car swayed again, and at this moment, a suspicious and innocent female voice came, "Husband, did I bump into something?"

Another male voice who gave up his life without love came, "Honey, it's okay, maybe I just rubbed back and forth twice with the Land Rover next door with the license plate number Ling A22222."

The woman turned pale with shock, "What should I do? Should I retreat again?"

She asked, just asking, because the Land Rover wobbled again.

The woman's voice was crying: "It's over, it's over, it's over again, what should I do? How much will I pay for this?"

The man's voice was confused, "Honey, it's okay, you just dawdled and didn't do anything."

Song Ling: "..."

Zhou Qingluo woke up completely, quickly pushed Song Ling away, and said in a low voice, "Get up."

Song Ling got up with an Italian cannon on his shoulder with a dark face.

Zhou Qingluo got up quickly, tidied his clothes frantically, and pressed the window of the car.

The cold air came in from the car window, blowing away the ambiguous atmosphere in the car. Zhou Qingluo took a few deep breaths, and the hormone level in his body gradually returned to normal.

Zhou Qingluo glanced at Song Ling. His hormones were still abnormal, so he said, "Calm down, I'll go down and have a look."

Zhou Qingluo opened the door and got out of the car. The female driver was startled when she saw it, "Ah, there is someone in the Land Rover. I saw that there was no one just now."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

The woman shrank her shoulders, "Sorry, I rubbed against your car."

It was a young couple who rubbed against their car, driving a Volkswagen Bora.

The man was sitting in the back seat with the child in his arms. Seeing Zhou Qingluo get out of the car, he opened the door and got out, laughing with him, "I'm sorry buddy, the first day my daughter-in-law got her driver's license, you see, it's public or private."

After all, it wasn't his car, and Zhou Qingluo couldn't make the decision, so he knocked on Song Ling's car window, "Are you okay? Come down and see how it is done?"

Song Ling had a stinky face, "It's not going to get better."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

The man thought he had run into someone extorting money, so he smiled warily, "Dude, just rubbed back and forth, why didn't it get better?"

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Song Ling raised his eyes and gave the man a cold look.

The man was a little apprehensive. After all, the Land Rover owner's eyes were like a wolf's, with cold white skin. Coupled with the tattoo on his neck, he looked gloomy, like a social man who had seen the world.

The man said politely: "Well, come down and see how much we should pay."

Song Ling closed the car window expressionlessly, started the car, turned the steering wheel a little to the right, then backed up and left their car.

Song Ling pushed the door and got out of the car. After taking a look, the paint next to the headlights was scratched and deformed.

Song Ling raised his eyelids, looked up and down the young couple expressionlessly, and then blinked at the little boy in the man's arms.

The little boy bit his finger, looked at him blankly, and suddenly burst into tears with a loud 'wow'.

The man quickly took a step back, hugged the child tighter, looked at him vigilantly, and softly coaxed the child, "Daddy is here, don't be afraid."

Song Ling curled his lips slightly, but quickly returned to his indifferent look, "You should drive with the children."

After he finished speaking, he put Zhou Qingluo on the shoulder, turned around and left.

A woman's voice of thanks came from behind, "Thank you. I'm sorry."

After walking away, Zhou Qingluo asked, "Aren't they going to pay?"

Song Ling: "That man's whole body costs less than 500 yuan, can he afford it?"

"How do you know it's less than five hundred? Do you have a QR code scanning gun from the supermarket? You'll know everything with just one scan."

Song Ling raised his hand and pinched next Zhou Qingluo's cheek, "Don't you know where I carry a gun?"

Zhou Qingluo broke away from him with a smile, "Rogue."

Song Ling stretched out his hand to grab him, pulled him back into his arms, and squeezed his waist, "What did you say? Say it again?"

Zhou Qingluo turned his head, quickly kissed his cheek, and whispered in his ear: "I said, my Mr. Song is becoming more and more gentle and kind, and more and more attractive."

During this period of time, Song Ling actively cooperated with the doctor as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and took medicine and treatment on time. The speed of improvement made Guan Minglang and Li Kanghe dumbfounded. It felt like a vegetable who had been paralyzed for ten years suddenly stood up to participate in the marathon and won champion.

