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Chapter 85 It turns out that this is the feeling of being deceived...

Song Ling stayed for two seconds, "Resign?"

This was the second emotion that Zhao Dayu saw on Song Ling's face besides disdain, as if he had been stabbed by a blunt knife, and he hadn't realized where it hurt.

Zhao Dayu: "Well, it's just these two days."

Song Ling heard the words, turned around and left, Zhao Dayu watched the 5000 million floated in and just floated away.

Zhao Dayu followed Song Ling's back with his eyes: "It turns out that there is only Song Ling, who is rich and talented, between me and my dream."

He asked Lou Yang: "Do you know what happened between them?"

Everyone looked at Lou Yang expectantly.

Lou Yang shook his head, "I don't know."

"The day Qing Luo came to resign, I saw you chatted for a long time in the coffee shop downstairs."

Lou Yang was silent for a while, and then slowly said: "Qing Luo usually doesn't talk about his personal affairs very much."

Even though Lou Yang kept telling him about how he likes Cui Zi, Zhou Qingluo always listened quietly and gave him advice from time to time, but when he mentioned his own affairs, he would just laugh it off and say a few simple words Just took it.

That day, he only talked about his future plans. He said that he would go to many places to paint wall paintings, and he would paint all the mottled and dilapidated walls.

It's all planning for the future, not a word about the past.

Like a man without a past.

But how could Lou Yang know that he is indeed a person without a past.

Lou Yang asked, "Are you going alone?"

Zhou Qingluo froze for a moment, then nodded.

"Then what about Song Ling?"

Zhou Qingluo was taken aback for a moment, lowered his eyelashes, and said in a low voice, "We may not be suitable right now."

This was the first time that Zhou Qingluo had talked to him about a personal relationship.

He is optimistic and cheerful, gentle enough to make people comfortable, and has a sharp tongue, which can make people doubt life, but he is also self-closing, it seems that he can laugh everything off, and he doesn't know what he cares about.

Qing Luo seemed to only listen, not talk.

It's not to exclude people deliberately, but it's like it's never been done, no.

Lou Yang feels that if Qing Luo is an artist, his works must be full of emotion and soul-stirring, perhaps this is his unique way of confiding.

Song Ling went downstairs and called Zhou Qingluo, but the phone was still turned off and he couldn't get through.

When he returned to the villa, he found that it was empty. The suitcase and schoolbag that Zhou Qingluo had brought were gone, not even the cup for brushing teeth.

The only thing he touched here was the aluminum foil cooler bag left over from breakfast this morning.

Song Ling's limbs were numb, his head was empty, his heart was beating, and his soul was being taken away.

He is not stupid, Zhou Qingluo's anomalies are all connected in series.

When he said he was leaving him that night, he wasn't joking, it was planning.

He kept calling Zhou Qingluo's phone, and it kept showing that the phone was off, but he still had a glimmer of hope, after all, it hadn't been two hours and the plane hadn't landed yet.

The plane landed, and Qing Luo would definitely call.

He was holding the phone, pacing back and forth, as if it had been a long time, looking down at the phone, only 1 minute had passed.

He was impatient to wait any longer.

He threw away the phone, turned on the computer, clicked on the official website of Qingling International Airport, stared at the interface, put his hands on the keyboard, and breathed heavily.

In just 2 minutes, he knew where Qing Luo had gone, and then he could follow.

He pursed his lips, fluttered his fingers, and typed a line of code.

Then he couldn't control it anymore, and the codes rushed out from his fingertips, clamoring to fight like thousands of troops.

However, Qingling International Airport is still in order, unaware that the huge network system has been surrounded by enemies coming along the optical fiber. In an instant, they fell apart and fell apart.

Song Ling's fingers were hanging above the Enter key, his breathing was short, and his fingertips were trembling.

Qing Luo said, don’t think about hacking the airport’s network system. If someone breaks the law, he wants him to obey the law and be a good person.

But as long as 2 minutes, Qing Luo will not know, no one will know, the airport network will only be paralyzed for 2 minutes, after 2 minutes, everything will be as usual.

All he wanted to know now was where Zhou Qingluo had gone and what the rest of the world had to do with him.

He just wanted to find Zhou Qingluo now.

Ke Qingluo said that he was required to abide by the law.

He wanted to find Zhou Qingluo.

But Zhou Qingluo refused to let him follow.

Song Ling stared at the flight announcements scrolling on the webpage, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his face became paler, but his lips became more colorful.

He has never had a psychological struggle, he has always done what he wants, and two forces are pulling in his heart.

Knock it down, and Qing Luo's itinerary will come out, no one will find him, no one will find him.

But after finding Qing Luo, how to tell him?

Qing Luo didn't let him hack the website casually.

At this time, with a bang, the sunflower doll that had been stuck to the computer case fell off, and Gululu rolled to the ground.

Song Ling moved, his empty eyes slowly focused, and he blinked, looking at the sunflower doll that fell to the ground.

It was lying flat, but it smiled at him with a big face, silly.

Song Ling stared at him for a moment, then withdrew his hand on the keyboard, bent down to pick him up, and held him in his hand to play with.

Song Ling looked at it quietly, and with a flick of his finger, his big head immediately stood up.

As soon as it stopped, he dialed it immediately, and it struggled to swing again.

Like Qing Luo struggling in his arms, laughing and scolding him for being shameless.

Song Ling's body, which had always been straight, gradually relaxed, and he fiddled with the sunflower in his hand.

He breathed more steadily, leaning on the chair and teasing the sunflower in his hand.

The computer screen went dark and entered the screensaver.

The screensaver is a couple of stick figures, sitting and watching the rainbow, suddenly it rained gold coins, one of them held a big pot, and ran out happily to pick it up, and it was full in a while.

