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When Song Ling said that he was gay, only Zhou Qingluo looked at Song Ling, and everyone looked at him.

Even Song Ling looked at him.

It seemed that only he was laughing at Song Ling's straight ball, while everyone was eating melons.

Zhou Ying was stunned for a moment, but she wasn't embarrassed. She took her phone back with a big smile and turned her head to look at him.

Zhou Qingluo: "?" See what I'm doing?It's not that I'm gay.

The person who should have been the most embarrassed was Zhou Ying, but now it was him.

The atmosphere seemed to be at a standstill.

Zhou Ying smiled at him, "I'm sorry, I just appreciate his talent, since the famous grass has an owner, I don't bother."

After she finished speaking, she got up and packed her things.

Zhou Qingluo's eyelids twitched, what did they all look at him for?

I don't know which onlookers who don't think it's a big deal booed: "Wow!"

He is not the owner of this grass!

Somehow this group of people.

Don't panic, pretend you don't know anything.

Cui Zi was the first to recover, and hurried over to see him off, "Ma'am, I'm sorry, please go slowly."

Song Ling stood up, and the employees in the coffee shop never dared to brazenly eat melons, they lowered their heads and went about their own business.

Song Ling walked up to Zhou Qingluo, "A cup of coffee."

"You wait."

Zhou Qingluo ground the coffee for him, Song Ling leaned into his ear, and said in a tone that could only be heard by two people: "I'm good."

Zhou Qingluo: "..." His problem of getting so close to talk at every turn, has he started to get sick in public?

Zhou Qingluo had to say something to vent his depression.

He replied in a low voice: "Don't be complacent, don't trust a woman's mouth, she may just admire your beauty, it has nothing to do with talent."

Song Ling raised his eyebrows, smiled softly, gave him a meaningful look, and left with his coffee.

"..." Damn, I wanted to hurt him, but why did I praise him?

Bah, this mouth is nothing.

The coffee shop closes at ten o'clock, and Li Lu is an accountant, and she will take stock after closing.

It can be seen from her expression that today's turnover is amazing.

After pressing the calculator for an hour, Li Lu breathed a sigh of relief, "The turnover is ten times the usual amount!"

Cui Zi was very happy, "Great, everyone's salary is doubled this month, Lulu, make arrangements!"

Li Lu: "That's great! Sister Cui is so bold!"

Zhou Qingluo suddenly understood a truth. It turned out that the workers did not hate 996, but hated 996 with insufficient money.

Cui Zi glanced at Lou Yang and Zhou Qingluo, "I can understand that Zhao Cheng is waiting for Li Lu to get off work, why don't you two leave?"

Zhou Qingluo: "Lou Yang asked me to wait for him."

Lou Yang: "I'll wait for Mr. Song."

Zhou Qingluo: "?" You wait for him as long as you wait for him, why do you want to bring me along?

Zhou Qingluo patted him on the shoulder, "Then I'll go first."

Lou Yang: "You said you would take me home."

Zhou Qingluo gave up. After all, there is no bus at this point, and Lou Yang lives far away from the subway station. In addition, he just broke tens of thousands of computers. take a taxi.

Zhou Qingluo looked at Lou Yang's expression of lack of money, and sighed resignedly, "Okay, I'll wait with you."

At this time, Song Ling just came down and took the words: "Wait for me?"

Lou Yang: "Yes, Mr. Song, I'm waiting for you."

Zhou Qingluo was a little puzzled, Song Ling was talking to Lou Yang to see what he was doing.

Cui Zi waved to Li Lu and Zhao Cheng, "Let's go, you young couple, grab the tail of the Qixi Festival and hurry up to be romantic. If I remember correctly, you two met on the Qixi Festival the year before last."

Zhao Cheng put his arms around Li Lu and said with a smile, "Okay, let's go first, and you all go back quickly, grab the tail of Qixi Festival, maybe you can meet your destined person."

Cui Zi, Lou Yang, Zhou Qingluo, and Song Ling were left in the store. A total of four single dogs stood in a row and watched them go out in silence. The wall behind them was the theme slogan of this store celebration——

Meet up with the one you're destined for.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Zhou Qingluo poked downstairs Yang: "Aren't you waiting for Mr. Song?"

Lou Yang came back to his senses, "Mr. Song, thank you for your help today. Also, how much is the computer, I will transfer it to you."

Song Ling: "No need."

Lou Yang: "How can this be done, I must give it."

Song Ling was a little impatient: "I don't need this little money."

Lou Yang: "Mr. Song..."

Song Ling pointed at Zhou Qingluo: "Then give it to him."

Lou Yang: "?"

Zhou Qingluo: "?" Why did the luck of wealth suddenly become so good.

Cui Zi: "Okay, Mr. Song's computer shop will pay the compensation, but this time it is considered a mistake in your work, and you must be punished. You will be fined to set up a stall outside the shop and sing to attract customers on weekends."

