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

Song Ling sat at the door of the consulting room with milk and bananas, looked at the direction Zhou Qingluo was leaving, and slightly licked the corners of his mouth.

Song Zhaoguang helped Song Jinyi out, and asked about his health. When he saw Song Ling sitting lazily outside the door, the loving expression on his face disappeared.

What surprised him was that there was a smile on the corner of Song Ling's mouth, which was different from the cold and mocking smile in the past.

This month, Song Ling smoked and got hangover, and his blood indicators will pass. Song Zhaoguang said coldly: "Next time, try smoking and drinking again, which will affect the quality of your blood."

Song Ling grabbed the milk bottle, as if he didn't hear it.

Song Zhaoguang: "You'd better be honest these days, and don't make any trouble."

Song Ling raised his eyes, flattened the corners of his lips, looked at him coldly, and said mockingly, "Can you stop the trouble?"

Song Zhaoguang frowned. He knew that his threat was just a formality for Song Ling. Every time Song Ling finished transfusing Song Jinyi's blood, he had to go to the room to reveal the tile.

The last time he went to Jiang Shiyan's school entrance banquet to make a fuss, he ordered a takeaway of snail noodles after he said a few words to him, and deliberately asked the delivery staff to annoy him.

In order not to embarrass himself, Song Zhaoguang didn't want to talk to him too much. On the day Sunrise Mall opened, he had made all the preparations, and Song Ling couldn't make any trouble.

After Song Ling satirized, grabbed the milk and bananas, got up and walked towards the surgery.

He walked very fast, as if he was chasing someone.

When Zhou Qingluo arrived at the surgery office, everyone else went to the cafeteria to eat, and only Zhou Qingmu was still writing medical records.

"Sister, let's eat first."

Zhou Qingmu put down his pen and rubbed his stomach, "I'm really hungry, the food that Dad cooks is delicious."

Zhou Qingluo: "Dad's craftsmanship is good, and he can open a shop to take orders."

"Dad's temperament is submissive, not confident, and afraid that he can't do well."

Just as Zhou Qingmu opened the lunch box, her colleagues just came back from dinner. When they saw her meal, they immediately surrounded her, "What delicious food did uncle give you today?"

Zhou Qingmu: "Braised pork ribs in brown sauce, scrambled eggs with loofah, come and try."

Zhou Shoulin packed a lot of ribs for her, as if he was afraid that she would not have enough to eat.

Her colleague was also polite, picked up a piece of pork ribs and put it in his mouth, enjoying it with his eyes closed, "Qing Mu, call your dad to the canteen of the applicant unit, it's so delicious."

"Oh my god, I've never eaten such delicious ribs."

A colleague had a whim: "Hey Qingmu, you ask your father to make a few more, and we will pay for it, which is considered a meal order." He and she paused, and glanced at Zhou Qingluo: "Ask your brother to deliver it at noon. "

As soon as that person finished speaking, the other person laughed and said, "Do you want to eat, or do you want to see your brother?"

"Can you do both?"

Zhou Qingluo listened to their jokes with a smile, but some words caught in his heart.

Dad can really open a pure takeaway shop.

Just as he was about to ask, a doctor said, "What about Qing Mu's brother, if we order food from uncle in the future, can you deliver it to us?"

Zhou Qingluo smiled and agreed: "Of course it's no problem."

"Then go back and discuss it with your uncle. If possible, we can start ordering tomorrow."

Zhou Qingluo said goodbye to everyone happily, and just walked out of the surgery office when he bumped into Song Ling.

Song Ling was still dressed as before, covering himself tightly, leaning against the wall, his eyes under the sunglasses didn't know where to look.

He has such a ruffian appearance, with his hat on one side, and a silver chain, he can dance hip-hop on stage as soon as the lights are turned on.

Zhou Qingluo took two steps forward, and Song Ling immediately followed.

The smile on Zhou Qingluo's face stagnated, and he frowned and asked, "Are you following me?"

Song Ling: "Yes."

Zhou Qingluo ignored him and walked forward on his own, Song Ling followed suit.

Zhou Qingluo stopped, and Song Ling also stopped.

Zhou Qingluo: "Why are you following me?"

"Did not do anything."

Of course Zhou Qingluo knew what Song Ling was doing with him, and it wasn't because his face was somewhat similar to Bai Yueguang, whom he loved deeply.

Bai Yueguang just left, of course he needs warmth and comfort.

Zhou Qingluo stretched out his index finger and waved his finger at him solemnly, "Don't follow me, it won't work."

I have no interest in being a stand-in.

Song Ling: "..."

At this time, a female doctor chased out from the surgery office, and walked up to Zhou Qingluo shyly, "Brother Qingmu, wait for me."

