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

Lu Nanchen changed into the clothes picked by Song Zhisheng and walked to the cashier to pay.

The shop assistant looked at him with a smile on her face and said in a happy tone:

"The guest looks very handsome dressed like this, but..."

Having lived in her hometown for such a long time, the young lady is very clear about how scorching the sun is on hot days.

Not wanting to embarrass the handsome guy, she carefully considered her tone and offered friendly suggestions.

"The temperature here is quite high, so it is recommended not to wear long sleeves when playing."

After she finished speaking, she pointed to the shelf on the other side and said, "Those are the new short-sleeved shirts that have just been put on the shelf. Customers can pick some out if they need them."

Lu Nanchen didn't even look in the direction of the short-sleeved shirt, but said gently to the clerk:

"Thanks for the reminder, but it's not necessary."

Song Zhisheng couldn't help laughing.

Lu Nanchen has a serious obsession with cleanliness. He definitely wouldn't be willing to walk through the crowded streets wearing short sleeves.

After paying the bill, Lu Nanchen turned around holding his changed suit and saw Song Zhisheng's uncontrollable smile on his face.

His eyes flickered slightly, and the strange feeling in his heart became even more severe.

After walking out of the clothing store together, Song Zhisheng looked to the other side of the street and happened to see Meng Changyao and others coming out of a store a few dozen meters away.

She took a closer look and found that Fu Linxing was also among them.

"Brother Lu, they are over there, let's go over there quickly."

The shopping time is almost over, it’s time to go back and gather.

Lu Nanchen nodded in agreement, but before either of them took a step, a lady in gorgeous clothes came towards them.

The woman had her hair tied up and wore jade earrings. She ran towards the two men with an anxious look on her face.

To be precise, he came for Lu Nanchen.

Because she stood directly in front of Lu Nanchen and asked.

"A Shen, is that you?"

She looked at Lu Nanchen with great anticipation, desperately trying to find a positive answer.

The sudden arrival of this person made Song Zhisheng not know how to react for a moment. He could only silently look at Lu Nanchen who was being questioned.

Compared with the lady's anxious face, Lu Nanchen's expression was relatively dull, and his eyes were as if he was looking at a complete stranger.

"You've got the wrong person."

He said this in a gentle voice and looked at the lady without changing his expression.

The lady stared at his face, muttering to herself and shaking her head.

"That's impossible. You can clearly see that..."

Before she finished speaking, her eyes turned red, and she suddenly spoke in a choked voice:

"A Shen, are you still blaming me for what I did back then? That's why you don't want to recognize me? But I have my reasons..."

As she spoke, she reached out her hand to pull Lu Nanchen.

Lu Nanchen took a step back, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, and his tone was serious:

"You really have the wrong person. Where are your family members? Do you need my help in contacting them?"

There was nothing wrong with Lu Nanchen's reaction. He acted exactly like a model young man who had been made a mistake and kindly asked if he needed help.

Only Song Zhisheng saw that one of his hands behind his back slowly clenched into a fist, with veins bulging on it. It was obvious that he had almost reached the limit of his patience.

The guess that just arose in my mind was realized at this moment.

Song Zhisheng couldn't help but turn his head and look at the lady's face carefully.

The lady in front of me was well maintained, with almost no wrinkles on her face. You couldn't tell that she was in her forties at all.

Her eyebrows...

Song Zhisheng glanced at Lu Nanchen out of the corner of his eye. If Lu Nanchen took off his glasses at this moment, the slight resemblance between their eyebrows and eyes would definitely be more obvious.

Song Zhisheng didn't dare to say anything and just stood aside and watched silently.

The noble lady's outstretched hand paused in mid-air. As she watched Lu Nanchen take a step back, a hint of hurt flashed across her eyes.

This is obviously her child, why would he not recognize her?

The lady looked at Lu Nanchen with red eyes, wanting to say something else, but when she raised her eyes, she was met with Lu Nanchen's indifferent and completely unfamiliar gaze.

This man, who somewhat resembled his son, spoke to her in a very strange and polite tone.

Now, even she herself began to doubt.

Could it be that she really made a mistake?

The self-doubt on her face was so obvious that she looked like she herself was not so clear about her son's appearance in her memory.

Song Zhisheng was already certain that this noble lady was Lu Nanchen's mother in the original plot, who abandoned him when he was very young and married a wealthy man.

Song Zhisheng was an outsider, and when he was sure that this person was the irresponsible woman, he subconsciously rejected her.

Not to mention Lu Nanchen, who was abandoned and struggled to survive and grow up alone, but now ran into his biological mother in this situation.

Seeing that Lu Nanchen's hands were clenching tighter and tighter, she was afraid that his emotions would be affected more deeply, so she took the initiative to go over and talk to the woman with a smile.

"Auntie, you must have recognized the wrong person. Do you need us to help you find someone to contact the family?"

The lady was skeptical about Lu Nanchen's words, and still had some hope in her heart.

Just when he was about to use his past memories to ask whether Lu Nanchen was really his son, the girl next to him came over and changed the subject.

She was unhappy, but she also knew that what she had done was shameful and would easily make people despise her.

This is indeed not a suitable place for conversation. She will ask someone to find the personal information of the person in front of her, and then find a quiet and elegant place to talk.

The lady had just been focusing on his face, but after taking a look at Lu Nanchen's clothes, her eyes suddenly showed indescribable heartache and guilt, mixed with a bit of barely noticeable disgust.

She stood up straight, all her previous panic and expectation gone, and acted like a lady in front of Song Zhisheng, an outsider, with a hint of apology in her tone.

"Sorry, I was distracted just now and mistook you for someone I know."

Lu Nanchen looked at Song Zhisheng, who was standing halfway between him and the woman. His eyes moved slightly, and the clenched hand behind his back suddenly loosened.

Hearing the woman's words again, the suppressed and dark emotions in his heart lessened.

With a gentle smile on his face, he said, "It's okay."

Seeing that the woman was no longer moving towards Lu Nanchen, Song Zhisheng turned around and found that Lu Nanchen seemed to have stabilized a lot, and he immediately felt relieved.

As long as Lu Nanchen can calm down, it will be fine.

The lady was about to leave, but was afraid that Lu Nanchen would forget her. After thinking for a while, she reached out and handed him her business card.

"Meeting is fate. This is my business card. If you can't find a suitable job, you can come to Yunjiang Group to find me."

Can't find a suitable job?

Lu Nanchen pondered these words over and over again with sarcasm in his heart, then reached out with a gentle face, holding the business card between two fingers and took it.