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

As soon as Song Ling left, Song Zhaoguang immediately asked the nanny to clean up the house.

He sat on the sofa angrily, regretting that he didn't smoke Song Ling twice more just now.

But he didn't dare, Song Ling's eyes just now were too scary, that kind of desperate sternness, just like his mother.

Song Zhaoguang relied on Song Xuelian to get ahead and became the general manager of Baomu Group. Song Ling's mother was just one of his subordinates at the time. That's how she, Song Ling came here.

Unexpectedly, she was a strong woman who would rather die than submit, and dragged him to hell with her even if her reputation was ruined. If the Song family hadn't spent money to make peace, he would return to the dark warehouse and drive a van to deliver goods.

The woman was humiliated, sent her suicide note to the newspaper office, and then jumped off the company's tall building, pushing him to the forefront again.

Fortunately, the information was blocked at that time, and money could settle everything.

Song Zhaoguang was a little afraid of Song Ling. He felt that Song Ling had his mother's ghost in him. If it wasn't for Jin Yi...

Song Zhaoguang frowned and sighed.

At this time, Song Jinyi walked up to Song Zhaoguang and sat down, patted his shoulder reassuringly, "Dad, don't be angry."

Song Zhaoguang: "Can I not be angry, that little bastard..."

Song Jinyi smiled politely, "Dad, don't scold Song Ling like that, he is my younger brother, so why don't you scold me along with you?"

Song Zhaoguang: "Jinyi is still sensible. I can rest assured that I have your father. It is my father who is sorry for you."

Song Zhaoguang looked at Song Jinyi, and couldn't figure out why the tall and handsome Song Jinyi had severe anemia and kidney disease, and why it was precious panda blood, why Song Ling's blood type matched him.

Song Jinyi: "Today is Song Ling's mother's death day. It's understandable that Song Ling is in a bad mood. Dad, don't be angry."

The stern face of Song Ling's mother had just faded from Song Zhaoguang's mind, and because Song Jinyi's words popped up, he cleared his throat in embarrassment, and patted him on the shoulder, "Good boy, if everyone is as generous as you Kindness would do."

Song Zhaoguang didn't want to talk about Song Ling's mother, so he went upstairs first.

Song Jinyi looked at his back and smiled darkly.

Zhou Qingluo kept pulling Song Ling's arm to go out, and he didn't let go until he walked outside the gate of their compound.

He glanced back at the big and resplendent house, and when he was free for a while, he was going to delete the photos he just took.

It was so suffocating.

No wonder Song Ling said that this is where he lives, not his home.

He turned his head, and Song Ling was staring at him, making him very embarrassed.

"You don't have to be so moved, it's just an ordinary act of righteousness."

Song Ling seemed to have read his mind, "Do you still think this house is beautiful?"

"Horse shit shines outside."

Song Ling looked disgusted: "Zhou Qingluo, a bit cultured, it's called gold flocs and flocculents."

In just half an hour, Zhou Qingluo was despised by Song Ling twice in the field of culture.

He rolled his eyes and snorted, "Okay, you are educated, you have a high education, you are amazing."

"Who said I have a high degree of education, I didn't graduate from high school."

Zhou Qingluo laughed angrily, puffed out his chest and said forcefully: "Huh? Then why do you laugh at me? I'm a junior college student!"

Song Ling glanced at him and curled his lips, "What's the comparison?"

"..." How could he answer so naturally.

Originally, Zhou Qingluo didn't want to take care of Song Ling's family affairs, but his family was really hateful. As a warm-hearted and good citizen, he still couldn't help but say something more.

"I think it's good for your physical and mental health if you move out to live."

Song Ling sneered, but said nothing.

"Then if you don't move out, you can hit him back. If you hit him a few times, he will be honest."

Song Ling was taken aback.

Zhou Qingluo: "You can't beat it?"

"?"

"If you can't beat it, you can fight it. One day you will be able to beat it. The enemy is like a spring. If you are strong, he will be weak, and if you are weak, he will be strong."

Song Ling smiled slightly, his expression froze suddenly, and he raised his legs and walked back.

Zhou Qingluo was a little confused about his routine, "Huh?"

Song Ling quickened his pace and didn't answer his words.

Song Ling left behind his computer, he carried it with him everywhere, this was the first time he left it behind.