In the office, Guan Minglang looked at Song Ling's case and couldn't help doubting his professional level: "Teacher, he didn't pretend to be sick before, did he?"

Li Kanghe smiled without saying a word.

Guan Minglang swears, "This is a fucking medical miracle, can I apply for the Guinness Book of World Records?"

Li Kanghe: "Don't underestimate people's belief in survival and willpower, besides, Song Ling himself is also the kind of person with relatively strong willpower."

Guan Minglang agrees with this point, if there is no extraordinary willpower, how could Song Ling survive until now.

Guan Minglang suddenly thought of Song Jinyi.

He asked Li Kanghe: "Teacher, do you still remember Song Jinyi?"

Li Kanghe sighed, "Why don't you remember?"

"Has he ever seen you as a doctor?"

Li Kanghe was silent, and after a while he said helplessly, "No, he has no faith, no willpower to survive."

When Song Jinyi was mentioned, Guan Minglang saw that he was unhappy, so he changed the subject, "Teacher, Chengdong has opened your favorite Cantonese cuisine. I will treat you to dinner this afternoon."

Li Kanghe sorted out the cases and handed them to Guan Minglang, "I still have patients in the afternoon."

"Teacher, didn't you say you won't accept patients?"

Li Kanghe said with a smile, "That kid found me on his own initiative."

Guan Minglang smiled without saying a word. Li Kanghe had been a doctor all his life. He was a benevolent doctor, and he couldn't help but help those who offered to ask for help.

Li Kanghe's bag was placed on the table, and some information leaked out. Guan Minglang inadvertently glanced at the information exposed in Li Kanghe's bag, and was taken aback.

He saw Jiang Shiyan's name.

Guan Minglang looked away, pretending he didn't see anything, "Teacher, when did that patient find you?"

Li Kanghe: "On the day of the first snow, call me overnight and ask me to save him. I recognize him. He is a student of our medical school at University A."

Guan Minglang probed and asked, "Who is it?"

Li Kanghe pushed his head, "What about your work ethic?"

"Is academic research okay?"

"No."

"Then you can always tell me how his condition is. After all, he is an alumnus, so please take care of him."

Li Kanghe nodded with a smile, "The recovery is not bad, and I am slowly learning to face it."

Guan Minglang packed up his things, "It's time, and I've gone to see the patient."

As soon as the two went out, they ran into Song Ling who was blocking the door.

Seeing Song Ling being so active, Guan Minglang somehow thought of the top student who was the first one to come to school for self-study every morning.

Guan Minglang was a little annoyed, before he coaxed and tricked him into calling him to see a doctor, but he didn't even look him in the face, but now he wished he could come several times a day, and get cured immediately tomorrow.

Song Ling asked: "Doctor, when will I recover?"

Guan Minglang: "..." Sure enough.

Li Kanghe: "What are you in such a hurry for?"

Song Ling: "Of course I'm anxious."

Li Kanghe: "No matter how anxious you are, you have to follow the steps step by step, step by step, go, and go to the treatment room."

Guan Minglang followed slowly, and lazily said, "I know what he is anxious about."

Li Kanghe: "What to do in a hurry."

Guan Minglang: "Get married in a hurry."

Li Kanghe smiled cheerfully: "There's no need to rush it. It's a good thing to want to get married. It's better to get married in a healthy and healthy way. This is the young man who is responsible for the other half."

Song Ling immediately stopped worrying, "Okay then, let's wait."

Guan Minglang clicked his tongue, and said with contempt on his face: "...Song Ling, can you be more reserved? Are you a marriage fanatic?"

Song Ling let out a haughty breath from his nostrils, "Are you jealous?"

Guan Minglang: "..." Love is really something that makes the parties sweet and makes others sour.

However, most things are done sooner rather than later.

Song Ling would never have imagined that as soon as he entered the consultation room, Zhang Chunming also walked into the family waiting area and ran into Zhou Qingluo.

Zhang Chunming's daughter suffers from depression and has been recovering for several years. He still takes her for regular check-ups.

