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

Zhou Qingluo was a little confused, why did Song Ling target Wu Han inexplicably.

But in the back-and-forth contest between the two of them just now, it felt like Song Ling was more like a schoolboy.

He looked at Song Ling who looked disgusted, and after a long silence, he said, "He's not an elementary school chick. Although he is underage, he has already been recommended to the computer department of University A. He is a top-1 major in the country and a genius boy."

Song Ling smiled, with a look of contempt: "The computer department of University A? Is this also called a genius boy?"

"..." Is this the contempt from the gifted party?

Zhou Qingluo thought for a while and said: "Besides, it is understandable that he is a minor, skinny and frail."

Song Ling couldn't bear it anymore, and couldn't help but rushed at him: "Zhou Qingluo, did you fail Chinese in middle school? You can't do things like summarizing the central idea?"

Zhou Qingluo didn't know how this matter could involve his Chinese scores.

Although he was very dissatisfied, what Song Ling said was indeed the truth, and his language was indeed not very good.

"how do you know?"

Song Ling snorted: "One sentence has one important point. It's obvious that you got it wrong twice."

Mistaking two key points in one sentence is not just a question of Chinese achievement, it is a question of IQ.

Zhou Qingluo carefully recalled what Song Ling said, and finally understood Song Ling's expression now.

A toothless jealous expression.

Zhou Qingluo laughed, "You mean, I like Wu Han?"

"otherwise?"

Zhou Qingluo gave him a blank look, "Wu Han is still a minor, what are you thinking?"

Song Ling: "You don't like him, why are you buying him ice cream?"

Zhou Qingluo was speechless, hinting at him with two bags of ice cream in his hands, "Does it mean that you like him if you invite him to eat ice cream?"

"Yes."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo opened his mouth, closed it again, and finally didn't know what to say.

Just now some people openly said that they like him and want to chase him.

Talking about running the train without a word of the truth.

But his silence did not succeed in ending the conversation, and some people insisted.

Song Ling: "Zhou Qingluo, I find that you are unreasonable."

"Why am I being unreasonable?"

"It's you who hooked up outside, why are you still angry? If you want to be angry, I should be angry."

"I didn't hook up!"

"The little boy has one brother at a time, so you can't find the north. This time I treat him to ice cream, next time I should treat him to crabs."

Zhou Qingluo was stunned: "Huh?" What's the matter with crabs?

Song Ling snorted coldly: "Good idea!"

"..."

Zhou Qingluo stared at him silently for a few seconds, then stuffed the ice cream into his arms one last time, "Have you eaten firecrackers? Take it yourself."

Song Ling stuffed it back immediately, and strode forward, "I won't take it."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo didn't know what was going on with this person, but he suddenly fell ill, and his whole person became vicious and mean.

Zhou Qingluo didn't want to get too entangled with these things with him, so he changed the subject: "Your online store is ready? So fast?"

Song Ling sneered, "Is it fast? I don't think it should be faster to recommend the top1."

"..." There is no end to it.

Zhou Qingluo had to educate this stubborn person well.

He said earnestly: "Wu Han's background is pitiful, and he has no family members left, but he still strives hard, full of confidence and hope for the future, creates wealth with his own hands, and is financially independent at a young age..."

Song Ling interrupted him a little anxiously: "Zhou Qingluo, why don't you go to MLM?"

"?"

"You can talk about poverty in such a fresh and refined way."

"..."

In Song Ling's heart, there was no positive energy at all, and it was really a long way to go to get him out of the haze.

Zhou Qingluo: "What's wrong with being poor? No matter how poor you are, you can earn money with your own hands. That's no better than eating and drinking from the family's dudes, right?"

After Zhou Qingluo finished speaking, he carefully observed Song Ling's expression. Song Ling's expression didn't change at all. It seemed that he didn't have any special views on eating the family and the family's playboys, which was quite natural.

Zhou Qingluo was not reconciled: "Don't you have any ideas?"

"What do you want me to think?"

"It's just... the realization that people who earn money with their own hands are actually great, don't you have it?"

