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

Zhang Chunming's heart trembled a little.

Although Zhou Qingluo was smiling, his eyes became colder and colder. He was holding a ballpoint pen in his hand, and he kept clicking, as if he was typing some terrible password into a small book.

Is it too much to say?

But he was clearly praising the whole article.

Is there anything wrong with boasting?

Zhang Chunming couldn't figure out why, and just as he was about to change the subject, Zhou Qingluo stopped his small movements and said softly, "Go on."

Zhang Chunming suddenly felt what is called a gentle knife, although it was a soft-spoken sentence, Zhang Chunming felt as if someone held a knife around his neck and forced him to speak.

Maybe a person's aura is a mysterious and strange thing, and it can be contagious. At this time, Zhang Chunming can actually see a bit of Song Ling's gloomy aura from him, as if the ballpoint pen in his hand is drawing It hit his aorta in a second.

Song Ling used to hold a pen against the main artery of a person's neck, as if to prick or not.It's not like he hasn't seen it before.

"His penthouse villa is already being renovated, and it is estimated that he will be able to live in it in the spring."

"Any more?"

Zhang Chunming immediately shook his head: "It's gone." He didn't dare to say anything about choking someone's neck.

Zhou Qingluo: "Really gone?"

Zhang Chunming thought for a while, and this answer might not be rigorous, so he said: "Of course, Mr. Song's skills are more than that. I heard that he is also a leader in the stock market, but I don't know, and I dare not speak nonsense. gone."

As soon as Zhang Chunming finished speaking, his phone rang. As if he had received an amnesty, he signaled to Zhou Qingluo, then went outside to answer the phone, and never came back.

The waiting room fell silent, Zhou Qingluo's mind was empty, but his heart was in a mess.

What Zhang Chunming just said was too much information, he was a little confused, he didn't know how to react, so he had to sit blankly and let himself go.

It turned out that the coffee shop belonged to Song Ling, and the Daping floor also belonged to Song Ling. They were all related to Jiang Shiyan, and everyone knew about it except himself.

He is not a VIP customer of a coffee shop, but the boss, no wonder Cui Zi, who has always been vigorous and resolute, is respectful in front of him.

That big flat floor should be where he used to live.

Zhou Qingluo clicked on the video with millions of likes, and then went to Jiang Shiyan's Weibo. The grand piano in the video appeared countless times on Jiang Shiyan's Weibo.

The piano under the sun.

Afternoon piano.

Piano at sunset.

Piano late at night.

Everything is available.

Zhou Qingluo probably thought about the details of Song Ling and Jiang Shiyan's previous relationship.

The child Song Ling is a little pitiful, Jiang Shiyan's big brother is a big warm boy, and the little pitiful grew up behind the big warm boy, because the growing environment is too abnormal, the little pitiful has become morbidly dependent on the big warm boy.

So it is understandable to build a coffee shop and buy a flat floor. After all, these are within the scope of Boss Song's ability.

In order to bid farewell to the past, he sold all these things without hesitation, and he has nothing to worry about.

He can understand all these.

But what he didn't understand was that as long as Song Ling didn't want to tell, his friends around him would help him hide it unconditionally.

Just like Cui Zi, she knew that the coffee shop belonged to Song Ling, and Song Ling opened the back door for him, but she didn't say anything, it was a lie that the coffee shop needed painters because of his talent and talent for painting.

Just like Jiao Zuo and Guan Minglang, Song Ling pretended to be poor and lived in his house, but they didn't say a word, and cooperated with Song Ling to lie to him, talking nonsense with their eyes open.

Just like the last time Song Ling disappeared inexplicably for a month, he went to find them, and they all said that they couldn't contact him, maybe he did have some compelling reason to ask him to wait.

All the people are acting, only he is the only one who really feels it, and earnestly follows the steps.

Originally wanted to open a studio by himself, but chose to go to work to earn money for his medical treatment.

She wanted to live comfortably, but she worried about him over and over again, worried that he would be taken back by the Song family, worried that he would hurt herself if he lost control, and worried about whether his illness would recover and when.

So what did the people around Song Ling think of him?

As long as Song Ling wanted to lie to him, no one would tell him the truth.

That's right, Song Ling is lying to him, so what obligation does anyone else have to tell him the truth?

Zhou Qingluo felt it was ridiculous. He obviously tried to stay away from him at first, but now he revolves around him every day.

