Dressed as the boss's palm pet

Song Mengsheng sat up lazily, raised her hands to straighten her black hair, and made it into a ball head in two or three strokes: "Yes, that's how confident I am."

In fact, she felt that she and Lu Baishen were the No. 2 official CP in the book after all, and even if the two were not married, they should still have a little bit of affection.

As long as you find the right relationship, you can develop it well, but this relationship, just like Lu Baishen's unwillingness to divorce, has never been found...

She sighed and stood up, and patted Xia Qiqi's shoulder encouragingly: "You work hard, I'll clean up."

Xia Qiqi thought that Song Mengsheng's "cleaning up" was just arranging office documents casually, but Song Mengsheng happily took a rag and planned to clean up the studio thoroughly.

White hood, blue apron, yellow rubber gloves.

After Song Mengsheng put it on, he first organized a circle of office supplies for the staff office, and then prepared to clean the dust.

Several employees who worked overtime saw Song Mengsheng, who was always proud and proud, willing to pack his things, and stood up in fright in an instant: "Mr. Song, let the cleaning aunt come..."

"Isn't Aunt Cleaning taking a break today?" Song Mengsheng buried her head in her work, completely oblivious to the strange expressions on the employees' faces.

The employees were so frightened that their hairs stood on end: "Then why don't we come to work?"

Song Mengsheng waved his hands without raising his head, his nimble eyes flashed with excitement: "Let me come, I really want to work today."

In fact, to put it bluntly, she was a little depressed and wanted to divert her attention.

The employees looked at each other dumbfounded one by one, neither standing nor leaving.

But when Song Mengsheng bent over to wipe the floor, a pair of silver sequined high heels appeared in front of him.

"It's rare that Mr. Song is in such a mood. Why don't we all help her?"

Slightly gloating and sharp tone.

Song Mengsheng didn't even need to look up to know that it was her "good cousin" Peng Ran who came.

She slowly stood up straight, and her clear and soft voice was a little cold: "I really didn't expect you to be in the company."

If I had known, I might as well go for a run in the park.

Holding a cup of coffee, Peng Ran took a sip, and walked towards her office arrogantly: "Why can't I be here? I still want to fight for a promotion and salary increase. I don't know if my cousin will do it." will give me this chance."

As he spoke, the coffee in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.

Peng Ran screamed and raised her foot to dodge: "Oh! I'm burnt to death!"

Looking at the ground that has just been cleaned, Song Mengsheng's crystal-like beautiful eyes flashed a trace of coldness.

Peng Ran turned around with an apologetic face: "I'm sorry, cousin, can I trouble you to deal with it again? I didn't mean it. I just burned my hands and my hands are still shaking."

Song Mengsheng put down the things in his hands, leaned casually on a desk, and looked coldly at the black and sticky coffee: "I said, Peng Ran, if your hands are shaking, you might as well go to the hospital to check for problems as soon as possible, so you don't get out. What's the problem, I can no longer do jewelry design, tsk tsk, what a pity then..."

In the past, the original body would foolishly believe it, but she is not the original body, and she will not do things that are disadvantageous.

Peng Ran saw that Song Mengsheng's poetry style was not the same as before, and his face turned livid, then gritted his teeth and smiled and walked to Song Mengsheng's side, clasping his hands coquettishly: "Oh, cousin, you really care about me! I was just careless It's hot, please clean it up, okay..."

Song Mengsheng squinted, suddenly smiled brightly, and nodded cheerfully: "Okay!"

"Then thank you, cousin!" Seeing that the plan was accomplished, Peng Ran immediately stood up straight, as if hiding from the plague, and immediately moved away from Song Mengsheng.

"Oh, by the way, cousin, I have one more thing to ask of you. I know you are amazing, and you can definitely do it." Song Mengsheng raised his hand to wipe his sweat.

Peng Ran had a proud face: "Say it, I will try my best."

"Cousin, do you still remember the leak of company data? Can you help me find out who it is?" Song Mengsheng pretended to be innocent.

In fact, she has not forgotten about this matter, and has been waiting for Peng Ran to show her feet.

She couldn't think of anyone other than Peng Ran who would dare to do such a bold thing.

Sure enough, Peng Ran tidied her hair in a little embarrassment, turned around and left: "Oh, good."

Song Mengsheng didn't say a word, sneered in his heart, and continued to clean up the hygiene of the studio seriously.

When she saw Peng Ran enter the bathroom, she dodged and followed.

Then lift up the dirty bucket that was just used to wash the mop and put it next to the sink, and continue to pack things up.

After a few minutes, Peng Ran came out of the bathroom, turned on the tap and washed his hands, then took the powder and started to touch up makeup.

When he saw Song Mengsheng beside him, he gave a disdainful look and patted his cheek as if nothing had happened.

At this time, Song Mengsheng quietly tilted the dirty bucket a little...

Seeing that Peng Ran finished her makeup, she deliberately oops, and then dumped the dirty bucket on Peng Ran's thigh...

The dirty water inside splashed out in an instant!
With strips of dust, disgusting Bala's hair...

In an instant, it was hung on the high heels on Peng Ran's lap!
"My God! This is too scary!"

Song Mengsheng pretended he didn't see it, covered his head with his hands in fear, and jumped away: "It turns out that working is a big project, and it must be so tiring! This is my first time doing it, so don't make things too difficult for me! It seems that doing such a thing It really doesn't suit me!"

