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

Lu Nanchen doesn't like other companies to take advantage of him or use his influence.

But after all, it was his miscalculation, and he had to take responsibility for it.

……

The sun slowly rises and a new day begins.

Song Zhisheng woke up from a nap. Since he had slept late the previous night, he was still a little sleepy and looked a little dazed in his daze.

After sitting on the bed in a daze for about two or three minutes, she seemed to come to her senses and looked for Meng Changyao.

The quilt on the single bed on the left was neatly folded and no one was there.

Song Zhisheng turned his gaze towards the desk, and sure enough, Meng Changyao was working there again.

Although they both played until very late, Meng Changyao was as energetic as iron and got up earlier than her every day.

Song Zhisheng sighed in his heart that Meng Changyao was really hardworking, but his face did not show any expression that showed that he was stimulated to work hard together.

Changyao has a stable job and strong abilities, so she doesn't need to worry about it. She just needs to focus on finding a few ways to make money.

A job that requires getting up early every day is not suitable for her.

Song Zhisheng lifted the quilt and got out of bed. He went to the bathroom to change his clothes and wash up before coming out.

Although Meng Changyao didn't turn around, she knew Song Zhisheng had gotten up when she heard the sound.

She carefully read the contract in her hand, signed her name on it just in time after Song Zhisheng had packed it up, and then put the contract away.

Song Zhisheng just walked over and saw Meng Changyao had packed up, so he hurriedly called her.

"Let's go. They're probably waiting downstairs by now."

Meng Changyao nodded, and the two walked out together.

The door to the room opposite was open, and Song Zhisheng called out, "Ji Ning?"

No one responded for several seconds, and Meng Changyao took over the conversation.

"She should have gone downstairs."

Song Zhisheng nodded, thinking that it would be a bit awkward if the guests were all waiting for them downstairs.

She followed Meng Changyao downstairs, quickening her pace as she said, "It's my fault. I got up a little late today."

I still have to set an alarm when I get back today.

Song Zhisheng's voice was not loud, he was just talking on the stairs, so it was easy for people downstairs to hear him.

Fu Linxing happened to be walking slowly up the stairs carrying some fruit, wanting to see if Song Zhisheng had come down, when he heard these words.

He stopped and simply stood there waiting for Song Zhisheng to come down.

Song Zhisheng walked down the stairs quickly and saw Fu Linxing standing at the entrance, holding a plate of fruit and looking at the stairs.

Before she could greet him with a smile, Fu Linxing spoke first.

"Actually, there's no need to rush down. We just came downstairs."

Song Zhisheng knew instantly that Fu Linxing must have heard what she said.

She smiled, thinking that Fu Linxing was giving her a way out.

She slowed down her rapid steps and said with a smile:

"I thought I was late coming down."

Xiao Zhi came back with the food bought by the program crew. Upon hearing this, he picked up the bag in his right hand. The aroma of dumplings and fried dough sticks inside slowly emanated, so fragrant that it immediately attracted Song Zhisheng's attention.

"Not too late, I just bought it in time for breakfast, it's still hot."

Yesterday morning the guests made their own porridge and were not full at all.

So much so that Song Zhisheng couldn't take his eyes off the familiar dumplings.

She walked down the last two steps, ignoring Fu Linxing beside her and staring straight at the dumplings.

Fu Linxing almost laughed out of anger when he saw her useless look.

He looked at Song Zhisheng's profile with dissatisfaction, and even had a bit of resentment in his eyes.

He was standing right next to her. Could it be that such a handsome guy like him was not as good as a piece of food?!

Fu Linxing knew that he was handsome, but this was the first time he narcissistically wanted people to pay attention to him.

Unfortunately, Song Zhisheng, whom he was thinking about, didn't even give him a glance at this moment.

Fu Linxing came over eagerly and tried to strike up a conversation, but the other person ignored him. He immediately thought of how he was ignored in the car last night.

The breath was stuck in his chest again. He sneered, turned around and walked straight to the dining table with a plate of fruit.

This sneer came suddenly. Song Zhisheng, who was nearby, was stunned when he heard it and felt a little puzzled.

He was fine just now, why did he suddenly get angry? Who made him angry?

Song Zhisheng followed Fu Linxing's back with his eyes, unable to figure out what was going on. He just thought that he was moody and that he had seen something that made him unhappy.

When Xiao Zhi saw Song Zhisheng looking in the direction of Fu Linxing, his eyes dimmed slightly, and he immediately spoke to divert Song Zhisheng's attention.

"Now that everyone is here, let's start eating, otherwise it will get cold and won't taste good."

After hearing this, Song Zhisheng's attention was indeed diverted back.

The group walked towards the dining table at the same time.

Without Jiang Miaotong, everyone became more casual when choosing their seats.

Song Zhisheng found a place to sit down at random. Xiao Zhida put a bag of food on the table, and then reached out and pulled out the chair next to Song Zhisheng and sat down very naturally.

Knowing what Xiao Zhi and Fu Linxing were thinking, Meng Changyao and Ji Ning certainly wouldn't be stupid enough to stand between the three of them and act as an obstacle.

The two looked at each other, pulled out the chair opposite Song Zhisheng and sat down.

The seat to Song Zhisheng's left was still empty. Fu Linxing was angry and after looking at it for a few times, he didn't go over there.

He frowned, looking fierce, and glanced at Song Zhisheng from time to time.

Song Zhisheng's attention was still on eating, and he didn't even look at him.

Xiao Zhi smiled on his face, feeling secretly happy.

He knew that as long as he had delicious food in his hands, he would have no problem getting close to Song Zhisheng.

Fu Linxing doesn't even have this awareness, so don't even think about defeating him.

Mo Jinyan quietly sat down in the second seat to Song Zhisheng's left, which was in the corner, with a calm expression, as if he didn't see anything.

In fact, he also secretly paid attention to the current situation.

Mo Jinyan reached out to straighten the slightly tilted tableware in front of him, and his eyes seemed to glance at Fu Linxing's expression unintentionally.

Within three seconds, Fu Linxing will definitely take action.

If nothing unexpected happens, this seat next to him will belong to Fu Linxing.

Mo Jinyan sat upright in a chair, still wearing the same suit. He was calm, self-possessed, and serious, making him difficult to approach.

He shifted his gaze to the right and glanced at Song Zhisheng, who was only one seat away from him, then quickly retracted his gaze and lowered his eyes, with a faint emotion in his dark eyes.

Even if there was a moment of strong emotions, he quickly concealed them and never showed any of them.

Fu Linxing soon realized that he was sulking simply to make himself unhappy.

Song Zhisheng knew nothing and was so stupid that it was useless for him to argue with him. Instead, these little tempers would easily delay his relationship with Song Zhisheng.

He comforted himself, and his dark complexion gradually improved.

The next second, he took a step and planned to walk around to the opposite side and sit next to Song Zhisheng.

As a result, just as he took a step, someone had already pulled out the chair to Song Zhisheng's left.