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

Zhou Qingluo put away the phone silently, stood up and left, Song Ling looked at the cards, but grabbed Zhou Qingluo with his hand.

"where to?"

Zhou Qingluo smiled, "Go help my dad, you guys continue."

Song Ling let go.

Zhou Qingluo turned around and left.

Xiaoci immediately followed suit and stood up, "Qing Luo, I'll help you too."

As soon as she took a step forward, Zhou Qingluo smiled and waved her hands, "The kitchen is small, so there can't be so many people standing, so you are here."

Xiao Ci couldn't find a reason to take another step forward.

Some people are gentle and gentle, and everything they do is reasonable and decent, but they don't know when they just set up a barrier like this, and they can't cross it or touch it.

Just like now, he is obviously smiling, but he seems to be thousands of miles away from them.

And the three pigs who were playing cards didn't notice it at all.

Xiaoci called softly, "Three each."

Zhou Qingluo paused for a moment, and continued walking without looking back.

Xiaoci thought, it's over.

That's too late.

She looked at the three pig's trotters who were playing cards with hatred, and was so angry that she wanted to overturn their card table, but why should she, she didn't lie to him like them, he had arrived at the villa that day, she He also took him to visit the house of 'Jiao Zuo' in a serious manner.

Xiaoci sat back silently, and sighed deeply.

Zhou Qingluo calmly walked to Father Zhou to help him wash the vegetables.

Zhou Shoulin: "Why don't you play with them?"

Zhou Qingluo smiled, "I won't."

"What? Feeling bad? Are you unhappy?"

Zhou Qingluo paused while washing the vegetables, then shook his head, "No, I just have something to discuss with you."

"You said."

Zhou Shoulin was about to open a restaurant, saying that he would invite laid-off workers to help out in the restaurant, and he found a few like-minded friends, which can be regarded as the Sunset Red Senior Entrepreneurship Group.

But they all live far away.

Uncle Zhou, whose car broke down that day, lived the furthest away. He took his car to a 4S shop for inspection. There was also a problem with the engine. The whole car was suggested to be scrapped. He rode an electric car for an hour every day, and almost fell down last time.

Now that the weather is getting colder and colder, they are often busy until very late. If something happens, the loss outweighs the gain.

"Dad, aren't you planning to open a shop recently? Those uncles who came to help live far away. It's so cold that it's inconvenient to ride an electric car back and forth."

"Yeah, so I thought about renting a dormitory for them."

"It's not necessary to rent a dormitory so quickly. Uncle Zhou and Uncle Li live far away. If my room is tidied up, they can live in it. When your store's business improves, it won't be too late to rent a dormitory."

Zhou Shoulin looked at him suspiciously, "What about you and Xiao Song?"

Zhou Qingluo glanced outside, "Hush, keep your voice down."

Zhou Shoulin nodded.

"Song Ling is actually very rich, and he owns a villa. He came to live with us a while ago, mainly because the villa was being renovated. Now that the decoration is completed, he will live in it."

"Oh... what about you?"

"I live in Song Lingna."

Zhou Shoulin glared at him, his tone changed: "Qing Luo?"

Zhou Qingluo: "Dad, what are you thinking? It's fine for Song Ling to live with us, why can't I live with him? We can't help you here, he has a big place, and we don't have to share a room, there It’s also close to where I work, and I might be on a business trip soon, the company has taken on a big project, and asked me to go out and conceive the scene of the game, I guess I’ll be away for a long time, why is the house empty, let your friend live in.”

Zhou Shoulin felt that what Zhou Qingluo said made sense, so he instructed, "Then you two...you two..."

Zhou Shoulin held back for a long time, "Be more restrained."

Zhou Qingluo was taken aback, it turned out that Zhou Shoulin knew about it.

He smiled, "That's fine, Dad, I'll discuss it with Song Ling."

Zhou Shoulin: "Well, that's fine."

Zhou Qingluo pursed his lips, walked to Zhou Shoulin's side, leaned on him, and rubbed his head on next Zhou Shoulin's shoulder: "Dad, you have worked hard during this time."