Zhou Qingluo imagined that scene: "I think it will work."

Lou Yang agreed. Although he is not as memorable as Zhou Qingluo, he is still handsome and handsome. Although it is a bit embarrassing, it is also possible to pay off debts by performing arts.

Zhou Qingluo had never seen such a boss before, and he wanted to work in this coffee shop until he died.

Song Ling turned his head towards Zhou Qingluo, "Zhou Qingluo, follow me."

Zhou Qingluo was naturally unwilling: "I want to send Lou Yang back."

Song Ling: "You give him the keys of your electric car, and you come back with me."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

"I have something to tell you."

Cui Zi winked at Lou Yang: "Let's go, Qing Luo, give him the key."

It was getting late, and everyone was already very tired. Zhou Qingluo stopped talking, and took out the electric car key to Lou Yang: "Ride slowly."

Zhou Qingluo followed Song Ling into his sports car, while Lou Yang thoughtfully held the electric car key.

After thinking for a long time, I felt something was wrong, "Sister Cui, have you heard a little story?"

Cui Zi: "How do I know what story you are telling?"

"A boy came to pick up his girlfriend in a sports car. There happened to be a person on the side of the road who was in a hurry to go to the hospital. The boy gave the car keys to the patient's family members, got down and walked home with the girl."

Cui Zi yawned, "What does that have to do with you?"

"I am the patient."

Cui Zi couldn't bear it anymore, and almost couldn't control herself to pinch his ear, "What do you want to express?"

"They're a couple! Mr. Song fell in love with Zhou Qingluo at first sight! But it's understandable, Qing Luo is so handsome, but milky steel, who doesn't like it, it just so happens that Mr. Song has a special nature."

Cui Zi thought to herself, since you know, why are you still so close to Zhou Qingluo.

Seeing Lou Yang's dumbfounded look, Cui Zi lost control and pushed Lou Yang's head, "Get lost, I want to turn off the lights!"

Zhou Qingluo got into Song Ling's sports car and yawned from exhaustion.

But out of politeness, he still asked, "What do you want from me? Go eat snail noodles?"

Song Ling: "Okay, let's go eat something, you lead the way."

Zhou Qingluo happened to be a little hungry, and it might not be appropriate to eat snail noodles in the middle of the night, "There is a wonton that is very delicious, do you want to eat it?"

"eat."

The bright red Maserati sports car is parked beside the food street in the west of the city.

On the night of Qixi Festival, when the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet, the moon is not lazy, hanging in the sky clear and bright to guide them.

The food street is still buzzing with people, most of them are young couples clasping fingers, enjoying the roadside stalls.

Zhou Qingluo took him to a [Wang Po Wonton] shop.

"Boss, two bowls of small wontons."

"Okay, I want all the onions."

"Put one bowl, but not another bowl."

"Wait a minute."

Song Ling: "You don't eat onions?"

Zhou Qingluo replied naturally: "It's because you don't eat green onions."

Song Ling was stunned.

Since arriving at the Song family, the people around him remember most of what they eat to replenish blood and enhance their resistance. No one has ever remembered his preferences, not even Jiang Shiyan, who has always been gentle with him, never remembered his preferences.

He always thought that these were trivial things, and it didn't matter whether he remembered them or not.

He suddenly understood that softly persuading others to do something that they don't want to do is not gentleness, and trying to please others with condescension is not true love.

Song Ling: "How do you know?"

"The last time you went to my house for dinner, you picked out all the green onions."

After Zhou Qingluo finished speaking, he realized that Song Ling was staring at him motionlessly.

Seeing Song Ling's increasingly ambiguous expression, Zhou Qingluo realized that, as a person who had worked so hard to get close to him, it was a bit difficult to explain his preferences late at night on Qixi Festival.

Zhou Qingluo was thinking about how to explain, and when he was about to speak, Song Ling looked away and laughed.

Zhou Qingluo was a little embarrassed.

No matter how you explain it, there is a feeling that there is no silver 300 taels here, but if you don't say anything to ease the atmosphere, his toe will be cut off.

Zhou Qingluo: "This green onion is refreshing, invigorating the spleen and appetizing, disinfecting and sterilizing, and can also relieve stress and promote sleep. You should eat more and not picky eaters."

Sure enough, talking can ease the atmosphere, and so can talking nonsense.

Song Ling: "It's really a good thing."

"of course."

"It can not only refresh the mind, but also promote sleep."

"..."

"It's kind of awesome."

Zhou Qingluo looked at him speechlessly, not wanting to maintain this false peace anymore.

"If you don't know how to chat, just shut up."

The atmosphere was so cold.

