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After leaving Zhou Qingluo's house, when Song Ling returned to Song's house, it was already dinner time, and the Song family was neatly gathered around the dining table.

The people who were chatting and laughing immediately fell silent when they saw him coming in, as if he was an unexpected guest.

Song Ling walked forward without squinting.

A gentle male voice sounded: "Song Ling, come and have dinner together."

Song Ling stopped and turned his head to look at the restaurant. Jiang Shiyan was also there, looking at him with a smile on his face.

For a long time, on countless occasions where he was excluded, only Jiang Shiyan would call him to join him.

He came to the Song family when he was five years old, and was pushed into the swimming pool by everyone. It was Jiang Shiyan who asked someone to rescue him.

He has always been greedy for the warmth of Jiang Shiyan, so he promised Jiang Shiyan to get along with the Song family well.

The so-called getting along well means to keep giving Song Jinyi blood transfusions and cooperate with Song Jinyi's treatment.

Because Song Jinyi was talented and intelligent since he was a child, he took over as the chairman when he grew up, created business myths one after another, increased many jobs, and made great contributions to society.

And he is just the product of Song Zhaoguang, the son-in-law who stepped in the door for a while. If he didn't happen to have the same blood type as Song Jinyi, it would be impossible for him to step into the Song family.

Jiang Shiyan was his light. He originally wanted to wait for Jiang Shiyan to graduate from university, and the two of them would emigrate abroad together and live a good life. He didn't care about what the Song family did to him, so he would take it as a write-off of the Song family's kindness to him in raising him .

It's a pity that Jiang Shiyan lied to him, and he didn't want to delve into why Jiang Shiyan lied to him. After all, he didn't want to destroy the only light in his bleak life, even if it was an illusion.

The two looked at each other in silence for a while, Song Ling took the lead to look away, and walked upstairs.

When Jiang Shiyan saw Song Ling, he was stunned for a moment.

He said that Song Ling looks good in a white shirt, and Song Ling has been wearing a white shirt for so many years, and it hasn't changed.

But today, he was wearing a white round-neck T-shirt and casual shorts, which seemed a bit short and didn't fit well.

Jiang Shiyan got up and followed him upstairs.

Song Ling was about to close the door when Jiang Shiyan called him, "Song Ling."

Song Ling paused, but finally didn't close the door, let go and walked in.

Jiang Shiyan pushed the door in and closed it gently.

Song Ling didn't look up, and packed his things as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Shiyan walked over, pulled down the hem of his clothes, and said in a low voice, "Brother Jin Yi said, you haven't eaten well recently, so I'll come and see you."

Song Ling took back his clothes from him, "Don't touch it."

Jiang Shiyan smiled, he knew Song Ling, as long as Song Ling loses his temper, as long as he subdues in a low voice and acts coquettishly, Song Ling will compromise.

Jiang Shiyan really likes the way Song Ling compromises for him, and even more likes to see him clearly full of desire for him, but as long as he says no, he retreats to his original restraint.

Who doesn't like someone who is self-centered and loved by others.

Jiang Shiyan familiarly took out a white shirt and trousers from his closet and handed them to him, "Where did you get these clothes? It's so worn out, it looks strange to you."

Song Ling paused, Zhou Qingluo frowning, and the way he was fussing over the money for his underwear appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but curl his mouth.

Seeing him smiling, Jiang Shiyan heaved a sigh of relief, and brought the shirt in front of him, "Hurry up and put it on, the clothes on you look too old, be careful and you'll be allergic in a while."

Song Ling stopped what he was doing and looked up at him.

Jiang Shiyan pursed his lower lip, half bowed his head and smiled, as usual, and blamed softly: "Look at what I do."

"go out."

"A Ling, I have something to say..."

"roll."

In order to make lunch for Song Ling, Zhou Shoulin bought a food-grade disposable lunch box, and went to the vegetable market early to carefully select the ingredients. The combination of meat and vegetables was reasonable, as well as milk and fruit. The degree of care was evident.

Zhou Qingluo said sourly: "Dad, so what I did for us before was just doing it casually."

Zhou Shoulin said cheerfully, "Don't be silly, this is a guest."

"Yes, the guest who gave the money."

"Speaking of which, hurry up and return some of the money to Xiao Song, how can you spend so much money for lunch a month?"

"That's because my delivery fee is expensive, and now labor is expensive."

"Aren't you friends? Don't be so fussy between friends."

"Brothers are still in the clear."

