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

Song Zhisheng and Meng Changyao: "Good night."

The door of the room closed in front of them, and the two looked at each other.

I hope I can have a peaceful night.

After returning to the room, Song Zhisheng immediately went to wash up, and then fell directly onto the soft big bed.

Staring at the ceiling, Song Zhisheng was a little dazed:

"After being on the show for a few days, I feel like my phone addiction has been cured."

Handing in mobile phones is not entirely because we don’t want them to know what’s going on online, but a big part of the reason is to make them bored and force them to interact to pass the time and create something interesting to watch.

If Song Zhisheng didn't have a watch on his hand to check the time, he wouldn't even know what time it was.

Meng Changyao stood on the balcony, wiped her face, hung up the towel, and said with emotion:

"Yeah, if I hadn't come to the show, I would have just returned home from working overtime to process the contract."

She walked back into the room, applying skincare products to her face while continuing:

"Then order a light dinner, play with your phone for a while, wash up and go to bed."

Song Zhisheng sat up and looked at her in surprise:

"We have to work overtime. It sounds tiring."

After being surprised, Song Zhisheng shook his head:

"We are the same age, and you are already comfortable negotiating cooperation with the client, while I have just entered the workforce. How can the gap between people be so huge?"

After saying that, he leaned back and lay back on the bed with a look of dejection on his face.

Meng Changyao smiled and comforted her: "Everyone has to work, I just started one step ahead of you."

She looked at Song Zhisheng, who looked like he was acting badly, and smiled helplessly, with a hint of envy flashing in the depths of her eyes.

"Zhisheng, I actually envy you."

Song Zhisheng sat up again, looked at her puzzledly and asked, "What do you envy me for?"

I envy you because you must have elders in your family who love you very much.

Meng Changyao looked at her, thinking in his heart, but did not say it out loud.

She knew that Song Zhisheng's parents were not on good terms, and Song Zhisheng grew up with her father and aunt.

Song Zhisheng may have been heartbroken because of someone in her family, but she definitely did not grow up in an environment lacking love.

He is thoughtful, takes the initiative to care about the people around him, and has a cheerful personality.

In other words, she has a natural talent for love.

While Meng Changyao was influenced by her, she often felt that her soul was lifeless.

She is good at work but terrible at having friends.

Many times in daily life, she would choose to sit alone because she didn't know how to start a conversation.

On the rare occasions when I actively interact with my colleagues, I will find an excuse to end the topic because I see the impatience in their eyes.

She's really good at reading people's expressions.

She was very happy when Song Zhisheng took the initiative to talk to her.

While happily replying, I also had to be careful not to talk too much and appear to be talkative.

But Song Zhisheng listened to her very seriously. Even if someone called Song Zhisheng in the middle of the conversation, Song Zhisheng would answer, but he would always remember to ask her after turning around: "And then?"

Time and time again, someone as cautious as her actually became a little more cheerful.

Meng Changyao didn't know if it was because of the phone call from her parents that she was thinking so much today.

She looked at Song Zhisheng, who was waiting for her answer with anticipation, and replied with a smile.

"I envy you for completing your studies step by step."

Unlike her, I didn't rush into higher education and ended up losing contact with my previous friends.

Meng Changyao said this in a very relaxed tone with a gentle smile on her face.

Song Zhisheng looked at her with his eyes, as if he could see into the depths of her heart.

She did not laugh with Meng Changyao, but thought for a moment, stood up, stretched out her arms towards Meng Changyao, and made a gesture of hugging.

"Want a hug?" she asked.

Meng Changyao was stunned and didn't react for a moment. Her mind seemed to suddenly go blank.

"what?"

Her voice was light and vague, with a hint of confusion in her voice.

Song Zhisheng pointed at his eyes with one finger, looked at Meng Changyao and said:

"Changyao, your eyes tell me that you are a little tired and need a hug."

Most of the communication between people is expressed through words.

But sometimes, the inexpressible difficulties, collapse, and fatigue will appear in the eyes in a fragile form and be noticed by others.

Coincidentally, at this point in time, she saw the fatigue that was hard to conceal in Chang Yao's eyes.

Song Zhisheng didn't know what had happened to Meng Changyao that made her look so tired.

She was happy to give her a hug, though.

Meng Changyao heard every word Song Zhisheng said very clearly. She didn't know how Song Zhisheng found out, and she didn't know if she had caused trouble for others.

In an instant, a lot of thoughts went through her mind.

But Song Zhisheng's serious eyes and comforting smile made her feel rarely at ease.

Without having time to think, she took action and reached out to hug Song Zhisheng.

She felt the peace of mind she couldn't get at home from a hug.

Meng Changyao is very good at observing people's words and expressions. Song Zhisheng is the first person she has met who responds to her gaze and gives her sincere comfort.

Meng Changyao's eyes were a little red and she didn't say anything.

Song Zhisheng hugged her back and patted her shoulder.

Everyone has moments of weakness, there's nothing strange about that.

Song Zhisheng remembered something and felt that it was a good time to say it to comfort Meng Changyao.

"By the way, my aunt is coming back. She knows I've made some good friends on the show, and she wants to cook for you all and invite you to her house for dinner."

"After this episode is finished, you and An Ning must come to my house for dinner."

Meng Changyao agreed silently and withdrew from the hug.

Now that her low mood had passed, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

She is an adult, but she still needs such comfort to feel better.

Song Zhisheng didn't think it was a big deal. Good friends could help each other out of low moods by hugging each other. Several elders in her family said so.

"If you feel tired, take a good rest."

Song Zhisheng stood up and took a piece of clothing to cover the camera, turned off the lights and returned to speak.

Meng Changyao smiled and nodded, then lay down on the bed and covered herself with the quilt, feeling very safe.

At this moment, she threw all her parents' questions and dissatisfied scolding behind her.

"Good night."

Song Zhisheng closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep, and replied, "Good night."

……

Early the next morning, footsteps were heard on the stairs in the villa.

The camera pointed at the stairwell on the first floor flashed a red dot, and the first person coming down the stairs gradually became clear in the camera.

"It's Teacher Lu. Teacher Lu is so early today."

The staff member's tone was full of surprise.

Director Li took a closer look and saw on the big screen that Lu Nanchen walked straight past the living room towards the front door.

"Quick, make some hot tea right away. He's coming."

Less than two minutes after he finished speaking, the door of the business car was pushed open. Lu Nanchen didn't even get in the car, and his first words were:

"I'm going to use the designated inquiry card."