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

Mo Jinyan nodded lightly, helped his grandfather carry the things, and followed him to the car.

Grandpa Mo put the things in the trunk, turned his head and looked at him seriously.

"Xiao Yan, since neither you nor Xiao Yao have that intention, your grandma and I won't force you."

"We will explain everything to the Meng family, but you also know the personalities of your Uncle Meng and Aunt Meng..."

Grandpa Mo frowned slightly when he said this.

The two families lived close to each other, and Meng Changyao had a good personality, so when the Meng family came to them wanting to get married, he and his wife agreed and asked them to let the two children get along with each other.

But now, Grandpa Mo shook his head. Even if he explained it clearly, with the personalities of those two people, they would probably just think that Xiaoyao didn't do enough.

Grandpa Mo knew in his heart that love could not be forced.

"If you really want to, please go there after this episode and explain things clearly, so that Xiaoyao doesn't suffer any injustice."

Mo Jinyan thought of the Meng family couple, who were decisive and strong-willed in the business world. After a while, he nodded silently.

"I remember."

When Mr. Mo heard this, he knew that he would go, and his eyes were filled with relief.

Mo Jinyan hesitated for a moment, then organized his words and said:

"Grandpa, I..."

He clenched his hands nervously, wanting to know what his grandfather thought.

Mr. Mo glanced at him and knew what he was going to say at a glance.

The seriousness on his face faded away, and he said casually:

"Just do whatever you want to do. Don't worry about whether an old man like me will be unhappy."

His grandson developed this problem after that incident.

Before doing anything, I always habitually ask him and his wife what they think, for fear that they will be unhappy.

Mr. Mo has always been decisive and efficient in his work. He was dissatisfied with this extra flaw of his and felt that he was too indecisive.

But just like the old woman said, the shadow of childhood is not so easy to disappear.

He wanted him to get better too much and he was too anxious.

Grandpa Mo felt very guilty when he looked at his tall, steady and well-mannered grandson in front of him.

If he hadn't failed to educate his son well and raised such a bastard, his grandson wouldn't have been unable to get out of the nightmare for so many years.

He closed the trunk and looked at Mo Jinyan:

"Xiao Yan, you...you have to remember that when pursuing a girl, you have to be serious and let her see your sincerity."

Another particularly important point is to remember to be happy.

However, it was really awkward to say this. It was rare for Mr. Mo to say so much to him today.

After he finished speaking, he said with a stern face:

"Okay, that's all. We should go now. You can go back."

Grandma Mo thought he was finally going to open his mouth and say something caring, but she didn't expect him to change his words at the critical moment.

Grandma Mo curled her lips, glared at him, turned her head and smiled as she instructed Mo Jinyan.

"Xiao Mo, remember to drink plenty of water. The temperature will drop quickly in the next two days. Remember to put on more clothes."

Mo Jinyan said, "I understand, grandma."

The two patriarchs' cars drove away. Mo Jinyan stood by the roadside for a long time before he looked away and turned back.

The expression on his face seemed much more relaxed, and his whole body exuded a much less unapproachable aura.

Several female guests packed up their picnic items, and Xiao Zhi stepped forward and picked up the bucket containing the fish.

Song Zhisheng was holding a bag of uneaten snacks. When he saw Mo Jinyan coming back, he looked past him and behind him.

"Are grandparents gone yet?"

When Mo Jinyan heard her voice, he immediately looked at her, hummed, and said, "They said there were still a few places they hadn't visited, so they left first."

Song Zhisheng nodded, feeling a little reluctant.

She found the shadows of her elders in Grandpa Mo and Grandma Mo.

They are all very nice people.

The return journey was very long. Song Zhisheng looked at the front row and found that Lu Nanchen was resting with his eyes closed.

Lu Nanchen did not appear in front of the camera this afternoon and was catching up on his sleep in the car.

Song Zhisheng looked at his profile, and while he was impressed by his outstanding appearance, he also clearly saw that he still looked a little tired after catching up on his sleep.

How big of a problem could it be that it looks so tiring?

She thought unconsciously.

In the front row, Lu Nanchen felt much less mentally exhausted and was resting with his eyes closed.

He noticed it the moment Song Zhisheng looked at him.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, but he didn't open his eyes, just pretending to be asleep, pretending that he didn't notice anything.

Song Zhisheng thought for a while, and felt that he was just thinking about things that had nothing to do with him, so he looked away.

When Lu Nanchen felt her gaze shift away, his expression relaxed and he slowly opened his eyes to look at the rearview mirror inside the car.

The self in the mirror still looked a little tired. Although this slight tiredness did not have much impact on his appearance, it was indeed not as attractive.

A hint of dissatisfaction with himself flashed in Lu Nanchen's eyes. He closed his eyes and continued to catch up on his sleep, trying to get back into good shape.

……

"Grandpa Mo is right, wild fish does taste very fresh."

The group returned to the villa, and it was already dark after they had eaten and drunk their fill.

Song Zhisheng walked up the stairs slowly, half-closed his eyes while speaking, and looked very satisfied.

Meng Changyao smiled.

The three female guests entered the same room tacitly, and sure enough, two minutes later the staff came in.

"Now, please ask the three guests to send heart-warming text messages."

Song Zhisheng took the phone, sighed deeply, and then fell on the bed and asked a soul-searching question:

"Can you please not text?"

She really didn't know who to send it to.

God knows how much she regrets sending the text message to Xiao Zhi last time.

It really feels like the trouble is getting bigger and bigger.

Meng Changyao and Ji Ning were holding their phones and didn't move. When they heard Song Zhisheng's words, they looked up at the staff.

They don’t know how to send it either.

Director Li, who was sitting in front of the surveillance screen, looked at the three people who didn't know what to do, and recalled their actions when they sent text messages last time, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

He actually felt that it was unnecessary.

There are three female guests, two of whom have no emotional connection and don’t care, and the other one is a pure wooden person.

It is simply wishful thinking to expect them to create something interesting in the heart-warming text messages.

However, it seems a bit uneconomical to agree to it directly.

Director Li thought about it carefully, then suddenly smiled maliciously, and then turned on the microphone to announce:

"You don't have to send it, but if the guest who wins the right to go on a date invites you later, the date time will be doubled from half a day to a full day."

"You have to think it over carefully."

At the moment, Song Zhisheng didn't know what Director Li meant when he asked her to think it over carefully.

She felt relieved and handed the phone back to the staff without hesitation.

"I've thought about it, and I choose not to post it."