And now, Song Ling also bought a penthouse villa for himself, saying that he wanted to watch the stars and see the lights.

Is it the same as the mentality of building a whole coffee shop for Jiang Shiyan at that time?

He has never been involved in Song Ling's past, and he doesn't know the difference between Song Ling's treatment of Jiang Shiyan and his treatment.

In the end, he is just like a lifeline to Jiang Shiyan, relying endlessly on himself, or he really regards himself as a lover and wants to be with him.

Guan Minglang said that Song Ling was a patient, and it might be the same.

At that time, he could confidently tell Guan Minglang that it was different, but now he is a little uncertain.

Zhou Qingluo felt powerless, as lost as Song Ling was when he disappeared for a month.

He didn't like the feeling of being out of control, not at all.

It was too hasty for him to promise the two of them to be together.

Now he hoped that Song Ling's illness would get better soon, and he would make a quick end.

He was a bit bored, and just wanted to go out to get some air. Li Kanghe called him. Song Ling had finished his treatment and was still resting in the consulting room. He needed to communicate with him about Song Ling's condition and asked him to come to the office.

Zhou Qingluo persuaded himself to calm down, now is not the time to settle accounts with Song Ling, everything will be discussed after he recovers from his illness.

He packed up his mood and went to the office to find Li Kanghe.

Although Li Kanghe was a little tired, he was full of smiles, as if he had just completed a very successful major operation.

Li Kanghe smiled and beckoned him to come and sit, "Your friend has incredible willpower and belief, and you have a strong desire to survive."

Zhou Qingluo asked: "Then when will he recover?"

Li Kanghe smiled, "You asked the same question as him, are you also in a hurry to get married?"

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

"Song Ling can't wait for it to be better now. You two will go to get the certificate tomorrow. Are you too?"

Zhou Qingluo didn't know what Song Ling was talking nonsense in front of the doctor again, so he changed the subject, "That's not what I mean, I want to know when he will recover?"

·

Li Kanghe stopped joking, and talked to him about the business: "He has been treated for more than two months, just one course of treatment. According to the normal progress, he should need treatment for about a year, but he has performed well during this time. Actively cooperate, take medicine on time, and have firm willpower, the condition recovered very well. Some fears, such as darkness, grapes, whips and other childhood shadows, are basically not afraid now. The next step is to consolidate and recover. If you don’t get strongly stimulated and keep your mood at ease, there’s no big problem.”

Zhou Qingluo was a little confused when he heard that, "So is it all right or not?"

Lee Kang Ha: "To put it simply, the operation was successful, and the next step is the recovery stage."

Zhou Qingluo: "That's not completely good."

"...Understandable."

"Then how far is he from a normal person?"

Li Kanghe was happy, if there were more such interesting people in the world, there would be fewer people with psychological problems.

Li Kanghe thought for a while, "It's not too bad."

"How strong is that stimulation? What about normal quarrels, fights and breakups, okay?"

Li Kanghe was silent. Although this matter has nothing to do with his current clinical symptoms, Li Kanghe still persuaded him with the mentality of 'I would rather tear down a temple than ruin a marriage', "This is not good, he is still thinking about getting sick. Well, let's marry you now."

Zhou Qingluo: "You don't need to worry about it, just answer me, he can't stand it."

Li Kanghe: "..."

Of course Li Kanghe knows how hard it is to fall in love with a patient like Song Ling, and he needs to be given a lot of understanding and tolerance. Usually, there is nowhere to vent his small emotions and grievances, so he can only digest them by himself.

Many people started talking about going through the darkness with their partner, but in the end they completely depressed themselves.

Li Kanghe: "Looking at his belief in wanting to marry you, I'm afraid you won't be able to separate."

Zhou Qingluo: "I will work hard."

Li Kanghe was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "It's okay to flirt in a moderate amount, you can take care of yourself."

Zhou Qingluo also felt that this love affair was really bad, and he had to consult a psychiatrist if he could quarrel.

I'm cured, right?

It was so good that I was caught off guard by the crossing of joy and sorrow.

Now that he can bear it, let's have a sadomasochistic relationship with him, and clean up this big pig's hoof that has no serious mouth all day long.

Call him a liar.

Ask him to color Jiang Shiyan's ghostwriting.

Tell him to build a coffee shop for Jiang Shiyan.