She muttered and raised her head, and then she froze all of a sudden: "So there are still people here..."

Peng Ran took a look at her dirty self, stomped her feet and screamed unbearably: "Ah! Why are you so careless!"

Song Mengsheng hurriedly pulled out a tissue in apology, and handed it to Peng Ran: "I really didn't see anyone here, and I just wanted to help the cleaning aunt to share... I didn't expect it to be like this... Can you forgive me? Don't be angry OK?"

"You! Why are you so clumsy!" Peng Ran took the tissue angrily, and tried hard to pick up the dirt on the high heels through the tissue with one hand.

Song Mengsheng blinked pitifully: "I really want to get better? I finally got motivated..."

Peng Ran just wanted to accuse Song Mengsheng, but found that there were a few more colleagues who were looking around curiously at the door, and immediately put his hand on Song Mengsheng's shoulder in a friendly way: "Oh, I was just joking with you just now, how could I Are you angry with you? Cousin, you have worked hard enough, take a good rest. "

"I'm really sorry, how about I accompany you with clothes and high heels." Song Mengsheng squatted down apologetically, trying to help Peng Ran tidy up.

Peng Ran quickly helped Song Mengsheng up with a smile: "You are too polite, there is really nothing wrong. Come and have a cup of coffee with me."

"Then you go to rest first, after all, I made this place dirty, I have to clean it up again." Song Mengsheng gently pushed Peng Ran away, and the two looked very close.

Several colleagues saw that there was nothing wrong, and went to their own business.

Seeing Peng Ran leaving with a deflated face, Xia Qiqi followed into the bathroom.

She put her arms around Song Mengsheng's shoulders and said in a low voice: "Honey, you are too powerful, right? Not only did you change your image by doing this, Peng Ran, who pretends to be a good person, can't get angry with you, so he can only respond. Hahaha."

Song Mengsheng smugly smiled: "It looks great, doesn't it? If you want to laugh, just laugh loudly, don't hold back."

You don't need to use your brain to fix her.

Xia Qiqi immediately laughed and fell down.

This time Song Mengsheng's depressed mood eased a lot.

She decided to take some measures immediately after get off work to make up for the broken relationship between her and Lu Boshen.

Knowing that Lu Boshen has not eaten that kind of authentic home-cooked food for a long time, except for the kind of bored rice with northern characteristics, she plans to cook a table of home-cooked dishes as a surprise for Lu Boshen.

Anyway, let her make a Michelin three-star meal, she can't do it without that level!
It's better to continue playing the emotional card while it's hot!

The heart is not as good as action!

After Song Mengsheng was busy with work in the studio, he couldn't wait to rush into the supermarket, personally selected vegetables and meat, and hurried back home.

Despite having cooking experience last time, the housekeeper and chef were still terrified when they saw Song Mengsheng rushing into the kitchen eager to try.

"Young Mistress, let us come."

"Get out of the way, I want to cook home-cooked food for Boshen." Song Mengsheng waved the servants away.

Wash and chop vegetables neatly, add seasoning and stew pot.

Soon, the fragrant braised pork will be stewed out of the pan.

Then came another dish of sweet and sour pork ribs with a strong aroma and tempting taste.

Immediately afterwards, I made tomatoes and eggs for dinner, and stir-fried beef tenderloin with green peppers.

Knowing that Lu Boshen has a noble status and is very particular about food and clothing, she deliberately took her mobile phone to Baidu and made decorations.

"Young Mistress, if you need my help, please just ask." The chef was still a little worried, and occasionally turned to the kitchen to have a look.

Song Mengsheng didn't have time to take care of it at all, so he immediately made another steamed sea bass with hard vegetables, cold vegetables, two shrimp skin egg custard, and seaweed egg drop soup.

The last dish is left, and I plan to make braised eggplant.

While pouring the oil and cooking the sauce, I suddenly heard movement from outside the restaurant.

"Master, you are back." The housekeeper greeted.

"Why is the chef here too? Dinner is already ready?" Lu Baishen's magnetic and cold voice rang from far to near.

Song Mengsheng hurriedly put down the spoon, quietly ran to the kitchen door, and put his ear on the door to eavesdrop.

The chef outside the door replied rather helplessly: "Today, the young mistress cooks herself."

"..." Lu Bai's eyes narrowed, and he glanced at the kitchen door.

Song Mengsheng thought that he didn't hear what Lu Boshen said, so he tiptoed and listened hard.

However, at this moment, Lu Boshen took steady and slow steps, stretched out his hand and pushed open the kitchen door: "What the hell is this woman doing?"

Song Mengsheng was suddenly pushed along the door, and his body fell back uncontrollably: "Ah!"

Lu Baishen was obviously surprised, and quickly stretched out his hand, grabbing Song Mengsheng's arm.

Song Mengsheng took advantage of the situation and stood up, looking innocently at Lu Baishen with his dark eyes: "I... I just happened to be thirsty, and I want to go back to the restaurant to drink water..."

While talking, Lu Boshen looked over her slender and thin figure, his deep and cool eyes condensed a little, and walked forward quickly: "You are cooking, and you still run around causing trouble?"

Just as Song Mengsheng was about to explain, he suddenly smelled a burning smell.

Turning around abruptly, he was stunned on the spot.