Dressed as the boss's palm pet

The oily fumes just burned too far, and it has turned into a raging fire!
The smoke alarm went off!

"Oops! Sorry!"

Song Mengsheng felt a rush of hot air rushing towards him, his whole body trembled, and finally regained his senses, and ran to the oil pan ahead of Lu Baishen.

"water!"

She ran to the sink in a panic, planning to get a basin of water.

Lu Baishen scolded instantly: "Don't use water!"

Song Mengsheng came back to his senses again, and quickly reached out to pick up the lid of the pot next to him: "Ah! Yes, you can't use water when the oil pan is on fire!"

However, Lu Boshen had already picked up the lid one step faster than her, and threw it on the oil pan.

As soon as the fire was separated from the air, it instantly reduced a lot.

But still burning!

Song Mengsheng took a distressed look at the blackened eggplant next to him, and reluctantly picked up the fire extinguisher next to him.

Just as he was about to unscrew it, he was snatched away by the butler next to him.

"Master and mistress, for safety's sake, you go out first, let me come."

Lu Boshen turned around quickly, and walked out of the kitchen in a dignified manner.

Song Mengsheng hurriedly trotted behind him, his chest heaving violently, his head lowered nervously, not daring to speak nonsense.

Lu Boshen took two more steps, then turned around coldly, Ling Rui's eyes were terribly cold: "Are you a pig?"

Song Mengsheng was so frightened that he trembled all over, and stammered: "I... I just want to prepare a surprise for you... I've already prepared it... Only the braised eggplants are left..."

Lu Baishen took a sharp step forward, and sat down in the living room with an innate force.

Song Mengsheng felt a bit of invisible deterrence for no reason, followed closely behind, and said weakly: "When I didn't chase you back, I was actually very smart! It's just that I fell in love... no, I fell in love. People who are in love are more or less stupid."

Lu Baishen's crossed legs paused slightly, and he glanced at Song Mengsheng indifferently and coldly: "It sounds like a reason."

Song Mengsheng raised his head quickly: "What I said is true."

"Don't use such sweet words to make sloppy eyes." Lu Baishen picked up the remote control, turned on the TV, and put it down heavily.

Song Mengsheng knew that it was useless to explain too much, so he ran back to the kitchen with a little apology, and cleaned up with the servants.

"The trouble I caused is still mine."

No matter how the servant refused, she insisted on cleaning up together.

First, the burnt tiles were carefully wiped.

When I was tired, I raised my hand to wipe the sweat on my cheeks, and continued to work without complaint.

The servants stood aside anxiously, looking at each other.

"This... how can this work..."

"Young Mistress, let us come."

Halfway through speaking, he suddenly froze again.

As if seeing something, he hesitated to speak.

Song Mengsheng glanced at them indifferently and ignored them.

He continued to raise his hand to tidy up his sleeves, looked at the spoon full of oily smoke, picked it up and cleaned it without hesitation.

Lu Boshen's tall and slender figure leaned against the door frame, stared coldly for a while, put his fist on his lips, and coughed twice: "Come and eat."

Song Mengsheng squatted down, with an apology still on her beautiful face: "You eat first."

"Don't make me talk nonsense." Lu Baishen's stern face carried a cold warning, he turned and walked out of the kitchen.

Song Mengsheng twitched the corners of his mouth, had no choice but to put down the things in his hands, washed his hands carefully, and entered the restaurant.

The servants behind him breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Mengsheng saw that Lu Boshen was already sitting at the dining table elegantly and calmly, and was concentrating on the dishes she made.

Her heart tightened, and she sat opposite him, looking at Lu Boshen with a little excitement: "How about the food I cook?"

Lu Boshen held the chopsticks and tasted them expressionlessly.

Dish after dish.

Song Mengsheng, who was watching, was so nervous that his palms broke out in cold sweat, blinking his dark and bright eyes, eager to taste it himself: "I can't, it should be delicious..."

"It's okay." Lu Baishen tasted it arrogantly, and picked up another piece of sweet and sour pork ribs.

It's obviously delicious!He even acted arrogantly to himself!

Song Mengsheng pouted aggrievedly, and muttered, "True fragrance series."

Lu Boshen didn't hear clearly, put down his chopsticks: "Huh?"

Song Mengsheng quickly put up a smiling face, put all the sweet and sour pork ribs in front of Lu Boshen, and smiled flatteringly: "Dear husband, at any rate, I risked my life to cook you a meal, you can do me a favor, I don't care." have eaten?"

Damn, in order to save her life, she lived too humblely.

"Okay." Lu Boshen actually stiffened arrogantly again.

Song Mengsheng sighed silently in his heart, picked up the chopsticks and buried his head in eating.

When he lowered his head like this, a certain part of his cheek just happened to be exposed.

On her fair and delicate cheeks, there was a big patch of dust and oil stains...

Like a poor puppy crawling out of the dirt!
Lu Bai's deep, thin and sexy lips curved into a slight smile, and he couldn't help but look twice more at his obsidian eyes.

Song Mengsheng only felt a scorching gaze staring at him, subconsciously raised his head and asked, "Is there something on my face?"

The upward curve of Lu Baishen's mouth became more obvious, but he still ate in silence.