Tell him to play missing.

Ask him to buy a flat floor for Jiang Shiyan, and sell it casually, without dealing with the contents for some money.

He didn't want to be hypocritical and argue with him, but this matter can't be left alone, after all, he and so many people lied to him together, Cui Zi, Jiao Zuo, Guan Minglang, Xiao Ci, none of them were innocent.

He and I want to see when Song Ling will take the initiative to confess to him about the Daping floor and the coffee shop.

Let's see how long they lie to him.

At this time, Li Kanghe's phone rang, and the nurse sent him a message saying that Song Ling was awake.

Li Kanghe: "Song Ling is awake, looking for you, let's go."

Zhou Qingluo walked into the treatment room, and Song Ling was still lying on the bed tired.

Guan Minglang told him that psychotherapy sometimes allows patients to imagine returning to the situation at that time, and then walk out with their own willpower, so that they can get rid of their demons.

Looking at Song Ling's drenched temples, Zhou Qingluo took out a tissue and quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead and temples.

Song Ling grabbed his hand, kissed his palm, and then pressed it tightly to his face, "Honey, you're here."

The little nurse coughed, "If the patient is rested, he can go."

After she finished speaking, she walked away.

Zhou Qingluo wanted to withdraw his hand, "Don't shout."

Song Ling ignored him, and rubbed his cheek against his palm, "Qing Luo, I just relived all the nightmares I had when I was a child."

Those dark, terrifying and gloomy dreams, those props that frightened him, and those aggressive villains all appeared in the dreams.

Zhou Qingluo moved his thumb to wipe off the sweat from his temples.

Song Ling pulled him into his arms and kissed him on the cheek.

"In the dream I was so tired from running, I couldn't get out no matter what, I couldn't find the exit, it was very dark around."

"But my Qing Luo is waiting for me outside, he is waiting for me to run out and marry him."

"Qing Luo, I ran out, I can love you like a normal person."

Song Ling said four sentences in one breath, looking triumphant, like a child asking for credit.

Zhou Qingluo was startled, "Are you sure you love me?"

Song Ling kissed his lips, "Why, do you want to do it yourself?"

Zhou Qingluo was happy from the bottom of his heart.

Only he himself knows how difficult it is for Song Ling to come to this day, and he can't say those cruel words anymore.

He smiled and patted him on the back, "Congratulations, you can live well in the future."

"You promised to be my wife, haven't you forgotten?"

Zhou Qingluo suddenly woke up.

If he didn't know about the coffee shop and Daping floor now, he would definitely be seduced by some people's sweet words.

As the saying goes, if a man is not ruthless, his position is unstable.

He broke away from Song Ling and stood up, looking at him coldly, "Okay, let's go home."

Song Ling was sensitive to the changes in Zhou Qingluo's mood, "I'm almost cured, are you unhappy?"

Zhou Qingluo nodded, "Happy."

"Then why don't you smile?"

"I'm happy in my heart."

"..."

Song Ling felt that Zhou Qingluo's mood was not right, and his face darkened, "You want to go back on your word? Zhou Qingluo, I advise you not to have this kind of dream."

Song Ling stood up and put his arms around Zhou Qingluo's shoulders. Zhou Qingluo shook off his hand without even thinking about it, even showing a little temper.

Usually Zhou Qingluo smiled and let him hug her, and occasionally leaned on him lightly, as if she was acting like a baby.

Song Ling liked this feeling very much.

But today he shook his hand away like an octopus.

After leaving the hospital and getting into the car, Zhou Qingluo still didn't say a word.

Song Ling started the car and glanced at him, "You have something on your mind."

"No."

"you're lying."

Zhou Qingluo turned his head and stared at him indifferently, Song Ling was not to be outdone, and kept looking at him.

Zhou Qingluo smiled, "What's wrong with lying, who doesn't lie, don't you lie?"

Song Ling froze on the spot, not knowing what was going on, but Zhou Qingluo held his gun and brought a cannon inexplicably, and talked to him in a tone that was offensive to others.

Song Ling shut up aggrievedly.

This is the treatment he received when he recovered from illness?

What about identity?What about status?What about the dignity of a man?

Song Ling was silent for a few seconds, then sighed helplessly, "Okay, I was wrong, Qing Luo, don't be angry."

Zhou Qingluo: "Where did you go wrong?"