Fortunately, after a while, two steaming bowls of wontons were served. The shop was very busy, so the waiter put down the two bowls of wontons and left. The one without green onions was placed by Zhou Qingluo, and the one with green onions was placed in front of Song Ling. .

Zhou Qingluo just wanted to reach out to change, Song Ling was one step ahead of him, put the bowl with green onions in front of him, and then helped him disassemble the disposable chopsticks and put them on the side of the bowl, with the mouth of the chopsticks facing outward and the tip of the chopsticks facing inward, as long as he raised his hand to grab the chopsticks , you can eat.

Song Ling: "Eat slowly, be careful of burning."

Zhou Qingluo enjoyed the feeling of being taken care of and opened his mouth to eat.

Is Song Ling so considerate? Is this how he takes care of Jiang Shiyan?

After Song Ling finished all this, he brought over the bowl without green onions.

Zhou Qingluo was not used to being taken care of by others, so he picked up his chopsticks and shook Song Ling, "Thank you, but next time I can come by myself."

Song Ling: "When is the next time?"

"..." really grasps the key points.

After eating the hot wontons, Zhou Qingluo felt indescribably satisfied.

Perhaps because the atmosphere was so good, Song Ling actually took the initiative to chat with him.

"How about coffee shop work?"

Zhou Qingluo wanted to organize words to praise this job, "Let's put it this way, I have never seen such a good boss, and if nothing happens, I can work there for the rest of my life."

Song Ling paused, raised his eyebrows, and asked nonchalantly, "Oh? Is it that good?"

Zhou Qingluo understood Song Ling's doubts very well.

Although Song Ling was born with neither father nor mother love, but he is also a child of the Song family and lives a life of luxury, so of course he doesn't know what a good boss is.

Then he will reluctantly talk to him about popular science.

"After all, it is a business operation. The working hours are a bit long, but the salary is good. It is much better than most 996 jobs. The salary is raised every year, and it is better than most companies. The key boss is nice to people. If other In the coffee shop, Lou Yang not only has to pay for the guest's computer today, but also deducts the wages."

Song Ling nodded: "It's really good."

"Would you like to help our store promote it and see if there are any friends around you who want to become a long-term VIP of our store like you?"

Song Ling was fishing for wontons. Hearing this, his hands shook, and the wontons fell back into the bowl with a bang, "What?"

"If you succeed in getting someone to come to our store to open a VIP, I will apply with Sister Cui to make your annual fee cheaper."

Song Ling looked at him silently, and asked slowly after a while, "Zhou Qingluo, are you looking for business?"

Zhou Qingluo coughed twice to hide his embarrassment, "Think about it, our coffee shop is at the leading level in the world in terms of the quality of coffee and the quality of service in the store, otherwise you wouldn't favor us so much Is the store right, I mean, good things, you have to know how to share them with others, after all, it’s better to have fun alone than to have fun with others, right?”

Song Ling looked at Zhou Qingluo who was talking nonsense vividly and vividly, wondering why he was so energetic, vivid and natural.

Zhou Qingluo talked a lot, and seeing the person opposite looked at him like a pyramid scheme leader, he explained: "Of course, if you don't want to, I won't force you, I'm just talking."

"Zhou Qingluo, you are so dedicated."

"Of course, as long as the boss treats the employees well, the employees will of course be motivated. This is called a sense of belonging. Unfortunately, most bosses don't understand this truth."

"Belonging?"

Zhou Qingluo has a feeling for Niu playing the piano, but it is understandable. People like Song Ling who have no worries about food and clothing and have never worked part-time can't understand.

This is a typical class contradiction.

Zhou Qingluo shook his head, "You don't understand."

Song Ling smiled kindly, "Yes, I don't understand."

Zhou Qingluo turned his head, just in time to see Song Ling's smile.

He has seen Song Ling smile, but most of his smiles are hopeless. After laughing, the next second he either strangles someone's neck, puts flowers on the cake, or sits on the railing on the top floor and points at the people below. There was a lot of traffic, and he said calmly, what would happen if he leaned back.

But his smile now is just an ordinary smile, which only represents joy, and the dimples on the left side of his face are all revealed.

As a creator, Zhou Qingluo has a pair of eyes that are good at discovering beauty, and a brain full of imagination. He thinks of the sprouts that break through the ground, full of vitality and hope.

Zhou Qingluo smiled and praised: "You look beautiful when you smile, why don't you smile more."

Song Ling was taken aback for a moment, looking at the man with curved eyebrows in front of him, his smile couldn't help but deepened.

Zhou Qingluo smiled happily, "Yes, I just want to smile like this, don't always smile on the surface, half-smile, half-smile, and smile with unclear meaning."

Song Ling didn't know what a sense of belonging was, and he didn't think he was as good-looking as he said when he smiled, but he knew that he would never forget the taste of fresh meat wontons and seaweed shrimp skin wonton soup.

