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

After Zhou Shoulin got the certificate, he looked it over several times carefully. He cleaned up the dining table, spread a clean tablecloth, and even replaced the chairs with clean cushions. Song Ling sat there and fiddled with the computer.

Zhou Qingluo was very angry about Song Ling and Zhou Shoulin's conspiracy to set him up, but seeing Zhou Shoulin's beaming face, he couldn't say anything angry, so he could only sit on the sofa and turn his anger into appetite, eating grapefruit while swiping his phone.

Zhou Shoulin winked at Zhou Qingluo: "Qingluo, give Xiao Song something to eat."

Zhou Qingluo: "He doesn't like to eat."

"Uncle Zhou, you're welcome, Qing Luo didn't treat me as an outsider."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Zhou Qingluo ignored him and continued to use his mobile phone. Zhou Shoulin's old house was small and the yard was not small. He wanted to transform the storage room into an independent kitchen.

Because he promised Guan Minglang to help Song Ling, Zhou Qingluo has been searching for questions such as "how to encourage people", "how to give a man who has lost his desire to survive", "how to instill chicken soup for the soul" and other issues. Big data is too powerful. The video also sent him relevant information, which Zhou Qingluo felt was very reasonable.

Zhou Qingluo deliberately turned up his voice so that Song Ling could also listen to the chicken soup for the soul from the short video.

No one has the right not to treat oneself well, the person who should love oneself the most is oneself, living well is more important than anything else, etc.

But Song Ling turned a deaf ear and knocked on his computer seriously.

So Zhou Qingluo made a sound and interacted with the small video.

"Wow, that's very true."

"Well, that makes sense."

"God, it's the truth."

He said while looking at Song Ling, but Song Ling was still indifferent, which made him very disappointed.

Some people are simply insensitive, it seems that you really have to try 996.

Zhou Qingluo came across a small video, a man in a suit and leather shoes was seriously typing on the computer on the desk in the living room, and a woman was paralyzed on the sofa and eating grapefruit with a fruit plate.

Looking at his current sitting posture and Song Ling's sitting posture, Zhou Qingluo suddenly had the feeling of being viewed as adulterous and reflected on the Internet.

But he was a little curious about what the two people in the video would do next.

He quietly glanced at Song Ling, then adjusted his sitting posture.Turn down the volume and continue watching.

The man in the video suddenly stopped typing on the keyboard, and said to the camera: "As a man, you should work hard and earn enough money so that the one you love can lie on the sofa without worry and eat whatever you want." Eat whatever you want, lie down however you want."

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

The camera turned to the woman, and the woman said delicately, "Husband, the grapefruit you peeled is so sweet, without any trace of bitterness."

The camera turned to the man again, and the narration started: "It is a man's responsibility to take care of his lover."

Zhou Qingluo: "..." What a mess, this kind of exaggerated sand sculpture video actually has nearly 100 million likes, why are the Internet celebrities in this world different?

Just as Zhou Qingluo was about to swipe away, Song Ling suddenly said, "I've seen this video before."

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

You couldn’t hear me playing so much just now, but you heard this?Feelings, your ears are the radio, you can't hear the wrong channel.

Song Ling looked back at him and raised the corner of his mouth, "It's very similar to our current posture."

Zhou Qingluo adjusted his sitting posture subconsciously, it was difficult to deny his words.

"The person lying on the sofa also ate grapefruit."

"..."

"The only difference is that I didn't peel the grapefruit."

Zhou Qingluo always felt that something was wrong. The couples in the video were at best similar in appearance, and the theme and central idea were wrong.

Zhou Qingluo: "Don't talk nonsense, they are acting as a couple, and you are not trying to earn money to take care of your lover."

Song Ling paused with his fingers, turned his head and said meaningfully: "You still want to act as a married couple with me?"

His ending is elongated, ambiguous and provocative.

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Zhou Qingluo was silent for a moment, put down his phone and walked over to get the book, "Your comprehension ability, I guess you still read too few books."

Song Ling looked at his red ears, slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and continued to work.

Some people are shy and can't help being teased, but they are stubborn and like to pretend to be calm and breezy.

Just as Zhou Qingluo picked up the book, he was impartial when the ceiling lamp in the living room suddenly went out. Zhou Qingluo switched it on and off twice, but there was still no response.

It was cloudy outside, there were no windows in the living room, and the natural light had to pass through the long and narrow kitchen, and there was very little left in the living room.

The programming interface of the notebook was also black, and the living room suddenly became dark, and the weak light source made Song Ling's face pale.

