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

"Director Li, look, these two people's moods have changed, especially Mo Jinyan!"

The staff quickly asked Director Li, who was lying leisurely, to go and see.

Upon hearing this, Director Li sat up straight, looked intently at the screen in front of him, and asked at the same time.

"What did the guest say just now?"

What exactly was said that touched the emotions of the two guests at the same time?

Especially Mo Jinyan, he never reveals his emotions.

The staff quickly repeated what the guest had just said.

Director Li relaxed his body again, leaned back in his chair, and looked at the screen in front of him with a complicated look.

"No wonder the reaction is so big..."

Director Li thought about the personal information of the guests and couldn't help but sigh, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Every family has its own problems...

He took out a cigarette case, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, without lighting it, he just stared at the screen with the cigarette in his mouth.

Inside the flower shop, the aunt looked at the stunned little girl in front of her with some confusion.

"Did Auntie say something wrong?"

It was also her first time to buy flowers, so she didn't know anything and thought she had said something wrong, so her tone was a little weak.

Song Zhisheng came back to his senses, quickly waved his hands, suppressed the little emotion in his heart, and said with a smile:

"No, no, I just didn't see any parents coming to buy flowers for their daughter."

Song Zhisheng suppressed his emotions with a smile, but he couldn't help revealing a bit of envy when he said this.

Mo Jinyan cleverly noticed this, quickly restrained the emotions in his eyes, and glanced at her with his head slightly tilted.

The aunt was so focused on her own daughter that she didn't notice this. When she heard Song Zhisheng say no, she immediately felt relieved and even smiled.

"She used to study hard, and I couldn't help her. Now she's graduated and got into a good university. She won't have to work so hard in the future. I'm happy for her."

When the aunt talked about her daughter, her tone was calm, but her eyes were full of pride.

Every word she said was pure love for her daughter.

Song Zhisheng clenched his hands, his nails poking the flesh in his palms, and said with a smile what most parents would like to hear.

"Auntie, your daughter will definitely have a bright future."

Auntie waved her hand and said, "I don't care about these things. As long as she is healthy and everything goes well in the future, that's enough."

She said this with a nonchalant smile, then suddenly glanced at a corner and quickly said something else.

"Miss, I see there are hydrangeas in that bouquet. What are the flowers next to it? Is it suitable for my daughter?"

When Song Zhisheng heard this, he immediately came to his senses and looked in the direction she said.

"There are also carnations and lilies in it. One is the flower of maternal love, and the other means everything is satisfactory. Both are quite appropriate."

"Then I'll take this bouquet. How much is it?"

Song Zhisheng walked up to her and handed her the bouquet of bright and beautiful flowers, then looked at the price list and said a number.

The aunt paid the money happily, said hello, and left with the flowers and a smile.

Even until the door closed, Song Zhisheng was still a little dazed, as if he couldn't figure something out.

She lowered her head to glance at the nail marks on the palm of her hand, and for the first time, she intuitively felt the difference between love and not love.

The difference between the two is not even as simple as being separated by a small river, but more like an insurmountable cliff, clearly separated.

She was like a dark mouse who accidentally lifted a corner of the curtain one day and glimpsed someone else's happiness.

Song Zhisheng blinked and quickly lowered his gaze, his thick eyelashes completely hiding the emotions in his eyes.

This is within the camera range, so even if she has emotions, she must not show them.

Mo Jinyan watched the person walk away through the transparent glass of the shop before he withdrew his gaze. His heart was extremely calm, but his emotions seemed to have suddenly plummeted to the lowest point.

He knew clearly that he couldn't get too caught up in this emotion.

I don’t know if it was because of the faint envy in Song Zhisheng’s eyes when he heard the guest talking, or if it was something else.

For the first time, Mo Jinyan talked to someone not because of a mission.

"Song Zhisheng," his voice became a little deeper because of the complicated emotions just now, but his black eyes were still calm. He just looked at the somewhat dazed Song Zhisheng and called out.

The moment Song Zhisheng looked up and met his gaze, he continued:

"It's time to teach me the second way of packing."

Song Zhisheng smiled and nodded. The smile looked somewhat stiff and forced, but at least he took action.

"coming."

She walked to Mo Jinyan in two or three steps, adjusted her emotions that had just been affected, picked out another branch of flowers, and slowly began to teach him.

Song Zhisheng didn't even notice anything unusual about Mo Jinyan.

"Oh my god, when I entered the store, I could only manage a single question for a long time, and now Mo Jinyan is urging me to teach him?"

The staff were stunned.

Director Li's expression became even more complicated.

This time, he took out his lighter and lit the cigarette with a click.

"Could it be that the two of them can really form a love line?"

He muttered to himself quietly.

Those who just thought that these two people were not a good match have now changed their minds.

One is that his mother died early, and the other is that he was not loved.

It's hard to describe the appropriate feeling of having a wounded heart under this mature appearance.

Director Li felt particularly disgusted with himself for a second.

The two guests were feeling depressed because of the scars in their hearts, but he was thinking that they seemed to be a good match.

It was simply too immoral, but he just couldn't control the thought.

Director Li took a puff of his cigarette and looked at Song Zhisheng on the screen.

In fact, the final analysis is due to Song Zhisheng.

She is very compatible with several male guests and they seem to have an inexplicable connection with each other.

Coming out to complete the task and sell flowers can also empathize with Mo Jinyan.

The more he thought about this love line, the more headache he had. If the Shura field becomes too big, what should the other female guests do will be a big problem.

Director Li looked at the big screen and frowned, thinking about what to do.

Inside the flower shop, Song Zhisheng digested all the emotions in his heart through teaching. With a faint smile on his face, he returned to his usual self.

"This packaging method is a little more complicated than the previous one. You can try it first."

She smiled at Mo Jinyan who was standing at the table on the left, and Mo Jinyan nodded lightly.

Song Zhisheng's gaze was originally on Mo Jinyan, but he suddenly caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, and his attention was unconsciously diverted to that.

It was a bouquet of flowers that was not wrapped beautifully and was placed above Mo Jinyan's left hand.

The branches are still beautiful, but the green plain paper wrapped on them has many wrinkles. Just looking at the appearance, you can tell that this bouquet of flowers is not suitable for sale.

Wrapping flowers is a delicate job. If you are not careful or use too much force, mistakes will occur.

Song Zhisheng glanced at the other dozen or so bouquets of flowers one by one, all of which were beautifully packaged.

Only this one bunch was wrong.

Only at this time did Song Zhisheng notice the details that he had not noticed before.

She later realized that Mo Jinyan also didn't have a mother.