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

Xiao Zhi felt a little ashamed.

He even kept saying that he had the best relationship with Song Zhisheng to criticize Fu Linxing.

But in fact, he did not do it well at all.

Others had already given gifts and coaxed people before him before he realized it.

Xiao Zhi pursed his thin lips, feeling a burning sensation on his face.

Lu Nanchen noticed his gaze, but ignored it and looked in the direction of Song Zhisheng.

Song Zhisheng lowered his eyes, looking very depressed, and the smile on his face disappeared.

Lu Nanchen retracted his gaze, put down the water in his hand, and then looked at Xiao Zhi with a meaningful expression in his eyes.

He observed things very carefully, so when Song Zhisheng affirmed Fu Linxing's words and glanced at him vaguely, he immediately restrained his emotions and looked very calm.

Mo Jinyan, who was standing aside, was always indifferent. When he noticed Song Zhisheng's eyes looking at him, he immediately regained his composure and looked flawless.

The corners of Lu Nanchen's lips rose for a moment, but Xiao Zhi, who was provoked by Fu Linxing's eyes, couldn't help but stare at Fu Linxing with a cold face and compete with him.

It was rare that I lost my temper and did something stupid, and Song Zhisheng happened to see it.

A dark light flashed in Lu Nanchen's eyes.

Among his love rivals, the one he cares about most is Xiao Zhi.

Xiao Zhi and Song Zhisheng are too close and have too many common topics, which makes them too threatening to him.

It would not be a good thing for him if Song Zhisheng continued to trust him like this.

This is just right now, he can repair his phone with peace of mind at night.

Lu Nanchen rested too little last night and still looked a little tired, but he was very happy in his heart.

Lunch time is over.

Grandpa Mo got up and took out the fishing rod from his car, moved a small chair and sat by the lake to fish.

Song Zhisheng and others gathered around, and each of them brought a small stool and sat not far away to watch.

Enjoy the scenery while waiting for the fish to bite.

Grandpa Mo was holding a fishing rod and wearing a black hat on his head. The seriousness on his face had mostly disappeared and he looked very comfortable.

He heard some movement behind him, turned his head, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"You young people should go and have fun. There's no need to sit here with an old man like me."

He is at an age full of energy, so there is no need to come over to accompany him.

Mr. Mo was thinking this, but who knew Song Zhisheng would say something so sweet.

"Grandpa looks very professional, we can learn from him."

Grandpa Mo couldn't hold back when he heard this, he smiled and said helplessly:

"Don't praise me too much, girl. I'm an old man with limited skills, so I may not be able to catch it."

Song Zhisheng tilted his head and smiled: "Why do I feel that I will definitely catch fish today?"

She just had this hunch.

"If we do catch something, we'll make fish and tofu soup. If we don't, we'll make tofu soup. Anyway, we'll have a soup anyway."

Xiao Zhi said with a smile.

Song Zhisheng looked at him, didn't say anything else, just smiled.

Xiao Zhi had a happy smile on his face and did not notice the change in Song Zhisheng's attitude for the time being.

Grandpa Mo shook his head: "Since you all said so, I, an old man, must find a way to catch one."

We can't let the younger ones down.

Grandma Mo sat beside him and encouraged him: "Keep working hard, old man. If you can catch a big fish, you can show off to your fishing friends when you get home."

"No, no matter how big or small, I'll be satisfied if I can catch one."

Grandpa Mo quickly refused, saying that he had no experience in catching big fish, so it would be better not to brag.

Meng Changyao couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

Song Zhisheng also smiled.

The afternoon sun was warm, and if it hadn't been so cold at night, Song Zhisheng would even think it was summer.

She looked up and squinted at the sun above her head.

It must be very cold in S City right now. It will snow soon.

Song Zhisheng twisted his neck comfortably, emptying his mind and stopping thinking about those things.

A group of people sat leisurely by the lake to rest, without any high expectations of whether they could catch any fish.

As a result, half an hour later, Grandpa Mo suddenly sat up straight. His back looked very excited, but the words he spoke were light and light.

"Old lady, there's a fish on the hook."

Grandma Mo immediately looked over and saw the fishing line shaking. She shouted in surprise:

"There's actually a fish on the hook!"

Song Zhisheng was resting comfortably with his eyes closed, but when he heard the voice, he immediately came to his senses and opened his eyes quickly.

The next second, she stood up from the chair and walked over.

The others also came over.

Grandpa Mo calmly put the fish he caught into the bucket.

Song Zhisheng took a look and found that the fish was not small, at least three pounds.

Her eyes lit up instantly, and she looked up at Grandpa Mo. Before she could speak, Grandpa Mo looked at the fish in the bucket and said something.

"This one is OK, but not as big as I imagined."

Although he spoke with disgust, there was actually an unconcealable smile in his eyes.

Song Zhisheng swallowed the words back and couldn't help but smile at the old man who was pretending to be calm.

Meng Changyao couldn't help laughing and followed Grandpa Mo's words and said, "Grandpa, don't say that. This fish is very big."

Fu Linxing followed closely and said, "The free fish we can eat today is all thanks to Grandpa's fishing skills."

Grandpa Mo is usually very calm, but at this moment he was so fooled that he lost his mind.

"I'll try again, maybe I can catch a few more."

He sat down, cast his rod, and this time looked particularly focused.

Song Zhisheng didn't close his eyes to rest either, but watched quietly with anticipation.

Strangely enough, Mr. Mo’s fishing ability is average, and sometimes he even catches nothing after half a day.

But today I don’t know if I was particularly lucky or what, but I actually caught five or six fish in a row, and they were all quite big.

Mr. Mo was so happy that he felt his face was shining when he spoke.

Song Zhisheng watched the fish in the bucket increase in number, and kept praising the old man as if he was free, which made the old man smile more and more.

At five o'clock, after the last fish was caught, Grandpa Mo put away the fishing rod.

"Take this fish home and make soup. Wild fish are the most nutritious."

Song Zhisheng was startled and asked, "Grandpa, aren't you going back with us?"

"We came out for a trip, and we should go back soon."

Grandpa Mo put his things in order, looked at Song Zhisheng carefully, and then spoke to the three female guests:

"The fish soup is ready, you three should drink more. You are too thin and growing."

Grandpa Mo is actually not a talkative person, but he was in a good mood today, so he gave a few more instructions.

After saying a few words, he realized that he seemed to be talking too much and shut up.

Song Zhisheng smiled and agreed directly: "Grandpa, we will remember this and drink more fish soup when we get back."

Grandpa Mo's expression relaxed, and he didn't say anything else. Instead, he looked at Mo Jinyan.

"Xiao Yan, come here, I have something to tell you."