At the poker table, Song Ling had won a lot of money, and Xiao Ci sat quietly, scrolling through Sange's Weibo, feeling very uncomfortable.

His Weibo is warm and funny between the lines, he is a very gentle and lovely person, he is not pretending to be a person, he is always like this.

She put away her phone, and was about to tell them not to lie to Zhou Qingluo anymore, when Zhou Qingluo walked out with a smile on her face, sat back beside Song Ling, and leaned gently towards him.

Song Ling adjusted his posture so that he could lean more comfortably, as if he was half hugging him.

Jiao Zuo: "Xiao Ci, come here, let me give you a hug too."

Xiao Ci rolled her eyes, "Go away."

Guan Minglang sighed slowly, "I'm single, I'm guilty."

Song Ling stuffed all the small money won on the table to Zhou Qingluo: "Here."

Zhou Qingluo was delighted: "I have won so much!"

Song Ling: "Are you amazing?"

Zhou Qingluo: "Amazing."

Jiao Zuo, the polished commander of the control group, was crying, "Xiao Ci, I have nothing for you."

Guan Minglang: "..."

The three of them continued to play cards, and Zhou Qingluo leaned into Song Ling's ear and whispered to him, "I need to discuss something with you."

Song Ling: "Well, tell me."

Jiao Zuo looked at the two of you and me, and couldn't stand it, "Okay, what's the matter between you two, you can't talk about it, you have to bite your ears, why show your affection?"

Song Ling looked at Jiao Zuo coldly, "Shut up," and immediately said to Zhou Qingluo in a soft voice, "Go on."

Jiao Zuo: "..."

Zhou Qingluo leaned close to his ear and whispered, "My dad wants to give the house to Uncle Zhou and the others as a dormitory. Let's move to your villa."

Song Ling just picked up the cards, and heard that all the cards in his hand were thrown down, and he couldn't control the volume, "You, what are you talking about? Who are you?"

Zhou Qingluo put on a face, and said a little embarrassedly: "Forget about the inconvenience, I will find a way..."

Before Zhou Qingluo finished speaking, Song Ling immediately interrupted him, "It's convenient!"

Zhou Qingluo smiled, "Okay."

Song Ling pursed her lips tightly, and finally couldn't hold back anymore, and laughed outright.

Jiao Zuo rubbed his arms vigorously, "What the hell are you two doing, look at my goosebumps."

Song Lingte said proudly, "Qing Luo is going to move to my house."

Jiao Zuo was a little confused, he never said the word 'my family' from Song Ling's mouth.

Song Ling had many houses, and when asked where he was, he always called the place by its name.

I am in Longwan Villa.

I am in Tianjing Mingdu.

He used to live in the Daping floor, where Jiang Shiyan often went, and he also said, I am in the scholarly mansion.

Never said 'I'm home' or 'Go to my house'.

Jiao Zuo subconsciously asked, "Where is your home?"

Everyone: "?"

Jiao Zuo: "I mean, which one is yours?"

Song Ling: "Longwan Villa."

Everyone froze for a moment, then yelled and wailed.

"Fuck!"

"Too cruel to a dog!"

"Dog thing! Are you still human!"

"It's good for Qingluo people, you'll eat them to death."

Zhou Qingluo's expression froze when he heard the words, and then he returned to normal, as if he was shy.

Only Xiao Ci saw his slightly startled expression just now.

Song Ling: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Xiao Ci glared at Jiao Zuo fiercely, "Stop talking."

Zhou Qingluo said with a smile: "We will move tomorrow, if anyone of you is free, you can come and help."

Jiao Zuo looked ambiguous, "Is it so fast?"

There was another booing.

Fortunately, Zhou Shoulin's meal was ready, and Guan Minglang was not abused for too long when he invited them to come over for dinner.

Zhou Shoulin cooked a table full of dishes, and greeted him warmly, "You can eat whatever you want, open your mouth, Xiaojiao, Xiaoci, Xiaoguan, you are welcome, but they are all home-cooked dishes, which are incomparable to what you usually eat."

Jiao Zuo: "Uncle Zhou cooks the best food in the world. After the restaurant opens, I come here to eat every day."

