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

Mo Jinyan found it hard to imagine that Song Zhisheng, who was laughing and joking in the crowd, would now be so quiet.

After the chaotic and noisy sounds in his ears disappeared, Mo Jinyan felt a rare sense of peace in his heart.

In fact, this is very good. We don’t disturb each other and can do our own things quietly.

Because of this moment of silence, Mo Jinyan's rejection of Song Zhisheng was much less.

He didn't say anything, just glanced at the serious Song Zhisheng, then looked away and lowered his head to deal with the bouquet in his hand.

The entire flower shop was silent except for the sound of wrapping paper being folded.

The two of them were not close to each other, one tall and one short, each handling their own affairs seriously. It was quiet and beautiful, but they had too little contact.

Director Li sat in front of the screen, looking a little anxious.

None of these small shops has a pink atmosphere.

He was anxious for a moment, but then he calmed down when he thought about the fact that the program had been on three hot searches in a row.

The staff walked into the house and handed him the prepared meal.

Director Li took it with a smile and took two quick bites, his eyes never leaving the screen in front of him.

"Alas, the relationships between the other guests weren't interesting enough to begin with, and now Song Zhisheng isn't teamed up with the three male guests. I wonder how much useful footage we can get today."

The staff glanced at the big screen and sighed.

People are greedy. Once they are on the hot search and feel the attention, they will be anxious to make the program more popular.

Song Zhisheng currently has three love lines, each with its own highlights.

They really rely on Sister Song's Shura Field for their livelihood.

Now, this great opportunity to cultivate feelings has fallen into Mo Jinyan's hands.

Mo Jinyan's personality is really too cold. He is not as enthusiastic as Xiao Zhi, not as arrogant and stubborn as Fu Linxing, and not as interesting as Lu Nanchen and Song Zhisheng together.

As cold and indifferent as a lump of ice.

The more the staff thought about it, the more they couldn't find anything interesting. How could wood and ice create the sparks they wanted?

Director Li swallowed the food in his mouth, glanced at the two people on the screen who seemed to be getting along quite well, and said something.

"You can't say that. Song Zhisheng already has enough romantic connections. I never expected her to have anything to do with Mo Jinyan."

What their program team cares about is that a man and a woman can work together without getting tired.

Now Song Zhisheng knows nothing, so he gets along so leisurely with other male guests.

If one day she suddenly figured it out and found herself in the center of a Shura field, Director Li guessed that the first thing she would do would be embarrassment and want to escape.

He turned his head to glance at the staff and said with a smile, "With three people showing goodwill at the same time, Song Zhisheng must have a chance to catch his breath, right?"

"It's good like this now. If Mo Jinyan doesn't reject Song Zhisheng, the two of them can develop a friendship."

Director Li said this, but he couldn't figure out Mo Jinyan's attitude, nor did he know whether he would agree.

We can only wait and see.

The staff looked at Director Li as if they had suddenly understood something:

"Does this mean that while the guests are choosing each other later, Song Zhisheng can take a break at Mo Jinyan's place and calmly think about his relationship with the other three male guests?"

"Yes, that's pretty much what it means."

Act out the whole thing. After Lu Nanchen told Song Zhisheng about the plan, Song Zhisheng had to act it out because he found out about the relationship between the three people and wanted to escape.

It's impossible to get along with Lu Nanchen calmly just because you know that his relationship is fake.

Otherwise, the audience would have too much expectation on the relationship between her and Lu Nanchen, and that is not what Lu Nanchen wants to see.

Director Li took a few more bites of rice and leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed.

The staff member was about to nod when he suddenly thought of something and pointed at Meng Changyao on the screen and said:

"That's not right. If Mo Jinyan's time is divided with Sister Song, what will happen to Meng Changyao? Didn't the relationship between these two families already happen long ago?"

He swallowed hard as he spoke. Openly going against the wishes of both families might not be a good idea...

Director Li said nonchalantly:

"We've given them the opportunity, but they rarely spend time together. They've never done things like doing chores together or chatting. I don't think it's going to work out."

This feeling is just the wishful thinking of the two families.

If it doesn't work out in the end, it's not his fault.

……

Inside the flower shop, the silence between the two did not last long.

Because there are guests.

When Song Zhisheng heard the sound of the door opening, he immediately raised his head and saw a well-dressed aunt.

Boss Mo is not good at communicating with others, so the job of communicating with customers naturally falls on her.

A smile immediately appeared on her face, and she walked up to the aunt and spoke politely.

"Hello, what kind of flowers would you like to see?"

The aunt tucked a strand of hair on her cheek behind her ear gently. When her eyes fell on Song Zhisheng, she looked surprised for a second.

"What a beautiful girl! Is she the new manager of this store?"

The aunt even looked around before confirming that the shop in front of her was the one she was familiar with.

Song Zhisheng smiled and continued:

"Thank you for the compliment, Auntie. I'm not the store manager. The store manager is busy today, so I'm here to help out."

The aunt nodded, and looked at Mo Jinyan who was standing there motionless. Her eyes lit up, but she couldn't help feeling a little sorry when she saw Mo Jinyan wrapping flowers in his hands.

The young man is so handsome that she even wants to get his contact information for her daughter.

But since the young man came to this flower shop, he probably already has a partner.

Wrapping flowers by hand, it shows great affection.

The aunt felt sorry, and seeing that the aunt didn't say anything, Song Zhisheng asked again.

"Auntie, feel free to look around and see what flowers you want. If you can't make up your mind, you can tell me who you're buying the flowers for and I can give you some advice."

Auntie smiled and nodded: "Okay, you go ahead and do your work, I'll take a look myself first."

After saying that, he walked around the shop to look at the bunches of packaged flowers.

Song Zhisheng went back to wrap the bouquet, but this time, he would occasionally look up at his aunt.

When my aunt looks at the flowers, she occasionally takes out her mobile phone to check.

After a while, the aunt came over and asked with a smile:

"Miss, I saw on my phone that hydrangeas represent health and longevity. Do you have any hydrangea bouquets?"

Hydrangeas do have this meaning, but Song Zhisheng still smiled and asked another question.

"Yes, may I ask who you are buying the flowers for?"

A single hydrangea bouquet would not look good, it must be matched with other flowers. She would only help choose after asking.

The aunt was carrying a bag and smiled gently when she heard the question, with a soft look in her eyes.

"I bought flowers for my daughter. Today is her 18th birthday. She has grown up and is now an adult, so I wanted to buy her a bouquet of flowers to celebrate."

Song Zhisheng looked at his aunt in front of him, whose eyes were soft when she talked about her daughter. He was distracted for a moment and stood there in a daze.

Mo Jinyan, who had been silent at first, looked up at his aunt the moment these words fell. He was stunned for a second, and a lot of complicated emotions seemed to surge in his eyes, which had always been indifferent.