Today is his mother's death day, Jiang Shiyan used to be with him, but now he is alone, and wanted to tear himself apart with Song Zhaoguang.

Jiang Shiyan had been persuading him before that he and the Song family were a family anyway, let him bear it, and sooner or later, everything would be fine.

But now that Jiang Shiyan has also left, everything will be fine, it's bullshit.

He has been living in the swamp, but Jiang Shiyan made him have a dream that he shouldn't have. When he wakes up from the dream, he will drag everyone into the abyss.

And the password to drag everyone into the abyss is in the computer.

But when Zhou Qingluo was pulling him just now, he suddenly became dazed, and the hatred in his head seemed to be stranded, as if pulled by some magical power, he just walked out, forgetting to bring his computer bag.

He walked to the door with a sullen face, and Song Jinyi stood outside the door, looking at him with a smile, holding his computer in his hand.

Song Ling quickened his pace and walked towards him, Song Jinyi handed him the computer: "I just wanted to send it to you."

Song Ling took the computer with a blank expression, turned around and left.

Song Jinyi still looked gentle and elegant, and said with a smile: "If you want to eat snail noodles, you can eat it. It's okay, I'll take it with Dad."

Song Ling stopped, turned around, and smiled coldly, "Brother has always been so kind to me."

Song Jinyi: "What do you say, we are brothers."

Song Ling hooked the corners of his mouth mockingly, "When will that brother tell Dad that there are so many people with panda blood in the world, when will you stop drawing my blood for your transfusion?"

After Song Ling finished speaking, he turned and left. The smile on Song Jinyi's face disappeared, and his heart sank.

From Song Ling's lifeless eyes, he saw the carnival of desperadoes, and he was no longer a bearer.

It seemed that his hope had been ruined, Jiang Shiyan's pawn had been invalidated.

Song Ling went to the garage and drove out his red Maserati. He navigated to the Xiangshan Cemetery, stepped on the accelerator, and with a roar, the car rushed out of the garage like a ferocious beast.

I could vaguely hear yelling and cursing from the second floor, "Driving so fast in the yard, I'll just kill you."

Song Ling turned a deaf ear and rushed out the door.

He drove out the gate and saw Zhou Qingluo heard the electric car under the big tree, waiting in the shade.

This person is really stupid, anyone can think that he was using him just now.

Don't leave after using it, really want to take him to eat snail noodles?

Song Ling wanted to kick the accelerator and rush out, but he couldn't help stepping on the brakes and stopped firmly beside him.

He was going to the Xiangshan cemetery to worship his mother, and he would not take Zhou Qingluo with him, but he didn't know what he would stop for.

A strange thought appeared in my heart, which seemed to be guilt.

Zhou Qingluo squinted his eyes at the car's ostentatious red flashes. Song Ling wore sunglasses, held the steering wheel with one hand, and looked ahead. His sharp side face and ostentatious tattoos made his whole personality appear arrogant and indifferent, as if there was an aura of indifference. An invisible barrier to isolate yourself from the outside world.

It's a different person from just now.

The two were silent for just a few seconds, but it seemed as long as a century.

Zhou Qingluo was silent, he didn't understand what he was waiting for here, did he really want to take him to eat snail noodles?

It turned out that the 5000 yuan included not only the labor costs of angry father, but also the current embarrassment.

like……

Not bad either.

Zhou Qingluo turned around, put on his helmet, stepped on the electric car, activated the switch and left.

Not far away, there was a car whizzing by, the speed was too fast, I just felt a flash of red light, and disappeared at the end of the road after a while.

Since Zhou Shoulin Xianfu was at home, he was more interested in studying the recipes, cooking for his siblings in different ways every day, and the cooking became more and more delicious.

Zhou Qingluo had a rare rest, looked at Zhou Shoulin who was busy in the kitchen, and said solemnly: "Dad, why don't you start a live broadcast to teach people how to cook, you can be popular."

Zhou Shoulin waved his hand at him, "Go to the room and stay there. I'll call you when the meal is ready. There's a lot of oily smoke here."

"I'm serious, Dad, there are many food bloggers on the Internet, but their cooking is not as delicious as yours."

"You're the one who thinks highly of your dad. He's quite old, and he doesn't want to be ashamed of himself."