"I was wrong everywhere."

Zhou Qingluo smiled silently and said nothing.

Song Ling patted the steering wheel depressedly, but unexpectedly honked the horn.

With a bang, it is especially abrupt on a road with well-ordered traffic.

At this time, Zhou Qingluo took out his mobile phone, turned up the volume, found the small video introducing Daping, and clicked on it.

Zhou Qingluo pretended to complain, "Why did you get this video again?"

Hearing Zhou Qingluo, who had been autistic all the way, suddenly speak, Song Ling immediately regained his energy, and quickly asked, "Which one?"

Zhou Qingluo pretended to be nonchalant and handed the phone to him, "That's it."

Song Ling took a look, his expression froze, then he looked away as if nothing had happened, coughed twice and remained silent.

Zhou Qingluo: "This blogger has also become an Internet celebrity because of this house. This house has really benefited many people."

Zhou Qingluo quietly observed Song Ling, just when the car was turning, Song Ling turned his head to look in the rearview mirror, Zhou Qingluo didn't see his expression.

Zhou Qingluo snorted coldly in his heart.

Don't tell me yet.

He picked up his mobile phone and called Lou Yang again, "Zhao Cheng and Li Lu's wedding, will you attend?"

Lou Yang at the other end was puzzled, "Didn't we make an appointment a long time ago? Let's go together, why do you still ask?"

Zhou Qingluo: "Yeah, I'll go too, let's go together then, is there anyone else going to the coffee shop?"

Zhou Qingluo deliberately bit down on the word "coffee shop", and looked at Song Ling distractedly.

Song Ling unconsciously let go of the accelerator, and due to inertia, Zhou Qingluo rushed forward.

Subsequently, the speed of the vehicle was stable without any abnormality.

Lou Yang: "Qing Luo? What's the matter with you? If you are threatened, just call Dad."

Zhou Qingluo: "Yeah, okay, it's okay, it's settled like this."

Zhou Qingluo hung up the phone and started chatting, "Zhao Cheng and Li Lu in the coffee shop vowed to get married, and he invited all the coffee shop employees. Everyone, are you going?"

Song Ling recalled, frowned, "He didn't tell me."

Zhou Qingluo pretended to think for two seconds, and suddenly realized: "Oh, I forgot, you are not an employee of the coffee shop, you are a VIP customer, not our colleague."

Song Ling let go of the accelerator again.

Zhou Qingluo put away his phone, waiting for Song Ling's confession in his heart.

With such an obvious hint, he should understand.

If Song Ling wanted to confess, he would definitely say so.

If Song Ling confessed, he could not care about anything, just love him and live a good life.

During this period, Song Ling remained silent.

Zhou Qingluo asked: "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Song Ling: "I told you that you didn't talk to me, but you said you would be my wife, did you talk to me?"

Zhou Qingluo: "..." Numb.

Afterwards, Zhou Qingluo kept his face expressionless and didn't say a word. As soon as he got home, he planted himself in the room and buried himself in painting.

All in all, not a good state.

Song Ling peeled oranges for him, but he didn't eat them; peeled apples for him, he didn't eat them, and he didn't eat pears either.

Song Ling couldn't stand the cold war, so he pulled him up from the chair and pushed him against the wall.

Being courteous doesn't work, so you have to be tough.

"Zhou Qingluo, what are you doing? You pretended to be gentle and lied to me to get on your boat, and now you finally showed your true colors?"

Zhou Qingluo looked indifferent: "Then you get off the boat."

Song Ling: "..."

It doesn't work if you come hard, it seems that you can only convince people with virtue.

After spending more than two months with a psychiatrist, Song Ling has some tricks to understand reason and move emotion.

He pulled a small bench and sat beside Zhou Qingluo, "Qingluo, what's on your mind, talk to me."

Seeing his persuasive appearance, Zhou Qingluo replied coldly: "No."

"You lied again!"

Zhou Qingluo paused holding the paintbrush, and looked up at Song Ling.

Song Ling: "I didn't mean to hurt you just now. What I mean is that you shouldn't keep things in your heart."

Song Ling felt that he could really get a business license for psychological counseling another day.

Zhou Qingluo said coldly: "Yes, I lied, don't you lie?"

Song Ling: "..." Here we go again.

Zhou Qingluo, "Huh? Didn't you lie? Recall carefully."

