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

Lu Nanchen kept watching her say goodbye to others silently.

Only after everyone else had left did he look at Song Zhisheng, smiled gently, and asked knowingly:

"Want to see whose name I wrote on the card?"

Song Zhisheng knew that he was writing her name. She blushed and said, "I won't read it."

Lu Nanchen actually teased her on purpose. Why didn't she realize he was that kind of person before?

Director Li was happy with this scene, but there was still an important question that needed to be asked.

"The show is about to end. Song Zhisheng, would you like to check your hidden text messages?"

When Song Zhisheng heard the question, he was stunned at first, then he was silent for a moment after he realized what was going on.

She quietly checked the text messages with Lu Nanchen. If it was Lu Nanchen who sent her those text messages, then she knew who was the coward.

Unexpectedly, he kept hitting straight balls, looking very enthusiastic Fu Linxing.

Fu Linxing is an actor and has a long way to go in the future. Song Zhisheng thought of this and shook his head.

"I chose not to check."

Since there is no way to reciprocate other people's feelings, there is no need to watch it.

Song Zhisheng hopes that Fu Linxing will have a smooth career in the future and that more people will be attracted by his acting skills.

She didn't want netizens to overly focus on this relationship when Fu Linxing's career was getting better and better in the future.

The show is already very popular and doesn’t need any new topics, so Director Li respects Song Zhisheng’s choice.

There were only three people who wrote the cards: her, Lu Nanchen, and Fu Linxing.

She didn't look at the name written on Fu Linxing's card, but turned to look at Lu Nanchen.

Lu Nanchen looked at the time.

"Let's go too."

Most people have left and the footage has been shot. It's still early, so instead of sitting here, we might as well find a place to have breakfast together.

Song Zhisheng nodded and just stood up when Director Li trotted in.

"Why are you leaving so early? Let's have a meal together after we finish cleaning up here."

The show was so popular that Director Li was grinning from ear to ear, thinking of inviting everyone to stay for a meal before parting ways.

Upon hearing this, Song Zhisheng looked at Lu Nanchen hesitantly. Lu Nanchen and Director Li have a good relationship in private, so should he agree?

Before she could finish her hesitation, Lu Nanchen took the initiative to speak.

"No, we'll leave first."

Although he had anticipated Song Zhisheng's choice, Lu Nanchen was still very happy, uncontrollably happy.

He wanted to be alone with her now.

"Let's have dinner together next time."

He was in a good mood and rarely added a word.

Director Li saw the uncontrollable joy in his eyes and suddenly smiled. Well, he was talking too much.

We should really give the two young people some space to be alone together.

Song Zhisheng dragged the suitcase and walked out of the cabin with Lu Nanchen.

Outside the house, Song's father waited for a long time, but he didn't see Song Zhisheng come out, and he felt a little anxious.

Everyone else has left one after another, why hasn't his daughter come out yet?

Just as Song's father was about to get out of the car anxiously, Song Zhisheng came out.

Father Song happily rolled down the car window and immediately smiled and was about to call her, but the next second, he saw Lu Nanchen following his daughter out.

Looking at the two of them talking and laughing and getting along harmoniously, the smile on Song's father's face froze.

For a moment, I felt happy and sad at the same time.

The two people opposite also noticed his car. Lu Nanchen paused with his hand holding the suitcase. The next second, he looked at Song Zhisheng and took the initiative to walk towards him.

"Uncle Song, please open the trunk."

Lu Nanchen's tone was gentle and polite.

Song's father glanced at his hand. The suitcase that Lu Nanchen was pulling with his left hand could only belong to his daughter.

He said "oh" and opened the trunk.

Lu Nanchen put Song Zhisheng's suitcase on it very naturally, and then closed the trunk.

"Let's contact each other on WeChat."

He was so happy just now that he forgot that today is the Winter Solstice and Song Zhisheng must go home for the reunion dinner.

Lu Nanchen said this considerately and was about to say goodbye.

Song Zhisheng became flustered when he thought of Lu Nanchen's family situation.

Today is the Winter Solstice. Does she want to let Lu Nanchen spend it alone?

She looked at Song's father, who obviously also knew Lu Nanchen's personal situation.

Father Song coughed lightly and called him in an unnatural tone:

"Xiao Lu, we're making dumplings at home. Why don't you come with us for a quick meal?"

Our home is always very lively at this time of year. Bringing one more person back home is just a matter of adding a pair of chopsticks. There are plenty of empty rooms at home.

Lu Nanchen stood there in a daze, surprise flashing in his eyes.

Song Zhisheng nodded repeatedly when she heard what her father said.

"Yes, the dumpling filling is made by my aunt. It's very delicious. You must try it."

"Changyao and Aning will also come to our house for dinner tonight."

During the winter solstice, friends and family can get together.

Lu Nanchen was about to say no, but imagining the lively scene, he smiled and changed his tone: "Okay."

"You get in the car first, I'll drive behind you."

He turned around and spoke to Song Zhisheng with great discretion.

"Well, you young people, take a car. I'll meet you at the intersection."

Father Song suppressed the bitterness in his heart, said something casually, and then started the car.

Alas, young people need to communicate with each other, and he, as a father, also needs to digest the situation.

Song Zhisheng looked at the vehicle going away and silently turned to look at Lu Nanchen.

Lu Nanchen smiled, not the fake smile he usually had on his face, but a genuine smile.

"Let's go, get in the car."

Song Zhisheng nodded embarrassedly and was about to leave when he suddenly felt a little cold on the back of his hand.

She looked at the back of her hand and found a snowflake on it. The white snowflake melted quickly when it touched her skin.

"Snowing."

She murmured to herself, and after she came to her senses, she hurriedly wanted to share her inner joy with Lu Nanchen.

"Lu Nanchen, look quickly."

She reached out and caught a few snowflakes, her eyes curved into crescents as she smiled: "It's snow."

Lu Nanchen turned around and looked at her with a smile.

Song Zhisheng looked him in the eye, and thinking about what day it was, he said to him happily, "Lu Nanchen, happy Winter Solstice!"

Be happy every year!

"Well, happy winter solstice."

Lu Nanchen replied her with a faint smile, looked at her hands which were a little red from the cold, and took out the gloves he had bought a long time ago.

"It's cold, put on your gloves."

"Actually, I'm not too cold right now."

The snow fell earlier this year, and Song Zhisheng wanted to touch it more.

But even though she declined, Lu Nanchen didn't listen.

No, he listened and even nodded, but that didn't stop him from reaching out to put gloves on Song Zhisheng.

Song Zhisheng looked at the pink plush gloves on his hands and looked at Lu Nanchen with a little surprise.

Why didn’t I realize that Lu Nanchen had this kind of personality before?

The cold hands gradually warmed up, and Song Zhisheng suddenly lowered his head and chuckled, but this was not bad.

"Get in the car, it's getting a bit cold now."

She urged and followed Lu Nanchen into the car.

Song's father's car was parked at the intersection ahead, silently waiting for them to catch up.

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