Zhou Qingluo didn't force him anymore. If Zhou Shoulin's restrained and low-key personality became popular and he was attacked by the keyboard man, he would definitely not be able to stand it.

For lunch, Zhou Shoulin cooked braised pork ribs and scrambled eggs with loofah, and cooked some vegetable soup. After Zhou Qingluo finished eating, he went to deliver the meal to Zhou Qingmu.

Zhou Qingmu was going to study abroad, and there were many things in the hospital. She was in the hospital every day and had no time to go home for dinner. Zhou Qingluo took a bottle of milk and bananas, put them together with the lunch box, and sent them to Zhou Qingmu.

Zhou Qingmu was practicing in surgery. Although it was a lunch break, the hospital was still overcrowded. Only the consultation area of ​​senior experts in the hematology department was less crowded.

What Zhou Qingluo didn't expect was that he would meet Song Ling here.

He was wearing a black loose round neck T-shirt, beige sports trousers, a black mask, black sunglasses and a black peaked cap, and sat quietly on a blue plastic chair outside the department door.

He was dressed in black and wrapped himself up tightly. If it wasn't for the tattoo on his neck, Zhou Qingluo wouldn't have recognized that the person in front of him was Song Ling.

He was leaning on the chair, with the back of his head against the wall. The vein in his right hand had just been pricked with a needle, and blood was still oozing from the needle hole. The area around the needle hole was a little swollen, and the bruised and purple blood vessels were particularly obvious on the cold white skin.

All the patients in the hematology department were accompanied by someone. He sat there alone, with a black handbag next to him. He almost always carried this bag with his computer in it.

Zhou Qingluo glanced at him and subconsciously slowed down.

Song Ling made a move, Zhou Qingluo immediately withdrew his gaze, and walked forward without squinting.

After walking a few steps, I heard Song Ling's cold voice behind me: "Zhou Qingluo."

Zhou Qingluo pretended not to hear, and walked straight forward.

Footsteps sounded behind him, Zhou Qingluo didn't take a few steps before being blocked by Song Ling.

Before he could speak, Song Ling glanced at the top of his head, and said with a half-smile, "So much shorter than me."

Zhou Qingluo's height was exactly 180, and it was the first time he was called short. He smiled, ignored him, and started to walk.

Song Ling also took a step, blocking him: "Don't you know?"

Zhou Qingluo gritted his teeth, just after attacking his height, he mocked his skin color, keyboard warrior.

Zhou Qingluo raised the bag in his hand and said with a smile, "I'm busy delivering meals."

"There is no takeaway link, give it to acquaintances."

He was trying to strike up a conversation, but Zhou Qingluo didn't want to talk to him, and frowned impatiently. He wanted to say 'it's none of your business', but swallowed the words, "Yes."

Song Ling seemed to be losing his patience. He broke the jar and said coldly, "Zhou Qingluo, don't you see that I'm trying to find something to talk about?"

Zhou Qingluo laughed, "It's really hard work for you."

Song Ling: "..."

The two suddenly fell silent again, and the atmosphere reminded Song Ling of the scene where he was waiting for him under the tree that day.

Zhou Qingluo started to leave, but Song Ling suddenly didn't want him to ride the electric bike and leave quietly like that day.

He grabbed Zhou Qingluo's arm, closed his eyes, and took a light breath.

"That day, I did use you to stimulate him on purpose."

Zhou Qingluo retracted the steps he was about to take, and blinked lightly.

"Feel sorry."

Zhou Qingluo pursed his lips lightly, never expecting that this big villain who would destroy the world in the future would actually apologize to him.

Before he had time to be polite, he heard Song Ling say, "I haven't eaten, is there anything to eat?"

That tone, the traces of deliberately changing the subject were too obvious.

Zhou Qingluo sighed, took out the extra milk and bananas that he brought to Zhou Qingmu, and handed them to him.

Song Ling readily accepted, and couldn't help curling the corners of his lips.

Thinking of him dragging him to eat snail noodles, Song Ling raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Are you so easy to soften your heart?"

Zhou Qingluo looked at him speechlessly, and called up the payment QR code: "Five yuan for milk, one piece for banana, four yuan for delivery fee, a total of ten yuan."