Song Ling silently shut up.

Zhou Qingluo laughed, it seems that Song Ling didn't intend to say it.

Zhou Qingluo didn't know why he insisted on asking Song Ling to confess to him. It didn't seem necessary, but it was very necessary.

Awkward and hypocritical.

But who likes to be lied to?Moreover, he was cheated by his boyfriend and his friends. They helped him hide everything about Jiang Shiyan.

Zhou Qingluo: "By the way, you are recovering from your illness now. My dad said that he would like to invite Xiaoci, Jiao Zuo and Dr. Guan to come to our house for a meal. He will be the cook, so he will cleanse you and celebrate your surviving this calamity. Begin to have a perfect life from now on.”

"Qing Luo, what on earth are you..."

Zhou Qingluo interrupted him: "Okay, don't bother me anymore, my manga is finishing up, it's stuck to death, I'm going to publish it after finishing it."

Knowing that Song Ling got rid of his psychological shadow, Jiao Zuo was so happy that he almost ascended to heaven, and hearing that he was able to go to Zhou Qingluo's house for dinner was a double blessing.

They bought good wine, good food, and gifts, and soon arrived at Zhou Qingluo's house.

Guan Minglang also brought a large bag of things over, and said cheerfully, "It feels like Chinese New Year, and only when I was a child did I have this kind of atmosphere."

Zhou Shoulin was also happy, and made arrangements for the food, "Sit down wherever you want, chat slowly, and I'll cook for you."

Jiao Zuo: "Thank you Uncle Zhou."

Zhou Shoulin was very nervous, and he didn't know much about this heart disease. He only knew that Song Ling suffered from it when he was a child. He didn't know what disease Song Ling had, but it was said that it was difficult to cure. Unexpectedly, he was cured so quickly.

Zhou Shoulin's living room was too small to accommodate so many people, so Zhou Shoulin built a sun room in the yard, and he put a table there, which was quite spacious, allowing them to chat, play cards and eat melon seeds.

Song Ling sat next to Zhou Qingluo, wishing that his whole body could be attached to Zhou Qingluo's body.

Everyone was having fun, except for Zhou Qingluo who kept laughing and remained silent, as if holding back some big move.

Originally, they were going to play mahjong, but Zhou Qingluo and Xiaoci were not very good at it, so the other three would fight the landlord.

Song Ling has a good mind and knows how to memorize cards, and he almost abused them both.

Jiao Zuo wailed, "I don't like playing cards with this guy, it's shameful to memorize cards, I'm speechless."

Song Ling snorted disdainfully: "Is there someone covering your eyes to prevent you from remembering?"

Guan Minglang was studying the cards, "No, I should have played this way just now, and he won't be able to run away."

The three were chatting lively, Zhou Qingluo chatted with Xiaoci while scrolling through Zhao Cheng and Li Lu's circle of friends.

"Look, Xiaoci, they took a wedding photo in the style of ancient manga, it looks good."

Xiao Ci leaned over, "Wow, they look good, who are they?"

Zhou Qingluo said casually: "Oh, it turned out that the colleagues of the Oath Cafe, Zhao Cheng and Li Lu."

The three people who were playing cards were stunned at the same time, as if the air suddenly froze, but after half a second, they returned to normal.

Even Xiaoci froze.

Zhou Qingluo pretended not to see it, and continued: "I was quite happy in the oath cafe at the time, and everyone had a good relationship, so he invited us."

Xiao Ci smiled awkwardly, "Really."

Zhou Qingluo asked casually, "When are you and Jiao Zuo?"

Hearing this, Jiao Zuo immediately proposed, "Xiao Ci, when will you marry me?"

Xiao Ci: "Shut up, you."

Zhou Qingluo continued to swipe his phone as if nothing had happened. This time he didn't swipe Moments, but swiped short videos.

He followed Daping floor bloggers, and Daping floor bloggers updated the video, showing the full smart home appliances of the house.

Zhou Qingluo showed it to Xiaoci again, "Have you brushed him before?"

Xiao Ci nodded, "I've done it."

Zhou Qingluo said nonchalantly again: "The winner in life, bought a big flat, and became a new Internet celebrity."

Everyone was silent again, and then pretended nothing had happened.

But Xiao Ci inexplicably felt uncomfortable.

For some reason, she felt that Sange seemed a little sad to him.

No, it's sad.