Zhou Qingluo stopped in his tracks, stretched his frowning brows, and replied with a smile: "My name is Zhou Qingluo, can you help me?"

"It's like this. I wrote a public account for popular science and medical knowledge. I heard Qing Mu said that you can draw and signed a contract with Xingchen Original Comic Network. What I mean is, can I make an appointment with you? Sometimes the official account needs to draw some illustrations or something.”

Zhou Qingluo smiled generously: "Yes."

"That's great, let's add a WeChat."

The female doctor added WeChat, ran back to the office contentedly, and waved to Zhou Qingluo: "Then contact me anytime, Zhou Qingluo."

After bidding farewell to the female doctor, Zhou Qingluo walked back, Song Ling also followed step by step, and went downstairs. Zhou Qingluo didn't say a word to him, treating him as air.

Song Ling said nonchalantly, "Have you had a problem with her?"

Zhou Qingluo rolled his eyes at the air, ignored him, and walked to the electric car. He just sat on the electric car when Song Ling stepped up.

Zhou Qingluo turned his head and looked back at him with a puzzled face: "What do you mean?"

Someone had a thick skin, "I haven't eaten yet."

"That's unfortunate, I ate it."

Zhou Qingluo motioned for Song Ling to go down with his eyes, but Song Ling didn't move at all, his whole body was chilly.

At noon, the sun was very hot, Zhou Qingluo was a little annoyed, "Come down quickly, I have something to do when I go home."

"Zhou Qingluo, two months ago, didn't you still try your best to get into my arms?"

Zhou Qingluo's breath stopped. He tried so hard to avoid this matter, but he didn't expect Song Ling to say this matter so frankly.

Before he could understand how to answer, Song Ling spoke again, "Playing hard to get?"

Zhou Qingluo: "..." God damn is playing hard to get!

"I used to love you and ignored you, but now I can't afford it?"

"???" Why can he express this kind of thing so blatantly?

Zhou Qingluo was overwhelmed by Song Ling's powerful thinking, and prayed in his heart that a light of righteousness would come quickly to wake up the narcissistic guy in front of him.

Zhou Qingluo knew that Song Ling was not a normal person, so he couldn't be annoyed. If he got impatient and stretched out his hand to strangle him, he would die.

Not to mention that Song Ling was taller and stronger than him, just relying on Song Ling's desperate strength, he couldn't do it if he wanted to live a good life.

Who can beat the outlaws?

Zhou Qingluo patiently explained: "You also said that it happened two months ago."

Song Ling was silent for a long while, and finally said: "The ability to see things differently and think differently is really well-deserved."

This yin and yang tone...

Zhou Qingluo just wanted to refute, but thinking of the original owner's original reputation, he silently took the blame.

But the explanation still needs to be explained.

Zhou Qingluo thought about it for a second, this is a good time to clarify, and he will never come again if this opportunity is too late.

Zhou Qingluo was silent for a moment, looked directly at his sunglasses, and said very seriously: "You may not believe it, but the so-called getting into your arms that night was actually a misunderstanding."

Song Ling played with taste: "Misunderstanding with all my heart."

Zhou Qingluo: "...I drank too much that day, so I consider you a friend."

Song Ling paused, pursed his lower lip lightly, took off his sunglasses and looked directly at Zhou Qingluo.

Caught off guard, Zhou Qingluo met a pair of deep eyes, with inner eyelids, raised eye tails, clear pupils, clearly good-looking eyes, but with the look of ice skates.

Zhou Qingluo blinked lightly, without avoiding his gaze.

Song Ling: "Ex-boyfriend?"

???

"...Yes." Zhou Qingluo decided to make a mistake, and agreed.

It seems that as the saying goes, what kind of person you are, you think that other people are what kind of person.

Song Ling took off his mask, "How similar?"

"Four to five points."

"You have good eyesight."

"...my praise."

"Then I'm a stand-in."

"..."

Brother, don't you know who is the stand-in?Do you want to say, what a coincidence.

Zhou Qingluo had an idea, and said sincerely: "Later, when I thought about it, I felt that it was unfair for you to use you as a substitute. What's wrong with you? Why should you be my substitute, right? A very irrational thing to do, isn't it?"

Zhou Qingluo felt that he was very witty. His heartfelt words would definitely awaken Song Ling's conscience and make him understand that it is immoral to find a substitute.

Zhou Qingluo looked at him with hope.

Song Ling: "I don't mind being your substitute."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo never expected that things would turn out like this.

He clearly wanted to clean himself up, but in the end he jumped into a deep pit.

Zhou Qingluo: "I've already forgotten him, and I don't need a substitute anymore."