The villain walked back happily, laughing as he walked, and even lost his big teeth.

But Qing Luo couldn't tell that it was laughing out of his teeth, and said it was drooling.

He snapped the computer shut and sucked the sunflower onto the computer with a snap.

He grabbed the car keys and turned to go out.

Stepping on the accelerator, he walked towards Zhou Qingluo's house.

He thought of the worst answer, but he didn't want to admit it, but he tried to prove it as if he was masochistic.

Qing Luo wanted to leave him.

Song Ling's car stopped at Zhou Qingluo's house, and suddenly he was a little afraid to get out of the car.

It's only been a day since I left, but I'm already timid.

He got out of the car and called Uncle Zhou.

Zhou Shoulin smiled and came out to open the door for him, "Why is Xiao Song back? Why does he look so bad? Is he sick?"

Song Ling didn't know how to speak, his throat was tight and his eyes were sore, like a lost wanderer who finally found his home, wronged and sad, but he couldn't bear to let his family see it.

I could only smile and say, "No, it's too cold. I came here in a hurry just now, and I forgot to close the window."

Zhou Shoulin breathed a sigh of relief, "Then why are you back?"

Song Ling: "Qing Luo is on a business trip, so I left something behind and let me come back to pick it up."

Zhou Shoulin: "Going on a business trip so soon? It's going to be a three-month business trip, so I didn't prepare earlier."

Song Ling: "Three months?"

Zhou Shoulin: "At least three months."

Song Ling: "..."

When Song Ling walked into the house, Zhou Shoulin's friends were all there. When they saw him, they all greeted him with smiles.

Song Ling walked into the room, opened the cabinet door, looked at Zhou Qingluo's neatly packed wardrobe, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Zhou Shoulin was planning the dining room with his friends in the living room. Song Ling called Zhou Shoulin in, "Uncle Zhou, come here and do me a favor."

Zhou Shoulin walked into the room, "Here we come."

Song Ling randomly took something from the top of the closet and asked Zhou Shoulin to catch it for him, and said half-jokingly, "Uncle Zhou, I'll rent a dormitory for you, so I can move back in, okay?"

Zhou Shoulin laughed, a little embarrassed, "I also planned to rent a dormitory at the beginning, but Qing Luo said that I wanted to live in your place, saying that your place is big and close to your work, so I can use this room as a temporary dormitory."

Song Ling's heart sank, "Qing Luo said that he wanted to rent out this room?"

But Zhou Qingluo told him that Uncle Zhou wanted to use the room as a dormitory for the employees, and he had nowhere to go.

Seeing that his face was getting colder and colder, Zhou Shoulin was a little embarrassed, "Yes, this kid is trying to save me some money. If Qing Luo troubles you, I will let him come back."

Song Ling shook his head, "No, Qing Luo didn't cause me any trouble, Uncle Zhou, don't think too much, I think this place is good and I want to come back..."

Zhou Shoulin smiled: "That's good, you two, live a good life." He paused, rubbing his hands back and forth, hesitating to speak several times.

Song Ling: "Uncle Zhou, do you have something to tell me?"

Zhou Shoulin scratched his head shyly, and sighed, "I don't have any skills, Qing Luo hasn't had a good life, maybe he has never seen the world, he is petty, Xiao Song, please take care of him, no matter what is good or bad, just tell him what you have to say." He said, don't lie to him, he doesn't like being deceived."

Zhou Shoulin patted him on the shoulder, "Just treat him better."

Zhou Shoulin walked out after finishing speaking.

Song Ling held Zhou Qingluo's packed bag and stood there, staring blankly at the bed that had been replaced with new bedding.

Song Ling came out of Zhou Qingluo's house and drove aimlessly around the city to see the wall paintings that he and Zhou Qingluo had painted together for parks, indoor and outdoor playgrounds, scenic spots, resorts and other places.

Counting carefully, there are as many as 25 places.

In order to earn money, Zhou Qingluo traveled to so many places, painting dirty and painstakingly.

Zhou Qingluo said that all he had to do was to cure his illness.

Zhou Shoulin said that Zhou Qingluo didn't like being cheated, but he lied a lot.

Trick him into going to work in a coffee shop, lie to him that he has no place to live after coming out of Song's house, hide the Daping floor, and hide the coffee shop.

He threatened Jiang Shiyan not to tell Zhou Qingluo about the coffee shop, and asked Guan Minglang and Jiao Zuo to keep it a secret for him.

Sure enough, the upper limit of three things has been reached.

It turns out that this is the feeling of being deceived.

Song Ling just drove around looking at places. When night fell, he came to Jiaozuo's underground parking garage.

That was the place where he and Zhou Qingluo cooperated for the first time, but was destroyed by someone.

The red paint splashed on the wall was too shocking, and all the left and right corners were painted white. Only the paints of various colors dripped on the ground at that time remained, which proved that this place was once a colorful painting.

The parking garage has been put into use, and Song Ling got out of the car, like a wandering spirit, slowly strolling around Jiaozuo's underground parking lot, thinking only of Zhou Qingluo's cartoons.

The painting here is the first chapter, Mother Butterfly has left.

Here is the second chapter, the bird spreads its wings to protect the cocoon in the wind and rain.

……

Song Ling walked around and stopped.

Here, Zhou Qingluo promised him that he would take him everywhere.

Song Ling suddenly wanted to smoke. He touched his pocket, only to find that it was empty.

He sat down along the wall, where he sat that day, turned his head and looked around, and it was empty.

It turned out that last night, from the noisy dinner to the passionate intercourse at night, it was Zhou Qingluo's farewell.

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