"Aren't people who make money with their own hands ordinary people?"

"..." What a strange three views.

"Rich people rely on other people's hands to make money for themselves."

Zhou Qingluo couldn't think of any words to refute. After thinking about it, he even felt that what Song Ling said seemed to be correct.

This topic can't go on any longer, and Song Ling's three views will be misled if he continues to talk, "Why do you buy so much ice cream?"

"I have money."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo rolled his eyes and didn't want to talk to him, so he carried the ice cream and walked forward in silence.

Some people are simply unreasonable.

Song Ling ate the so sweet and greasy ice cream, frowning and wanted to throw it away, but thinking that the ice cream was snatched from Wu Han, he felt inexplicably delicious.

Seeing that Zhou Qingluo didn't pay any attention to him, Song Ling followed him again, and asked in a slightly more relaxed tone, "Zhou Qingluo, don't you really like Wu Han?"

Zhou Qingluo paused, turned to look at him, expressionless, "Wu Han is a high school student, I just appreciate his tenacity, understand?"

Song Ling persisted: "If you like it, start by appreciating it."

Zhou Qingluo sighed helplessly, this matter is like a project, there must be a result before it can be concluded.

When it is useless to change the topic, the way to effectively end the topic is to treat the person in the same way.

Don't some people just goof off?

He will too.

"Song Ling, aren't you jealous?"

Song Ling was eating ice cream, and after a meal, he choked and coughed non-stop.

It seems that the more embarrassed the surface is, the more empty the heart is.

Zhou Qingluo smiled triumphantly, "That day in the alley, you fell in love with Wu Han at first sight, so you tempted me crazily, for fear that I would be the first to get there?"

At this moment, Song Ling's coughing stopped, "Huh?"

"Please rest assured, I only have the appreciation from the elders to the younger generation to Wu Han. If the two of you become successful in the future, I will give you a big gift."

Song Ling hooked the corners of his mouth, then put it down without a trace, "Really?"

"Yes, a big gift!" Zhou Qingluo glared at him angrily.

Song Ling: "It's fine if you don't have one."

Seeing the relieved expression on Song Ling's face, Zhou Qingluo panicked, and imagined the scene of Song Ling and Wu Han handing out wedding candies under the big happy character, "Calm down, although Wu Han is very good, he is still just a child. Don't be such a beast, wait until you grow up."

The person who tried to change the subject became Song Ling.

He frowned, looking at the ice cream he snatched from Wu Han with disgust: "Zhou Qingluo, why do you like to eat such sweet things?"

Zhou Qingluo: "Don't you also like to eat?"

"I don't like to eat."

"If you don't like eating, what do you buy so much for?"

Song Ling paused, and said after a while, "I am willing. I have money and I can afford it. I don't want to let others treat every ice cream."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo felt that as long as he talked to Song Ling now, he would lose, let Song Ling go crazy.

The two returned home one after the other, and Song Ling entered the door first. Zhou Shoulin saw that his hands were empty, and asked, "Xiao Song, didn't you buy any ice cream?"

Song Ling touched his nose subconsciously.

Before he had time to speak, Zhou Shoulin said again: "It's just to the east of the park. Qing Luoai went there to buy it. She said the ice cream there was delicious. Didn't you find it?"

Song Ling cleared his throat and tried to change the subject, "I found it, Uncle Zhou..."

Zhou Shoulin interrupted him: "Just find it. After a while, give Qing Luo an ice cream and apologize, and he won't be angry. You are right. You can't ignore his emotions just because he is soft-hearted. After all, Qing Luo This kid Luo doesn't like others to lie to him and set him up."

Song Ling: "...?"

Song Ling felt faintly uneasy.

Standing behind Song Ling, Zhou Qingluo couldn't hold back anymore, poked his head out with a smile, and raised the two bags of ice cream in his hands.

He ignored the gradually petrified expressions of the two, and said nonchalantly, "Dad, he found it."

Song Ling walked into the room with a stiff body, while Zhou Shoulin froze in place, a little dazed.