"Deceiving yourself."

"..."

"Zhou Qingluo, your substitute is hungry, let's go eat."

"..."

"Still leaving? How did your ex-boyfriend hug you before? Do you want me to hug you?"

As the saying goes, good girls are afraid of cuddling, and good men are also afraid of cuddling. In the scorching sun, Zhou Qingluo was almost annoyed to death by Song Ling.

He resignedly started the electric car, gritted his teeth and said, "Success, where do you want to go for dinner."

"Just go to the restaurant you and your ex-boyfriend frequent."

Zhou Qingluo laughed angrily, "Let's go to the restaurant you and your ex-boyfriend often go to."

Zhou Qingluo regretted it as soon as he said he was playing. How could he be so conscious and take the initiative to act as a substitute for others.

He sighed unrequitedly in his life. Could it be that from now on, he will live a life of being a substitute for each other?

The people in the back seat were silent, and Zhou Qingluo understood that he had offended Song Ling.

The two fell into an atmosphere of their own ghosts again.

Zhou Qingluo was trying to liven up the atmosphere when he heard Song Ling say, "My ex-boyfriend died."

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

Dude, you are a bit ruthless, do you want to get it or destroy it?Love to the extreme is hate?

Obviously a while ago you were making a big fuss about the school entrance banquet.

When he comes back to save you, the moment you give up destroying the world for him, don't forget what you said now.

Zhou Qingluo suddenly realized that Song Ling didn't know that he already knew about the mess between him and Jiang Shiyan...

That day Song Ling made a big fuss at the school entrance banquet, but Song Ling didn't see him at the banquet.

Obviously they met in the parking lot.

But the Lakeside Hotel is so tall, he doesn't necessarily go to that floor.

But the original owner didn't know that he was a substitute, he just came through the book by himself, knowing the cause and effect.

If you can't change the fate of the substitute, then Chuanshu is really a useless golden finger.

If he broke Song Ling's little secret at this time, would Song Ling go crazy and strangle him directly...

In order to keep the atmosphere from falling into an eerie silence again.Zhou Qingluo pretended to talk casually: "How did you die?"

Zhou Qingluo felt that it would be better not to strike up a conversation, and was thinking about how to change the subject when Song Ling answered.

"Fall to death."

"..."

Combined with Jiang Shiyan's upcoming flight abroad, Zhou Qingluo only felt a chill down his spine.

But without Song Ling's extreme love and hatred in the early stage, how could he be so moved by giving up everything for Jiang Shiyan?

All of this has nothing to do with him, as long as he doesn't get involved with him and doesn't become a substitute.

Zhou Qingluo just wanted to get to the restaurant as soon as possible, but unfortunately, the light was red, the electric car was parked on the side of the road, and the hypermarket on the side of the road was playing songs and advertisements to attract customers.

/Mid-year promotion, [-] yuan for everything, pass by, don’t miss it/

After reading the ad, start singing——

/I want to invite you to sit on my wild motorcycle/

/I would like to take you to drink and eat meat before singing/

/My wild motorcycle, although a bit broken/

/Don't dislike you will fall in love with the happiness he brings/

After the song is over, the advertisement starts playing again.

/Everything ten yuan, everything ten yuan/

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Song Ling sat in the back seat, and could clearly feel Zhou Qingluo's whole body froze.

He is embarrassed.

His back was straight, and the collar of his white round-neck T-shirt drooped a little, revealing a piece of fair skin, which contrasted sharply with his tanned neck.

Song Ling suddenly remembered that Jiao Zuo had said that Zhou Qingluo's body was delicate and soft, with delicate skin and tender flesh. He stared at the small piece of white skin and raised the corners of his mouth, "What song is this? It's very nice."

"..."

Song Ling looked at the beads of sweat in his hair, took off the peaked cap on his head, and put it on Zhou Qingluo's head.

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

"Zhou Qingluo, you're already so dark that you're almost reflecting light."

"I think the black point is good, and I will keep it so black and discerning in the future."

Hei is not like your Jiang Shiyan.

Song Ling smiled silently, and suddenly wanted to tease him. Looking at the protruding knuckles on the back of his neck, he hummed the song that was playing by the side of the road, "I want to invite you to ride on my wild motorcycle..."

Zhou Qingluo couldn't bear it anymore: "Shut up."

"why?"

"When you talk, you don't look like him anymore. He doesn't like to talk."

"..." Song Ling was silent for a while, then snorted, "Just now I said I forgot my ex-boyfriend."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Zhou Qingluo didn't want to continue this topic, and started the electric car, "The starting price of my electric car is eight yuan, and it's three yuan per kilometer for more than three kilometers. You can get off if you don't take it."