The two walked out after eating and drinking. It was already late at night, and the streets were sparsely populated.

There was a girl sitting on the side of the street. She was wearing the clothes of a volunteer at the Zhen Shan Mei Welfare Institute, and she had a large basket of roses beside her, and there were hundreds of them by visual inspection. Seeing her sighing, she looked like a little match girl.

When she heard footsteps, she raised her head with joy, and seeing two men, her eyes immediately darkened.

Zhou Qingluo couldn't see this kind of suffering in the world the most, especially since she was still a volunteer for the orphanage, but he didn't seem to have enough money to buy her roses.

But how many flowers can I buy?

Zhou Qingluo walked over and asked, "How much is a rose?"

The girl quickly stood up and said with a smile, "Sir, it costs 15 yuan a piece. How many flowers do you want?"

"I want……"

Song Ling: "I want it all."

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

girl:"?"

Song Ling scanned the QR code that the girl hung next to the flower basket, "Give me the flower basket too, how much is the total?"

The girl sold flowers all night, and sold a total of [-] branches. What's wrong with the young couples now, saying that they would rather eat a skewer than buy a flower.

Finally came a classical romance.

Girl: "A total of 120 flowers, 50 flower baskets, a total of 1850."

As soon as the girl's voice fell, she heard the voice of 2000 yuan in the account on the mobile phone.

The girl was very happy, her voice trembling, "Thank you, sir, I am a college student doing volunteer work, and the Zhen Shan Mei Orphanage is being repaired, all the money will be donated to the Zhen Shan Mei Welfare Institute, I am not a liar."

The girl choked up a little at the end, as if she had been greatly wronged today.

Song Ling didn't take her flowers, nor did she take her words, she raised her chin at Zhou Qingluo, "Give him the flowers."

The girl handed the basket to Zhou Qingluo.

Zhou Qingluo: "You bought it, why did you give it to me?"

Song Ling: "Didn't you really want it just now?"

"I don't really want it."

"Why don't you ask the price?"

The girl looked at the two who were bickering, and couldn't move anymore, so she had no choice but to interject and said to Zhou Qingluo, "Sir, your boyfriend just wants to buy flowers for you, but he is not particularly good at expressing, so you can accept his feelings." Come down."

Zhou Qingluo: "???"

Song Ling: "She can't lift it anymore."

Zhou Qingluo felt something was wrong, but still took the flower basket.

The girl let go, breathed a sigh of relief, and waved goodbye.

Hundreds of roses were quite heavy to carry, Zhou Qingluo simply hugged the flower basket in his arms.

In the middle of the night of Qixi Festival, the two walked side by side, one of them was holding a big basket of fiery red roses. There were not many people on the street, and the two of them were quite eye-catching, which instantly attracted the attention of many people. Even the night market vendors who were packing up for closing stopped what they were doing and looked at them with a smile on their faces.

Zhou Qingluo felt like a black bear about to jump through a hoop.

Zhou Qingluo couldn't bear the gaze, so he handed him the flowers, "You bought what you bought."

"Send it to you."

"It's not appropriate to give me this thing in this situation."

"Is it a surprise to send roses on Qixi Festival?"

"It's not unexpected to send roses on Qixi Festival, but is it a little unexpected to the recipient?"

Seeing how he was in a hurry to separate himself from him, Song Ling sighed and said helplessly, "Zhou Qingluo, but there is someone I know besides you here."

Zhou Qingluo looked around and looked at him silently, a little hesitant.

Song Ling raised his eyebrows lightly, "The quality of this flower is not bad, you can resell it tomorrow..."

Zhou Qingluo blinked and thought about his words for two seconds.

In two seconds, he even set the price of the flower.

He hugged the flowers back into his arms, pretended nothing happened, and changed the subject without a trace, "There were a lot of people just now, why are there so few people now, it seems that they all went to sleep."

Song Ling looked at his face flushed by roses, and suddenly wanted to tease him.

He said meaningfully: "Zhou Qingluo, you know a lot."

Zhou Qingluo: "?" I went to bed after dark, what's the problem?

When Zhou Qingluo realized that the "sleep" that Song Ling understood was not a literal sleep, his ears felt hot involuntarily.

Just when he realized the essence, Song Ling lowered his voice and said, "Your ears are so red, are you shy?"

If you don't talk back at this time, when will you wait.

Zhou Qingluo: "Get out."

Before Zhou Qingluo could react, a middle-aged man came over, handed them a brochure, and said with a smile, "Do you two stay here? The hotel is not far from here, and there are big bed rooms, themed rooms, and round bed rooms. The sound insulation effect is very good, as long as 520, you can have an unforgettable romantic Qixi night night, do you want to stay?"

Zhou Qingluo wanted to avoid it, but Song Ling took the brochure and looked at Zhou Qingluo.

Zhou Qingluo: "..."