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

"Zhisheng, you..."

Meng Changyao opened her eyes wide and looked at Song Zhisheng, because Song Zhisheng's behavior was too sudden and her brain had not yet reacted.

Song Zhisheng smiled and put his arm around her, saying something quickly.

"It's hot, so stop being stubborn and making excuses. The most important thing is for us to go over and rest."

After he finished speaking, Song Zhisheng looked at Ji Ning, or to be more precise, at the backpack behind Ji Ning.

Ji Ning really had no strength left.

I originally wanted to decline politely, but after listening to Song Zhisheng's words, I realized that making excuses was just a disguised way of wasting time.

Now is not the time to be stubborn.

She pursed her lips, which were still a little dry after drinking the water, took off her backpack and handed it to Xiao Zhi, thanking him in a cold voice.

"Thank you, please."

"No trouble."

Xiao Zhi smiled and waved his hand, his eyes sweeping over Song Zhisheng.

The closeness and distance between people are very clear.

Now that his sweetheart is here, he would of course want to help Song Zhisheng reduce his burden.

"Zhisheng, your bag..."

However, before Xiao Zhi could finish his words, Song Zhisheng refused with a smile.

"I still have some strength, so you don't need to help me. Just be careful when you walk with the bag."

Song Zhisheng's face was sunburned red, but his eyes were still bright and attracted people's attention.

Seeing that she refused so straightforwardly, Xiao Zhi couldn't insist, so he could only nod and turn around, carrying a backpack in one hand and walking towards the pavilion first.

"Then I'll go over and see if there's anything I can use in the pavilion."

The backpacks of the two female guests were lighter than Xiao Zhi's, so he didn't feel so tired carrying them together.

Seeing that Song Zhisheng was still carrying a bag, Meng Changyao was afraid of burdening him, so she let go of Song Zhisheng's arm and walked towards the pavilion with Ji Ning supporting each other.

As soon as he took a step, his legs felt extremely sore, silently mocking Meng Changyao's overestimation of his own abilities.

Meng Changyao was silent for a moment, then he remembered what he had casually said two hours ago about wanting to exercise, and he became more determined.

She took two difficult steps, turned her head and said:

"Zhisheng, hurry up and catch up."

Song Zhisheng was so hot that he fanned himself with his hands and felt that the place where the sun hat touched his forehead was covered with sweat.

"You go first, I'll follow right away."

After saying that, she turned her head and looked at the three male guests behind her.

"Are you guys okay?"

If nothing unexpected happens, she and Xiao Zhi should be the most physically fit among the group.

Song Zhisheng was afraid that the three people might also need help, but because he was a male guest, he was embarrassed to ask, so he took the initiative to ask.

After being asked this question, Fu Linxing's expression of being extremely tired immediately disappeared, and his eyes became energetic.

"I'm fine. I should be fine if I walk a little longer."

Fu Linxing's reluctance to be looked down upon by his beloved emerged again.

He stood up straight, brushed back the wet hair on his forehead with one hand, revealing his smooth forehead, looked straight ahead, and strode forward.

On the other side, Lu Nanchen's hair on his forehead was also all wet, but his expression was still calm. He had been climbing the mountain for such a long time, but he didn't look tired at all.

Song Zhisheng was a little surprised by this and knew that he had completely underestimated others.

She thought Lu Nanchen would not be able to maintain his dignified demeanor and would look a little embarrassed.

I didn't expect that he was in such good physical condition.

Song Zhisheng shifted his gaze to look at Mo Jinyan, who was the last one left. Mo Jinyan had a cold face and sweat dripped down his cheeks. He was also tired, but he didn't look strenuous.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Song Zhisheng always felt that the blue color under his eyes seemed to have faded a little, and he didn't look as tired as before.

Lu Nanchen looked up at her, said softly that it was okay, and walked towards the pavilion.

After climbing the mountain for such a long time, Lu Nanchen's heart has now completely calmed down.

Song Zhisheng hadn't done anything to annoy him so far, so he temporarily attributed his suspicion of Song Zhisheng to his own paranoia.

Just observe more and get closer.

Song Zhisheng watched him walk forward and his eyes subconsciously followed him.

I don’t know if Lu Nanchen is still thinking about Li Yun.

If she only looked at the original plot, she could never imagine that Li Yun would have such a great influence on Lu Nanchen.

While picking clothes together, Song Zhisheng was still sighing in his heart that Lu Nanchen was becoming more and more integrated into the atmosphere.

It can be seen that after meeting Li Yun, Lu Nanchen seemed to have more interactions with the guests, but in fact he was more distant than before.

As Song Zhisheng spent more time with Lu Nanchen, he felt it most clearly.

But this is someone else's private matter, and it is not appropriate for her as an outsider to interfere.

I could only watch Lu Nanchen pretending to communicate with others.

I hope the heroine can help him and warm him up later.

Song Zhisheng withdrew his gaze, and only after Mo Jinyan came over did he walk towards the pavilion.

Mo Jinyan's eyes were always indifferent as he looked at the pavilion in front of him, acting as if he didn't care about anything.

But when Song Zhisheng followed Lu Nanchen forward, he frowned slightly and looked at Song Zhisheng.

This was a completely thoughtless and subconscious action.

After reacting, Mo Jinyan recalled his inner thoughts not long ago, felt that something was wrong, and immediately looked away.

Only the downward drooping corners of his lips revealed that he was not in a good mood.

The pavilion was not very big, with a round stove in the middle. The guests sat in a circle on marble seats.

The marble was icy cool, instantly driving away some of the heat.

Meng Changyao had just drunk some water and now looked much better.

Seeing Song Zhisheng coming, he took the initiative to move to the right to make room for her.

"Zhisheng, please sit down and take a rest."

Song Zhisheng sat down, took out a bottle of water and drank some, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and relaxed completely.

She saw Xiao Zhi squatting in front of the stove, trying to light a fire with a flint, but failed to do so after several attempts. She subconsciously asked:

"No lighter?"

As soon as he said this, Xiao Zhi looked up and shook his head awkwardly.

It was only at this time that Song Zhisheng realized that he had asked a nonsense question.

In the plot, none of the four male protagonists smoke.

Where does a non-smoker get a lighter?

She took a deep breath and it was over.

Director Li said there was a place to cook upstairs, so they bought a few sets of bowls and chopsticks, as well as instant noodles, vegetables, sausages and so on.

Now, without a lighter, if the flint can’t produce fire, you can only eat instant noodles and bread.

Speaking of this, Meng Changyao felt a little guilty:

"It's my fault. There was a lighter next to the checkout counter at the grocery store, but I didn't buy one."

Song Zhisheng looked at her with a disapproving tone:

"How can I blame you? Didn't we all think of that?"

Ji Ning: "Don't think too much, eating more bread can also replenish your energy."

Lu Nanchen, who had just washed his face, saw that Xiao Zhi didn't seem to be very good at using the flint. He glanced at the instant noodle bag sticking out of his backpack. After a moment of silence, he suddenly stepped forward, extended his hand, and said in a gentle tone:

"Let me do it."