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

"what?"

Song Zhisheng was a little confused, and then he realized that Mo Jinyan wanted to borrow the vegetable washing bowl she was using.

She stood up with the basin in her hand, covered the vegetables in the basin with one hand and poured out the water.

"If you use a basin, wait for me to wash the vegetables again."

Mo Jinyan heard this, nodded, and took a step aside: "Okay."

Song Zhisheng walked to the water pipe, filled half a basin with water, and washed the vegetables thoroughly.

Then, use both hands to take out the vegetables and drain the water.

"I'll leave the basin to you. I'll take the vegetables back first."

If I go back now, I'll be able to cook the food in time.

Song Zhisheng finished speaking quickly, and without waiting for Mo Jinyan to answer, he turned around and quickened his pace back to the pavilion.

Mo Jinyan subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction Song Zhisheng was walking, but he only saw his back.

He clenched the chopsticks in his right hand, frowned slightly, and had a tense face, somewhat annoyed with himself being influenced and out of control.

It was obvious that she had already made up her mind to stay away from Song Zhisheng.

Why can't I do it? I always want to turn my gaze to where she is...

Just as Mo Jinyan was about to look away, he saw Lu Nanchen standing aside out of the corner of his eye.

Immediately, he suppressed all the emotions on his face and his expression became calm and composed.

Act as if nothing happened.

He was deliberately hiding his thoughts.

Lu Nanchen calmly watched the man calm down and think to himself, as expected, it was no coincidence that Mo Jinyan's gaze fell on Song Zhisheng several times.

Among the other three male guests, Mo Jinyan was the calmest and most controlled, and revealed the least emotion.

If he hadn't happened to discover it when he was paying close attention to Song Zhisheng's every move, he really wouldn't have known.

Hidden very deep.

Lu Nanchen reached out and pushed his glasses up, his eyes filled with deep emotions that were difficult to fathom.

Without saying hello, he turned around and returned to the pavilion.

When Song Zhisheng returned to the pavilion, the water had already boiled.

Fu Linxing and Xiao Zhi were downstairs at this time.

Fu Linxing put the pancake into the water against the steaming heat, turned his head to look at the entrance of the pavilion, wanting to see if Song Zhisheng had returned. Unexpectedly, he actually saw Song Zhisheng.

Instead of watching the show, he became alert. Fu Linxing had long since gotten out of the state of being at odds with himself.

When he looked at Song Zhisheng, he regained his warm and sunny look.

"Song Zhisheng, you're back?"

Song Zhisheng looked at him, smiled and nodded: "Yeah."

Her attitude was neither cold nor warm, and was not as natural as when she was with Fu Linxing before.

But Fu Linxing didn't notice this.

He put several pieces of bread into the water, clapped his hands and walked towards Song Zhisheng with a smile, reaching out to take the lettuce that was dripping with water from her hand.

"It'll take a while for the noodles to cook, so let me take the dishes first."

It's tiring to hold it like this all the time.

Fu Linxing stretched out his hand, but before it touched the food, Song Zhisheng moved his hands to avoid his movement.

He was stunned and looked at Song Zhisheng, his eyes seemed a little helpless.

Although Song Zhisheng tried to avoid his contact, it was not intentional this time.

Afraid that Fu Linxing might misunderstand, she smiled and explained:

"These dishes are quite loose and might fall when someone else takes them. I'll take them."

She said this with a smile, no longer looking at Fu Linxing, but looking at the big pot from which steam was rising.

Fu Linxing nodded as if he understood. It was indeed something he had not considered.

He didn't sit down, but stood beside Song Zhisheng, stealing a glance from the corner of his eyes from time to time. He restrained himself and didn't look at him openly.

Song Zhisheng felt the gazes falling on him from time to time, his eyes trembled, and he pretended to smile.

Fu Linxing didn't know that his peeking was very obvious.

Is this ever going to end?

Song Zhisheng felt so sad that she couldn't even cry. As long as her relationship couldn't get back on track, she would always be worried.

I raised my eyes slightly and looked up at the clear sky with the sun shining high in the sky.

She was afraid that it would turn gloomy in the next second and a bolt of lightning would strike her.

Song Zhisheng kept smiling, lowered his head, and stared at the big pot.

Lu Nanchen, who came back with Song Zhisheng, looked at the two people standing together. His gaze paused for a second, then he looked away and sat down again in his seat.

When Mo Jinyan returned with the washed dishes, the water in the pot was just boiling.

"Brother Mo, give me a pair of chopsticks."

Xiao Zhi looked at the big pot and said something quickly.

Mo Jinyan was holding something in one hand and couldn't hand it to him separately, so he frowned slightly.

Song Zhisheng turned his head and saw this. He seemed to have thought of something and quickly winked at Meng Changyao.

Doesn’t Chang Yao want to see if there is any fate between her and Mo Jinyan?

Then you have to take the initiative at the right time!

When Song Zhisheng thought of this, tears welled up in his eyes, and he rescued her by the way.

Meng Changyao received Song Zhisheng's gaze and immediately understood.

She took the initiative to stand up and took a step forward: "I'll get it for you."

Meng Changyao lowered her gaze, reached out, and carefully pulled out a pair of chopsticks from Mo Jinyan's hand.

The biggest disadvantage of being thin-skinned is that you blush too easily.

Such a simple action made her face flush, and she didn't dare to look up at Mo Jinyan's expression.

After pulling out the chopsticks, Meng Changyao slowly breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and quickly handed the chopsticks to Xiao Zhi.

Xiao Zhishou took the chopsticks and immediately stirred the noodles in the pot.

The gurgling sound of water boiling in the pot suddenly became smaller.

Only then did Xiao Zhi turn his head to look at Song Zhisheng with a familiar smile on his lips.

"Zhisheng, you can serve the food now."

Song Zhisheng was waiting for this moment. He took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and put all the vegetables in his hand into the pot.

Then he went straight back to his seat and sat down without even looking at Fu Linxing.

Song Zhisheng relaxed because he was away from Fu Linxing.

Meng Changyao, who had just sat down next to him, blushed slightly because she had come into contact with the person she wanted to contact. She was probably unable to calm down for a while.

Ji Ning on the far right swept her clear eyes over the two of them, shook her head slightly, said nothing, and lowered her head to cut the last box of luncheon meat on the chopping board.

Song Zhisheng and his men had all sat down, so if Fu Linxing continued to stand, he would look like a fool.

He glanced sideways at Song Zhisheng, then sat back in his seat with a look of disappointment in his eyes.

For some reason, he felt that Song Zhisheng's attitude towards him today was indeed a little strange.

It seems a little unfamiliar.

When Fu Linxing thought of this, he felt uncomfortable.

After seeing everyone leave, Mo Jinyan placed the bowl and chopsticks in his hands on the marble and returned to his seat.

His expression was calm and composed, and he showed no emotional fluctuations due to Meng Changyao's previous contact.

He lowered his eyes, and the thoughts of his family and the elders of the Meng family were clear.

He had always ignored it and didn't care about it before. Besides the fact that he himself didn't have this idea, there was another reason.

He knew that Meng Changyao didn't like him.

It's nothing more than following the arrangements of my family.

Mo Jinyan thought for a moment, his eyes dim. He thought he should find a time to make things clear.