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

Fu Linxing grabbed the apple and took several bites, as if to vent his anger, with annoyance in his eyes.

He really couldn't stand Xiao Zhi's smug look.

Isn’t it just a bottle of safflower oil?

What's there to say?

If he wants to buy it, he can drive to the street and buy a dozen or twenty bottles of it now.

Fu Linxing thought viciously in his heart, but Song Zhisheng's words "specially made in my hometown" flashed through his mind.

He can buy a lot of safflower oil, but something like this is really hard to find.

The anger in his eyes was less, and he was filled with depression.

Song Zhisheng is really something. There are two male guests in their room. Can't she just give him a bottle?

After all, they are friends.

Fu Linxing lowered his eyes and threw the apple into the trash can, thinking, she is so stingy.

The controller in his hand had lost its appeal, so he placed it on the table and looked up at the TV in front of him.

The game character controlled above is dead.

Since Song Zhisheng came until now, he has lost three times.

He didn't want to be laughed at by Xiao Zhi, so he played round after round in a pretentious manner.

Fu Linxing was in a bad mood and didn't want the camera to notice this, so he got up and went to the bathroom.

The young master, who should have been standing tall and proud, now looked inexplicably listless from behind, like a poor large dog that was homeless and caught in the rain.

The staff were stunned and it took them a while to react.

"Brother Drag looks so pitiful, is he going to hide in the bathroom and cry?"

As he spoke, he probably imagined the scene in his mind and shuddered all over.

"It seems unlikely. Fu Linxing has such a bad temper, and I've never heard him cry."

"Tsk, with Xiao Zhi's way of showing off, it would be strange if Fu Linxing could really sit still and play games."

Several people were talking at once, but Director Li just drank his tea silently.

Right now, both love lines are very stable, and Fu Linxing and Xiao Zhi are also fighting openly and secretly, with sparks flying.

He felt he could rest assured.

What we need to worry about now is how to ensure the stable development of these two love lines while motivating other guests.

Mo Jinyan and Meng Changyao have similar family backgrounds, and their elders are satisfied with each other. Although they are not childhood sweethearts, they have known each other for many years.

This love line is favored by the elders of both families.

Even Director Li felt that they had a potential when he got their photos.

One is gentle and generous, the other is cold and handsome, they are a perfect match.

Director Li thought so at that time, but now this idea has faded a lot.

Although neither of them is a talkative person, he originally thought that it would be nice to take the approach of getting along warmly with them.

But Mo Jinyan is like an ice cube, and speaks very little.

Even if we have something to talk about, it's about work.

In this love story, only Meng Changyao seems to have that kind of thoughts.

He looked worried.

No matter how the two of them get along, there's always something missing.

He didn't know how to change the atmosphere between the two of them.

The guests had no schedule in the afternoon, so Director Li simply took out his notebook and listed the current love lines and analyzed them slowly.

They invited eight guests, and Song Zhisheng's two love lines alone could not meet his expectations for the show.

……

After Song Zhisheng returned to the room, he closed the door. Meng Changyao had already gone to bed to rest.

After all, they had overdrawn too much energy in the morning, and the guests were very tired after relaxing.

The program team said that they can move freely, but these people will choose to rest even if it is for the evening task.

Song Zhisheng looked at the sleeping Meng Changyao, did not disturb her, quietly pulled the curtains, and climbed onto the bed to rest.

He soon fell asleep.

The atmosphere in the room across the wall was not as harmonious as here.

Ji Ning looked at Jiang Miaotong with cold eyes, who was blocking the bathroom door and not letting her out, and her voice dropped.

"Step aside."

She had completely lost her patience with this restless female guest and just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

Jiang Miaotong was blocking the door, her face extremely dark, and she spoke to her word by word almost gritting her teeth.

"Ji Ning, are you sure you don't want to join forces with me?"

"Are you going to just sit there and watch Song Zhisheng steal the spotlight and steal our spots?!"

"Our family background is far superior to hers, how can we be her foil?"

She didn't understand. She had clearly explained the interests involved, but why did Ji Ning remain unmoved?

Seeing that she was extremely angry but lowered her voice and was still unwilling to reveal her true face, Ji Ning looked down on her even more.

"Others who do more are just stealing the spotlight, but what about you? You're the one slacking off and still expecting to grab all the shots?"

Ji Ning has a cold appearance, but once she dislikes someone, her tone of voice becomes thorny, and she is extremely aggressive and sarcastic, like a rose growing in the wild.

No one could tolerate her tone, and Jiang Miaotong was no exception.

Jiang Miaotong's face turned pale and blue, her chest heaving with anger, and she stared hatefully at the equally delicate face in front of her.

The disdainful expression on Ji Ning's face was like a poisonous thorn that stuck in her heart and could not be pulled out directly.

This look of disdain for villains was as if Ji Ning was a good person who was unwilling to go along with the crowd, and she was the only one who was vicious.

Jiang Miaotong understood Ji Ning's thoughts. She, like Meng Changyao, sided with that bitch Song Zhisheng.

Although she didn't know what benefits Song Zhisheng had given them, it didn't prevent her from warning Ji Ning for the last time.

"Ji Ning," Jiang Miaotong lowered her voice, staring at Ji Ning with a gloomy expression, no longer as lively and pretty as she was in front of the camera.

She called Ji Ning's name and slowly said the second half of the sentence, with a strong threatening tone in her voice.

"You have to think it over carefully. If you don't join forces with me, you'll be on Song Zhisheng's side. Are you sure you want to go against me?"

The Ji family and the Jiang family are both wealthy families, but the Ji family is much stronger than the Jiang family.

In other words, among the guests, except for the Song family, which is temporarily not as good as the Jiang family, the rest are far better than the Jiang family.

In this situation, Jiang Miaotong dared to speak to Ji Ning like this. Wasn't it because she was relying on someone to support her?

Ji Ning sneered directly. She had heard some gossip but was not afraid at all.

She pushed Jiang Miaotong, who was blocking the door, aside without even looking at her, and said in a light tone:

"Then consider it as me going against you."

The bathroom door opened and closed again. Jiang Miaotong hid in the bathroom alone with a distorted face of anger.

"One's family is almost bankrupt, and the other has never been favored. What can these two bitches be so proud of?"

"You guys are ganging up on me, I'll make you pay sooner or later!"