Seeing the expressions of the two of them, Zhou Qingluo probably knew that Song Ling went to buy ice cream, and probably apologized to him.

He gladly accepted and put them neatly in the freezer.

The ice cream is brightly colored and has a complete range of flavors. It is neatly placed in the refrigerator and looks very healing.

Even if some people have a bit of conscience, let them be embarrassed, as long as he is in a good mood.

Zhou Qingluo smiled at Zhou Shoulin: "There are so many ice creams, I'm sorry to receive them, thank you dad, don't trick me in the future, and lie to me."

Zhou Shoulin was not good at expressing himself. His plan was thwarted, and he was a little embarrassed. He immediately put on a straight face, pretended to be serious and changed the subject, "Qing Luo, where are the grapes and bowls you took out just now? Lost them again?"

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Song Ling, who was sitting on the sofa, couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

Zhou Qingluo pretended not to hear, set out the ice cream, and changed the subject without a trace, "Dad, show me your online store."

Zhou Shoulin demonstrated it to Zhou Qingluo.

The interface made by Song Ling is concise and tidy, with reasonable layout and simple operation. Zhou Shoulin, an elderly man, can use it with ease. Both the appearance design and user experience are impeccable.

Song Ling's work ability should be what the boss likes the most.

Zhou Qingluo smiled happily: "It's really well done, amazing."

Song Ling snorted, "Is it better than top1?"

"..." There is no end to it.

Zhou Qingluo inexplicably felt that Song Ling's sour and mean look was quite good, at least much better than that lifeless look: "Yes, yes, Xiao Song is the most powerful."

Song Ling hooked the corner of his mouth, and patted the back of his head, "It's not big or small, call me brother."

Zhou Qingluo laughed and snorted, ignoring it.

Zhou Shoulin: "How old is Xiao Song?"

Zhou Qingluo answered for him, "He just passed his 23rd birthday, and now he is 24."

Zhou Shoulin: "That's two years older than Qing Luo, Qing Luo must be called Brother Song Ling."

Song Ling was supported by someone, "Did you hear me?"

Zhou Qingluo: "...go aside."

Zhou Shoulin took out a red envelope and handed it to Song Ling with a smile, "Xiao Song has worked hard and helped me accomplish a great event."

Song Ling froze in place, a little dazed. He had never received a red envelope since he was a child.

Isn't this thing only given during Chinese New Year and marriage?

He had attended a friend's wedding before, and the newlyweds would kneel before the elders and call them daddy, only the elders would give red envelopes.

They say it's called a change fee.

Seeing him in a daze, Zhou Qingluo yelled at him, "Take it."

"Oh, thank you Uncle Zhou."

"No thanks, no thanks, it also indicates that my business will be prosperous in the future."

Song Ling took it, opened it and saw that it contained money.

Song Ling changed hands and handed the red envelope to Zhou Qingluo.

"?"

"Changing fee, call me brother."

"Let's go, my dad gave it to you, counting the money you earned from your own rebirth, how does it feel?"

Song Ling looked at Zhou Qingluo expectantly, "It's okay."

Zhou Qingluo nodded in satisfaction, "That software company Lou Yang really recruits programmers, why don't you try?"

Zhou Shoulin also echoed: "Yes, young people are going to work, so be more enriched."

What Zhou Shoulin said just now echoed in Song Ling's mind.

Zhou Qingluo doesn't like others to lie to him the most, and he doesn't like others to trick him.

Song Ling: "By the way, Uncle Zhou, when is Qing Luo's birthday?"

"Qing Luo was born on May [-]th, which happened to be Xiaoman's solar term. His mother also said that although Xiaoman's harvest was not abundant, it was so small that it was full."

Zhou Qingluo didn't expect that it would be such a coincidence.

The original birthday was May [-]th, the same as the original owner, but what he didn't know was that it was Xiaoman's day.

520 Xiaoman?

Gee.

He couldn't help but look at Song Ling, and Song Ling also looked at him in disbelief.