"I can't say no to you, send it to Xiao Song quickly."

Zhou Qingluo didn't realize what he had just said just after he and Zhou Shoulin had finished talking nonsense.

Since when is Song Ling his friend?

Song Ling asked Zhou Qingluo to deliver the meal to the Oath Cafe.

Oath Café Zhou Qingluo knows that it is the favorite place for two-dimensional lovers of literature and art in this city to check in. The coffee shop is very large, and the design style of the upper and lower floors is very literary and romantic, and it soon became an Internet celebrity restaurant.

A while ago, it was rumored on the Internet that it was a coffee shop opened by Oath himself, but Oath came out and clarified that it was a friend’s coffee shop with elements of his own creation, so the friend used his pseudonym as the name of the coffee shop.

Zhou Qingluo has been studying the cartoons of the oath recently, and the painting style in the coffee shop really seems to be drawn by the oath.

Even on weekdays, the business in the store is still very good.

Zhou Qingluo admired the owner of this shop very much, he really has a brain that can make money.

When Zhou Qingluo entered the shop, he didn't see Song Ling, but met sister Cui and Lou Yang, the owners of the cake shop.

It seems that the 4th anniversary celebration is going to be held in the cafe, and everyone is busy.

Lou Yang saw him, gritted his teeth and waved at him, "Qing Luo."

"What a coincidence? Why are you here?"

"There's something wrong with the computer in Ms. Cui's store. Ms. Cui said I understand computers, so she asked me to come over and have a look."

"How are you doing?"

"done."

As soon as Sister Cui saw him, she also put down her work, her eyes lit up: "Yo, what a coincidence, Qing Luo?"

Zhou Qingluo smiled at Sister Cui, "Sister Cui."

"Cui Zi, come here, this is the young man I want to introduce to you."

Everyone: "?"

A woman with a hot figure and short hair around her ears was frowning and staring at the computer. Hearing this, she snorted disdainfully without raising her eyelids, "Mom, I'm busy."

Sister Cui: "Come here."

Cui Zi raised her eyes lazily, "It's been said that I want to grow..." He is handsome, very handsome.

When Cui Zi's eyes fell on Zhou Qingluo's face, she was stunned for a moment, her eyelids moved, and she swallowed the last half of her sentence.

Is it so cumbersome to deliver a takeaway now?Such a handsome person is going to deliver food?Is it possible to choose a man among the delivery guys now?

No wonder the store has been unable to recruit a handsome little brother!

It is said that mother and daughter are heart-to-heart. Of course, Sister Cui knew that Cui Zi was very satisfied with Zhou Qingluo's appearance, so she smoothed things over and said, "It's the young man I introduced to work in your shop."

Cui Zi put down the work at hand, walked over with her waist twisted, handed over her business card, and smiled coquettishly: "Hi, I am the owner of this coffee shop. There is a shortage of people in the shop. Are you interested in joining us?" ?”

Zhou Qingluo originally wanted to refuse, but she was Sister Cui's daughter, so he politely took the business card with both hands, "Thank you, but I'll deliver food first."

It turns out that the boss with a brain that is particularly good at making money is actually Sister Cui's daughter.

After Zhou Qingluo finished speaking, he called Song Ling: "I'm here, where are you?"

"Up to the third floor."

Zhou Qingluo was quite puzzled, he only knew that the Oath Cafe had one and two floors, what the hell was the third floor?

He held up the phone and asked Cui Zi: "How to get up to the third floor?"

Cui Zi was also surprised: "Are you going to send it to the third floor?"

Looking at Cui Zi's expression, Zhou Qingluo was a little puzzled: "Does the third floor not belong to your coffee shop?"

Cui Zi looked at his phone, which was still on, and at the familiar phone number without a signature. Isn't that the boss's number!

The boss ordered takeaway?

She quickly said, "No, the third floor also belongs to our coffee shop. Is our coffee shop very large?"

Zhou Qingluo suddenly saw a hint of caution on Cui Zi's face when dealing with the boss, and immediately started the business mutual bragging mode.

"The whole building belongs to your family? Great."

Cui Zi glanced at the phone and raised her voice: "Yes, the main reason is that we manage well."

Song Ling on the other end of the phone: "The elevator is on the east side, and the password is 0707."

Zhou Qingluo hung up the phone, Cui Zi heaved a sigh of relief.

Zhou Qingluo looked confused: "Where is Dong?"

Cui Zi: "..."