Song Ling was nailed to the chair, motionless, as if he had been stabbed to death.

Zhou Qingluo was frightened by Song Ling's empty eyes, and swallowed his words back.

He held his fingers stiffly, his breathing was a little short, and his expression was exactly the same as the last time he saw the grapes.

He is sick again.

He is not only afraid of grapes, but also afraid of darkness.

However, Zhou Qingluo is now able to handle such things with ease. He immediately walked over, opened the door of his room, turned on the light, grabbed Song Ling, pushed in, and closed the door in one go.

Song Ling seemed to have lost his soul, and his body was at the mercy of others.

Zhou Qingluo leaned on the door, pretending to be relaxed and said to him: "It's all right."

Song Ling's eyes gradually focused, and finally met Zhou Qingluo's eyes, his stiff body slowly relaxed, and his lips moved.

After a while, he slowly opened his mouth, "Zhou Qingluo."

"it's me."

Song Ling heaved a sigh of relief, and the oppressive feeling of the cramped darkness disappeared, as did the disgusting smell of damp mustiness mixed with the sweetness of grapes.

Zhou Qingluo is like a light source, it must be very warm.

Song Ling took two steps forward, fell into Zhou Qingluo's arms, and hugged him.

Well, warm and fragrant.

"Feel sorry."

When he fell ill last time, Song Ling apologized first, subconsciously, as if he didn't want to cause trouble to others.

He just wanted to push away, but he felt Song Ling's stiff body slowly relax, leaning against him softly, as miraculous as ice and snow melting.

Zhou Qingluo reached out and patted his back, and said softly, "Song Ling, have you ever thought about going to the doctor?"

Song Ling's relaxed body became tense again.

Zhou Qingluo: "Okay, okay, don't go."

Zhou Qingluo sighed, what happened to Song Ling, half of his heart was full of destruction and half of fear.

Can Song Ling be cured?

Guan Minglang said that he was not completely sure, it had to be up to Song Ling himself.

But Song Ling is now resisting the psychiatrist.

After hugging for an unknown amount of time, Zhou Qingluo didn't realize that something was wrong until Song Ling laughed softly in his ear.

He recovered and wanted to push away, but he didn't expect that the hand around his waist tightened, and instead of running away, the two of them got closer.

Zhou Qingluo just wanted to bend his knees to kick, but Song Ling predicted his movement and pre-empted the attack, with his legs against his legs.

Zhou Qingluo was firmly pressed against the door by him, and the two hugged even tighter.

Zhou Qingluo's face was already blushing to the point of bleeding, and he was so angry that he was usually quick-talking, but he couldn't find anything to scold Song Ling.

Song Ling stared straight into his eyes, and teased, "Don't kick indiscriminately, be careful where you shouldn't kick."

Zhou Qingluo was speechless, and it took a long time to speak, "Get up, you are so heavy, I can't breathe."

Zhou Qingluo's eyes dodged, but Song Ling kept catching his eyes, staring at him firmly.

"Is it sinking? I haven't pressed hard yet."

"If you don't open it again, I'll lock you up in the living room."

Song Ling let out a low laugh, his voice suppressed into a bubbly sound, "Don't, I'm scared."

Zhou Qingluo pushed him with both hands, "Then get up quickly!"

Song Ling looked down at the man stretching his teeth and claws in his arms, like a hairy crab that was about to be steamed, showing off its two big tongs, but it was actually red all over and almost cooked.

It's almost Mid-Autumn Festival, and the crabs seem to be ripe and ready to eat.

He was about to spare the hairy crab in his arms, when there was a sound of unlocking the door, followed by Zhou Shoulin's voice.

Zhou Shoulin: "Qing Luo? Where are you guys?"

Song Ling suddenly didn't want to let go anymore, after all it seemed more delicious to eat secretly behind closed doors.

Zhou Qingluo glared at Song Ling angrily, cleared his throat, and his voice returned to normal.

"Dad, I'm in my room. The light in the living room is out, so Song Ling can't see outside."

"But his computer is outside."

"...My desk is messy, I'm tidying it up, I'll bring the computer in later."

"Okay, I'll go out and buy a light ring to replace it, and then I'll go buy some hairy crabs."

Zhou Qingluo rolled his eyes one after another, but Song Ling remained unmoved, and approached Zhou Qingluo's face and said, "I'm just about to eat hairy crabs, thank you uncle."

Zhou Shoulin laughed a few times and went out again.

Zhou Qingluo: "Song Ling, look at you, is it appropriate to repay your kindness with revenge?"