The atmosphere at the dinner table was very harmonious. During the period, Xiao Ci looked at Zhou Qingluo from time to time, only to see that he was talking and laughing as before, with his usual expression, and nothing was wrong.

Xiaoci hoped that she was overthinking, but she would never help them lie to Zhou Qingluo again in the future.

Zhou Shoulin quit after eating for a while, young people have something to talk about, "Eat slowly and talk slowly, I'll go for a walk after dinner."

As soon as Zhou Shoulin left, Jiao Zuo became excited, "Come here, let's have a drink, congratulations, Song Ling, we have a family and a house from now on, let's go."

Zhou Qingluo also poured a glass of wine, and Song Ling took it, "You can't drink."

After finishing speaking, he poured Zhou Qingluo a glass of orange juice.

Jiao Zuo wished he could poke his eyes.

In the past, when Zhou Qingluo blocked him from drinking, he watched with cold eyes, and he remained indifferent when everyone was drunk in the hospital.

Now the baby has to be like something.

Jiao Zuo: "Come, come, come, the second cup, I wish our Song Ling to burn with lust."

When Guan Minglang heard this, he burst out laughing.

Jiao Zuo: "A slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue, rebirth from the ashes, and finally a personal appearance."

Zhou Qingluo drank the orange juice silently, smiling all the time.

Jiao Zuo: "Finally, I wish the two of you will live together for a hundred years and grow old together forever."

Guan Minglang also stood up, "Song Ling is doing well this time, the main contributor is Qing Luo, I respect Qing Luo."

Zhou Qingluo: "Doctor Guan is polite."

Jiao Zuo: "That's right, that's right, Qing Luo has contributed a lot, and I respect Qing Luo."

Zhou Qingluo: "Mr. Jiao is polite."

Xiao Ci also stood up: "I also offer a toast to Qing Luo, and hope Qing Luo is happy."

Zhou Qingluo looked up at her, then smiled at her, "Thank you Xiaoci."

Zhou Qingluo poured a glass of wine, stood up and toasted Song Ling.

Jiao Zuo and Guan Minglang were slightly drunk, and the mobster asked them to drink a cup of wine.

Zhou Qingluo smiled, and said every word clearly and forcefully, "Song Ling, I hope you will be born facing the sun from now on, invincible, proud of the snow and frost, and radiant."

After Zhou Qingluo finished speaking, he lightly touched his wine glass and drank it all alone.

The atmosphere was noisy, and it was not until the night was dark and the stars were shining brightly that the cabin gradually fell silent.

Song Ling drank a little too much, lying on the bed staring at the ceiling in a daze.

He never thought that he could be happy too.

There are friends, there are lovers, and there will be no more nightmares.

But his Qing Luo seemed a little unhappy.

Quiet and well-behaved like a transparent person.

He turned over and Zhou Qingluo was lying on his side with his back facing him.

He got up, lifted Zhou Qingluo's quilt, and got in.

Zhou Qingluo's body froze for a moment, and then remained motionless.

Song Ling hugged him tightly, and buried his head in the crook of his neck. Qing Luo was not happy, so he stopped making trouble. Normally, he would push him away and scold him for being shameless.

"Qing Luo."

"Ok?"

"You were too quiet today."

"I'm a little tired."

"No."

"Because I've been worrying about your illness, now that you've suddenly recovered, I feel relieved all of a sudden, and I feel a little uncomfortable."

"You are not happy."

Zhou Qingluo remained silent, and after a long while, he admitted: "Well, I'm a little unhappy."

"why?"

"Because I haven't drawn for a long time, I obviously like drawing very much."

"Don't be unhappy, do whatever you want in the future."

Zhou Qingluo: "What if I want to leave you?"

Song Ling's heart skipped a beat.

I don't know if it's a delusion or drunkenness, Song Ling vaguely felt that the glass of wine that Qing Luo drank just now was a blessing and a farewell.

Song Ling: "Qing Luo, just thinking about you leaving me makes my heart ache. Don't leave me. I have always had nothing, but now I seem to have everything, you know."

"You are so good, you should be a god, but I have selfishness and lust for you. I am becoming more and more greedy."