The wife went in with the child, and Zhang Chunming was waiting outside.

Zhang Chunming has been in the business world for many years. Although he has no culture, but with his open mouth and honest character, he has done well.

When he saw Zhou Qingluo, he took the initiative to strike up a chat.

Zhang Chunming took the initiative to reach out to him, "Young man, aren't you the young man who went to see the car with Mr. Song last time?"

Zhou Qingluo shook him back, "Hi, you are Mr. Zhang Chunming, the real estate developer."

Zhang Chunming said cheerfully, "I'm not a real estate agent, I'm just a contractor helping a real estate company sell houses."

Zhou Qingluo said politely: "Boss Zhang is being modest."

"The owner of that BMW 4S shop is my friend. He wanted to give Mr. Song a discount, but he didn't expect him to buy it."

Zhou Qingluo recalled the situation that day, and Song Ling seemed to say that Zhang Chunming was selling auto insurance.

Zhou Qingluo explained: "Oh, I have something to do that day, so I left first."

Zhang Chunming has been around for so many years, so of course he knows the principle that like attracts like and divides into groups. Someone who can get so close to Song Ling must be unusual.

Zhang Chunming: "You two are good friends, right?"

Zhou Qingluo nodded: "Yes, good friend."

Zhang Chunming enthusiastically handed him his business card, "If you want to buy a house or a car in the future, you can come to me, and I will definitely find you the most cost-effective house and car."

Zhou Qingluo took it with both hands, looked at it seriously, put it away with a smile to show politeness, "Thank you, I have read some news, Mr. Zhang really has a good eye."

I read some news about Zhang Chunming, such as giving year-end bonuses to employees in cash in plastic bags, a BMW as a reward for sales champions, 5200 yuan red envelopes for employees’ weddings, 6666 for employees who give birth to girls, and 2333 yuan for employees who give birth to boys, etc. .

Zhou Qingluo didn't dislike him, but felt that he was very down-to-earth, and he was one of the few conscientious bosses.

Zhang Chunming is a self-acquaintance, sitting awkwardly for an hour is better than chatting casually.

Small talk, as long as it is a compliment, you can't go wrong.

"If you say you have foresight, your friend Mr. Song is the one with foresight."

Hearing Song Ling mentioned by outsiders, Zhou Qingluo became a little curious, wondering what Song Ling looked like in the eyes of others.

He asked with great interest: "How can he have a good eye, which can make Mr. Zhang praise you so much?"

Zhang Chunming: "You don't know this. About four or five years ago, the west of the city was still far away, and no one liked it. Look at how prosperous it is now. Back then, Mr. Song bought an entire three-story building and remodeled it. It has become a coffee shop, and it has a very popular comic theme, which is literary and artistic, and the business is very good, and it was resold a while ago, earning at least five times."

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

Looking at Zhou Qingluo's astonished expression, Zhang Chunming knew that his words aroused his interest.

Zhang Chunming: "There is also the Daping floor that was popular before. You know, there is a short video with 200 million likes. Many people say that the buyer missed it."

Zhou Qingluo pretended to be nonchalant and echoed: "Yes, I know about the Daping floor where the original landlord threw away a lot of valuable things."

"What are those things? Mr. Song was the one who really picked up the leaks. At that time, the building was almost unfinished due to the lack of cash flow, and the house couldn't be sold. Mr. Song bought this flat floor at that time. Later, the building was revived. Turned over to become the hottest real estate, some time ago Mr. Song changed hands and sold it, at least this amount has been doubled."

Zhou Qingluo stared at Zhang Chunming's open palm, and bit his back teeth with a chuckle.

Zhou Qingluo also chatted and laughed happily, "Mr. Zhang, is this just hearsay or solid evidence?"

"We all know these things in the industry. He just bought a penthouse from me some time ago. He said he wanted to see the astronomy and street lights. My staff said a romantic way, saying that he wanted to see the stars, the lights, and the fireworks. Hey , It’s only been a few months now, and each square has increased by more than 1000.”

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Zhang Chunming said with emotion: "In terms of economic acumen and investment thinking, no one in Qingling City can compare to Mr. Song."