"Whether it fits or not, you have to try it to know."

Zhou Qingluo was controlled by him, but seeing his mean look, he couldn't help reaching out and pinching him severely.

Song Ling gasped, frowned and took a deep breath, his tone was pitiful, with an indescribable strength, "Hiss, it hurts."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

But Zhou Qingluo has always been a man, with just a little bit of virtue, and just a little bit of defense against turbulence, his heartbeat is a little messed up.

Which man can resist the temptation of beauty?

No!

The inferiority of human beings...

But he can't show it. If he shows it, maybe something will happen next.

Zhou Qing Luomu looked at him with a cold face, to see what other tricks he could play.

Song Ling seemed to be possessed by Ximen Qing, and Meng Lang was so extreme that he insisted on making the atmosphere ambiguous. It seemed that he was not the one who was so scared by the night that he couldn't move.

"Zhou Qingluo, you have become whiter and more beautiful."

"..."

"It's also very comfortable to hold, soft and warm."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly, using his trump card, "If you hug again, I will charge you money."

Song Ling raised his eyebrows.

"The free trial period has ended, if you hug again, you will be charged 1 per minute."

Song Ling was stunned for a moment, but couldn't help laughing out loud, "I don't have any money, can I make a promise with my body?"

Zhou Qingluo bit the bullet: "I don't accept meat compensation, and I don't accept bargaining."

"Five hundred per minute, you can do anything?"

"Of course not, it's cheaper to simply hook your shoulders, three hundred."

"That one thousand per minute, what can you do?"

"..."

Zhou Qingluo was at a loss for words, he had never seen such a shameless person.

He only sells his art but not his body!

Song Ling: "Looking at your expression, one thousand is not enough."

Zhou Qingluo's old face turned hot, and he looked at him with disgust, "You are too dirty, really."

"Don't blame me, it's because you are so attractive."

"..."

Song Ling lowered his head, pressed against Zhou Qingluo's forehead, rubbed it lightly twice, then turned his head, went down his cheek, stopped beside his cheek, kissed his cheek lightly, and kissed him again his earlobe.

His Qingluo, his face is soft, and his earlobes are also soft, as soft as his heart.

Zhou Qingluo closed his eyes, and the place where Song Ling's lips touched seemed to be ignited, burning his reason recklessly.

He held back and dared not breathe, but some people did not hide Meng Lang's breath, letting their breathing be heavy.

"Qing Luo, I like you so much, let me chase you."

"Chasing after you, uncle, let me go quickly."

Zhou Qingluo's mind went blank, and he couldn't listen to anything Song Ling said.

Because he is a man, and Song Ling is a handsome slut, who is still here to make gestures, hug, hug, kiss and pinch him.

All he knew was that if Song Ling didn't let him go, he would react.

He really couldn't guarantee that if things continued like this, something irreversible would happen to the two of them driven by instinct.

If it really happened, how can we get along with each other in the future.

"Kiss me once, and I'll let it go."

"You're thinking about farting?"

"A kiss will do."

"..." Some people's mouths became more and more unrestrained, without any sense of restraint and bottom line, and dared to say anything.

Just as Zhou Qingluo was about to speak, he heard the sound of the door opening.

Zhou Qingluo yelled as if he had received an amnesty, "Dad, are you back?"

"Qing Luo, are you still inside?"

Zhou Qingluo: "Yes, I'm playing a game."

Song Ling: "Well, I'm studying eating hairy crabs."

The two spoke in unison.

Then Song Ling was met with a hard roll of eyes from Zhou Qingluo.

Song Ling has always known how to measure, if he teases Zhou Qingluo again at this time, the two will probably turn against each other.

He restrained himself and let go of Zhou Qingluo.

Outside, Zhou Shoulin flicked the switch, "Okay, the light bulb has been replaced."

Zhou Qingluo tidied up quickly, turned around and walked out immediately, trying to escape calmly and gracefully, "Dad, I'll go out to pick up a courier."

"You go to pick up the courier, what are you doing with the grapes? Leave some for Xiao Song to eat."

Zhou Qingluo said angrily: "He eats too much and doesn't learn well, so don't feed him!"

Song Ling chuckled when he heard this, he seemed a little too anxious and scared some people.

But seeing someone softening his heart for him, he couldn't restrain himself, wishing to make him...

Song Ling closed his eyes, looked down at the place where the eyes were still hot and hard, and shouted with his head held high. He knew clearly that from now on, he would have some turbulent dreams, and the other half of the dreams , are all Zhou Qingluo.