Zhou Qingluo went up to the third floor. Song Ling was wearing a white round-neck T-shirt and gray slacks, and was sitting on the sofa by the window. The computer on the table was on, but the background was a black interface with a bunch of codes on it. .

He stared at the computer with a gloomy face, deep eyes, and a villain's cold smile on the corner of his mouth, staring ahead like a beast in the abyss, and began to show his ambition and minions.

Zhou Qingluo took a light breath, and thought to himself, he is indeed a villain, and the King of Hades is not as powerful as him when he is not talking.

Zhou Qingluo brought the lunch box over to him. Song Ling put away his gloomy smile, closed the computer, and looked up at him with a calm expression.

This face-changing skill is absolutely amazing.

Zhou Qingluo: "Your takeaway has arrived."

Song Ling moved the computer aside, opened the packing bag, took out the lunch box, and a piece of paper floated out along with the lunch box.

Song Ling picked it up and saw that it was a cartoon drawn by Zhou Qingluo.

There are pictures of old houses and sunflowers, and a boy in a crew-neck T-shirt sits on the steps.

The painting is not perfect yet, it's just a first draft, and the boy's hand is still raised, not knowing what to hold.

Zhou Qingluo was packing the packing bags for the next time.

Dad really spent a lot of money, and all the bags for Song Ling's meals were insulated aluminum foil bags.

Song Ling: "Zhou Qingluo, what is this?"

Zhou Qingluo looked up: "?"

Song Ling raised the corner of his mouth: "Is it me?"

Before Zhou Qingluo understood why this first draft was here, he heard Song Ling's words that confuse the world.

Song Ling raised his eyebrows: "You plan to give it to me?"

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Originally, this was just an ordinary thing, but for some reason, Zhou Qingluo could see the emotion of 'you are really trying to get my attention' from his face.

Maybe it's because the stand-in's identity is too special.

It was absolutely impossible for Zhou Qingluo to let this ambiguous misunderstanding happen.

It is impossible for him to be a substitute.

Any thought of being used as a substitute must be killed in the cradle.

Zhou Qingluo tried to withdraw the painting from Song Ling's hand, but Song Ling grabbed it tightly as if he had expected it.

Zhou Qingluo let go, poked the painting with his fingertips, and said solemnly: "This is obviously not you, you are wearing a shirt."

After Zhou Qingluo finished speaking, he looked down, only to realize that Song Ling was wearing a white T-shirt with a round collar today.

Zhou Qingluo was a little surprised: "Why aren't you wearing a white shirt today?"

Song Ling smiled, and said, "I observe carefully."

“…as a creator, you always have an eye for discovery.”

"The word 'beautiful' is missing."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo didn't want to entangle with him about who is more beautiful, a round neck T or a white shirt, and patiently explained: "I drew myself, did you see that this villain is actually holding a basin with his hands up, ready to take it? Gold Coin Rain, who do you think it is?"

But despite his earnest words, Song Ling never thought of returning the painting to him.

Zhou Qingluo sighed, thinking about it, "Give it to you if you want it, after all, you are the source of inspiration."

Song Ling took back the painting and said with a half-smile, "It's an honor to be your source of inspiration."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Zhou Qingluo really didn't want to talk to him anymore. During this period of time, he was tutoring online literature content for substitutes. The gloomy villains are generally extremely dark inside, and they will deny themselves without a bottom line, and they are very inferior.

I've never seen such self-love.

Those who are so narcissistic are usually sand sculpture supporting roles.

As a villain, he should feel inferior and conceited, what right does he have to be narcissistic!

Song Ling: "Is it right?"

Zhou Qingluo laughed twice: "Eat quickly, your brain can function normally when you are full."

Song Ling pursed his lips and suppressed the curvature of the corners of his mouth. He didn't know what was wrong, but he thought Zhou Qingluo's eagerness to get rid of him was quite interesting.

Time is money, Zhou Qingluo doesn't want to waste money with him here, "You can give the painting to you, but please don't reprint it, if you need it for commercial use..."

Song Ling interrupted him: "Give me the money."

Zhou Qingluo was silent, and said, "Well, it's the old rules, and I understand everything."

Zhou Qingluo left, and Cui Zi went to the third floor.

When she walked up to Song Ling, she didn't dare to show a trace of her charm and style, and said politely, "Boss Song, are you looking for me?"

Song Ling tapped some sketches with his fingertips, "There must be a lack of people in the store recently."