She is deeply trapped in the Shura field, and the love-brained boss is mad

Song Zhisheng returned to the villa and quickly walked up the stairs to his room.

When I opened the door, I found Ji Ning was there too.

Seeing her come back, Meng Changyao stood up and said, "Zhisheng, you're back. Come here quickly. We're waiting for you."

Meng Changyao had a smile on her face, and there were three cups of hot tea on the small table in front of her.

Across the small table, Ji Ning was shuffling a deck of cards.

After Meng Changyao finished speaking, Ji Ning also looked up at Song Zhisheng and said in a cold voice:

"Let's play cards and relax."

Two unpleasant things happened in succession tonight. Ji Ning was worried that Song Zhisheng would be in a bad mood, so she wanted to play cards to relax.

Song Zhisheng, who had originally planned to come back to wash up, pack up and rest immediately, immediately became interested when he saw this.

Her eyes lit up, she stretched out her hand and made a ten to the two of them, and said in a light tone:

"Wait for me ten minutes."

Song Zhisheng picked up the spare clothes he had prepared early in the morning, quickly washed and changed, and then put the dirty clothes into the washing machine.

Then she quickly ran and sat down on the cushion in front of the small table, her eyes bright.

"Licensing!"

Ji Ning's lips curled up slightly, she smiled very lightly, and quickly dealt the cards in her hand.

……

The second floor is the male guest’s residence.

Fu Linxing returned to the house with the bouquet of flowers in her hand.

Under the light, the pink tulips are particularly delicate and eye-catching.

Fu Linxing looked down at the bouquet of flowers in his hand. He should have been happy to receive the flowers packed by Song Zhisheng.

But at this moment, he could always recall Xiao Zhi's ridicule of him, and the way Song Zhisheng stared at the strange man intently when he got off the car.

"..."

Fu Linxing frowned. The more he thought about it, the more unhappy he felt. He just stood in front of the sofa without saying a word.

The angry and dissatisfied look in his eyes when he stared at the bouquet made Xiao Zhi think for a moment that he was planning to throw the flowers away.

He took out the bottle of safflower oil, rubbed it on the wound, and leaned against the wall to watch Fu Linxing, who was so angry that he wanted to vent his anger.

Although he didn't say a word, Xiao Zhi's whole body was filled with a sense of superiority.

He was actually angry at first, but when his love rival Fu Linxing became angry, he suddenly felt very happy and there was no need to be angry at all.

Fu Linxing was angry, and even felt like a clown when looking at the bouquet of flowers in his hand that he had asked for.

His proud self-esteem was hurt, and Fu Linxing let out a sigh and almost threw the flowers in his hand away.

But before he could move, his only remaining rationality stopped him.

No matter what, this was done by Song Zhisheng, and he didn't want to regret it after it fell.

Fu Linxing didn't drop the flowers, but he was really unhappy.

Out of the corner of his eye he happened to see the game console that had caused him to lose five times in a row. He reached out and picked it up as if he had found something to vent his anger, and then decisively threw it into the corner.

As for the bouquet of pink tulips, he carefully placed it on the cabinet against the wall.

Xiao Zhi, who witnessed the whole process: "..."

Director Li and the staff, who had just watched for a while after dealing with all the troubles, sat in front of the screen:

"..."

They had never seen such a childish person.

Xiao Zhi had an indescribable expression on his face, and he looked at Fu Linxing as if he was a fool.

Such a person is his love rival, which is simply a humiliation to him.

He put away the safflower oil, didn't look at it again, turned and went into the bathroom to wash his hands.

The door of the room opposite the two of them was open. Mo Jinyan heard footsteps coming up the stairs quickly and immediately recognized that it was Song Zhisheng.

If it was Lu Nanchen, the footsteps would definitely not sound like this.

Mo Jinyan sat on the edge of the bed. There were new earplugs placed on the bed on the left, and the one in his hand was the one Song Zhisheng bought for him today.

There was no emotion in his dark eyes, and he stared calmly at the earphones in his hand.

Outsiders have no idea what he is thinking at this moment.

Mo Jinyan stared at it for a while. In the past, he would have simply thrown away the object that was no longer useful to him.

But now, looking at the pair of earplugs in his hand, he did not throw them away immediately.

He actually didn't have any thoughts in his mind, but subconsciously, he didn't seem to want to throw it away.

After a few seconds of silence, he stood up and put the earplugs in his suitcase.

Then, as if he had not done anything, he lifted the quilt and got into bed, took out the work diary from under the pillow and started writing.

The male guests were doing their own things quietly, while the three female guests upstairs were having a great time.

Song Zhisheng covered the cards with his hand and took a careful look at them, then immediately covered them up, looked up and smiled at the two of them.

"If no one else comes out, I will."

Meng Changyao had several notes stuck on her face. Upon hearing this, she looked at Ji Ning helplessly, indicating that she had no big cards left.

Ji Ning was silent for a moment, then looked down at the cards she had left, then turned her gaze towards Song Zhisheng and said:

"I can't beat you either, so you go ahead."

Song Zhisheng immediately laughed, slapped the table with his left hand, and threw the two cards in his hand directly with his right hand.

"To three."

She had nothing in her hands at this time, and the two cards she had just dealt were her last. She won again.

After taking the risk of playing a pair of one, Song Zhisheng won the game again with the smallest card.

Among the three people present, Song Zhisheng had the least number of notes on his face, only one.

Meng Changyao lost the most times among the three.

There were several notes stuck on Ji Ning's cold face, and the cold and aloof feeling of keeping strangers away disappeared a lot, adding a bit of funny feeling.

Another note was stuck on Meng Changyao's face, and she really couldn't play anymore.

She lay on the table and couldn't help sighing:

"Zhi Sheng, you are so amazing! Ji Ning and I combined can't beat you."

Song Zhisheng looked at the time. It was already half past ten and it was almost time to go to bed.

She replied with a smile as she sorted the cards.

"I've played a lot with older people who know how to play, but it's nothing serious."

Seeing that she was in really good condition, Ji Ning felt relieved.

She peeled off the strips on her face and stood up. "It's getting late. I'm going to go back and rest. See you tomorrow."

Song Zhisheng and Meng Changyao also took off the strips on their faces and stood up to see her off.

The door opened, and Ji Ning was about to turn around and go back to the room when Meng Changyao suddenly spoke.

"Huh? Why is there a note stuck in the crack of the door?"

As Meng Changyao spoke, he squatted down and picked up the note.

After taking a closer look, he smiled and handed the note to Song Zhisheng with a teasing tone.

"Now you don't have to worry about it anymore. Someone has quietly sent you the secret recipe you want."

Song Zhisheng took the note and looked down. The method of making sweet and sour spare ribs and the points that needed attention were described clearly.

At the end, there is a thumbs-up sign with the words "Come on" written next to it.

When you see it, you feel warm in your heart.