Song Mengsheng had no choice but to pick up his mobile phone to take a photo, and was successfully amused by himself: "It's ugly, isn't it?"

"Yeah." The aloof Lu Boshen cooperated very rarely.

Song Mengsheng choked on his own saliva in an instant: "No, husband, you..."

However, in response to her, Lu Baishen had already bowed his head and continued to eat.

After a meal, Lu Boshen found that he was still a little confused about his attitude towards Song Mengsheng.

From the beginning of the marriage, she was full of hope, but later she was completely disappointed, and she was indifferent to her like a stranger...

It seems that after the cruise ship incident, it is being resolved a little bit, as if the attitude towards her is recovering...

Of course, Song Mengsheng didn't feel these subtle changes, and sent Lu Boshen upstairs to leave with a smile on his face after the meal.

Afterwards, he went back to the bedroom and changed into sportswear, planning to go to the villa's gym to exercise and eliminate food.

It was quite a coincidence that she had just entered the treadmill restaurant when she saw Lu Boshen playing squash through the glass window.

Lu Baishen was wearing a pair of dark blue loose shorts and a white sports vest on his upper body, which just exposed his muscular limbs.

Song Mengsheng couldn't help approaching quietly.

At this time, Lu Boshen caught the ball steadily with his racket, and then hit it out forcefully, his posture was agile and fast.

Song Mengsheng couldn't help sighing softly: "Watching beautiful men exercise, it's really not too seductive..."

Knowing that Lu Boshen didn't like to be disturbed at home, she had no choice but to sit in the corner and peep with one eye.

Lu Baishen hit several balls one after another, and caught them all accurately. Sometimes when he leaped up, the sports vest would be lifted a little bit, revealing the sexy and stylish abs inside.

Song Mengsheng raised his hand to wipe his mouth, and couldn't help but giggled: "This man is really nice..."

Suddenly, Lu Boshen turned around suddenly, and his hawk-like eyes landed on her accurately.

Song Mengsheng was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and he slammed his head against the glass window.

At that moment, her whole world was sparkling with gold stars.

Lu Baishen's face was cold and calm, he put down his racket, and walked out: "Why are you so rash today?"

Song Mengsheng wrinkled his facial features tightly, and kept rubbing his forehead: "No... I just stopped by to take a look, and didn't want to disturb you."

Lu Bai took a deep look at her, turned around and walked back to the training ground.

Song Mengsheng turned around quickly, ran to the treadmill, and started to exercise at a faster speed.

From time to time, I couldn't help but look back at Lu Boshen secretly.

I don't know how long it took, but when I peeked again, Lu Baishen was gone.

Song Mengsheng sighed, got off the treadmill, thinking that it was getting late, and went back to the bedroom to take a hot bath.

When he came out of the elevator, he happened to see Lu Boshen holding a gray towel, wiping his heroic short hair, with his upper body exposed and a white towel around his waist, walking towards the study.

With such a sexy and handsome appearance, Song Mengsheng couldn't help slowing down, his clear eyes were full of nympho.

Lu Baishen brushed his short hair again, and found that Song Mengsheng was standing at the elevator door staring at him, his handsome face was a little unnatural: "Haven't seen enough?"

Song Mengsheng suddenly came back to his senses, avoided Lu Baishen's cold eyes in a little panic, and stretched out his hand casually: "I didn't look at you, I just wanted to say...your slippers are beautiful!"

Lu Bai lowered his head in deep doubt: "Isn't it yours?"

"It's just that you look better in clothes." Song Mengsheng pulled the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, raised his hand and beat his head, and dodged back to the bedroom.

Oops, it really speaks without going through the brain.

These slippers are obviously of the same style and series...

She fell headfirst on the big bed, patting the quilt with regret.

I really did a bunch of stupid things!

Lu Bai looked deeply at the closed door, and entered the study with an indifferent expression.

In the middle of the night, the earth slowly enters the sleep period.

Song Mengsheng lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep, thinking about Xing Niannian that he saw at the gate of the group building that day.

It seems that the conditions are good, mainly because Lu Baishen's stepmother is behind her.

The sense of crisis is full!

After much deliberation, she asked the servant to bring in a glass of milk.

Unfortunately, this servant was the one who planned to take revenge on Song Mengsheng last time.

Originally, this servant didn't really want to come. The person who should be on duty was not feeling well, so she had no choice but to come here.

Standing at the door of the bedroom with hot milk in his hand, he dared not come in tremblingly.

Lying lazily on the big bed, Song Mengsheng hooked her fingertips: "Is there 502 glue on my floor, you can't move?"

The servant hurried over: "No, young mistress."

"Come here, I have a few questions for you." Song Mengsheng looked at the servant's dawdling look, turned over angrily, and spoke sharply.

"You say."

"Does your young master often work overtime in the company? Where is he usually?" She put her hands on her chin, her eyes full of curiosity.

"It seems to be working overtime often, but the young master rarely comes back here, and we don't know too well..."

"Then what do you know? Tell me what you know! If there is even a little bit of hiding, see how I will deal with you!"

Next, it was Song Mengsheng who pulled the servant and whispered a lot.

At the end, Song Mengsheng had a small plan in mind.

Plan to start implementing it the next day.