Dressed as the boss's palm pet

Yu Zhiyue immediately made an exaggerated gesture: "Damn! I only know my elder brother! A woman like you who is always on the go, who are you? I don't even know him!"

Song Mengsheng saw that this brat insisted on hurting himself, and his battle value increased dramatically.

She put her arms around her arms and looked at her with contempt: "I said it's a pity that you don't want to be an actor. When we met last time, you sneered at me, and this time you pretended not to know me? If you don't have a good memory, why don't I take you with me?" Get tested for Alzheimer's?"

Yu Zhiyue raised his eyebrows, and looked at Song Mengsheng with disdain on his handsome face: "You are the one who should go to the hospital the most! You should take a good look at the Department of Brain and Ophthalmology! Let alone a man as good as my elder brother, find a bunch of seniors." The same tacky little fresh meat!"

These words almost made Song Mengsheng speechless.

 This...Yuanchen does have a problem with his eyes...but it's not her!

How should she explain it?
Yu Zhiyue looked at Song Mengsheng silently, and laughed triumphantly: "Look, you think there is something wrong with you! What a stupid woman!"

Song Mengsheng curled his lips speechlessly, turned around and glanced at the car waiting at the gate of the group building, and suddenly hooked his lips with a smirk: "It seems that someone is even more stupid, why don't you go out to a meeting and quarrel with a woman here? "

"You think I want to quarrel with you? Isn't it because of my elder brother..." Yu Zhiyue's tone became weaker as he spoke, and then he suddenly got to Song Mengsheng's point.

He raised his hand and patted his forehead fiercely, then stared at Song Mengsheng unceremoniously: "It's all your fault, you made me go out to meet the client, a few minutes late!"

Ignoring Song Mengsheng's loud ridicule, Yu Zhiyue ran out of the group building at a sprint speed of [-] meters, got into the car and left.

Song Mengsheng arrogantly tossed her waterfall-like long hair, straightened her body, and walked into the elevator with a victorious attitude.

There were also some people coming and going in and out of the elevator.

When everyone saw Song Mengsheng, they were all surprised and at a loss.

To be precise, that expression looks like seeing a ghost...

Song Mengsheng felt that this was quite embarrassing, and raised the corners of his lips at them, beckoning friendly.

However, in exchange for everyone's more terrified expressions.

Song Mengsheng simply closed his mouth.

After finally waiting for the elevator to enter the president's floor, there is a separate receptionist on the president's floor.

Song Mengsheng took advantage of the shift at the front desk to talk, bent over and moved into the floor little by little.

Then, I searched carefully one by one.

When they reached the door of Lu Baishen's office, Song Mengsheng rang the doorbell with a happy expression.

In the CEO's office, Xiao Sheng saw Song Mengsheng through the monitoring screen, and opened his mouth in surprise: "President Lu, someone is here..."

"Enter." Lu Baishen was looking at the computer screen seriously, and responded casually.

Xiao Sheng's face darkened, and he pressed the door opening button with great reluctance: "It's Song Mengsheng."

Lu Bai paused while holding the mouse, and looked at his assistant with deep and cool eyes.

Xiao Sheng spread his hands helplessly: "This is what you promised...I...I will step down first."

Still the same as before, when passing by Song Mengsheng, he gave Song Mengsheng a hard look.

But when it comes to fighting wits and courage, how many people can beat Song Mengsheng?
Song Mengsheng had already expected that he would not be popular, so he simply put on a defiant attitude, passed Xiao Sheng, and walked directly to Lu Baishen's side.

"Dear husband, I'll pick you up and come home from get off work for dinner."

Lu Baishen kept his eyes on the computer screen, and his tone was a little alienated: "There are still things to be busy."

Song Mengsheng stood in front of the desk with a smile, bent down, put his hands on the desk, and tried his best to keep his words gentle: "Then I'll wait for you here, you don't even know, I saw your brother just now, He looks so sunny, but he speaks so fiercely!"

At this time, Lu Boshen raised his hands, and tapped the keyboard quickly with clear bones.

Song Mengsheng couldn't figure out Lu Baishen's attitude, so he continued to test the probe, and deliberately tilted his head slightly to be cute: "Husband, I came to see you from a long distance, can I say a few words to save face?"

"Quiet." Lu Baishen raised his head and glanced at her, then continued to work with his head down.

Song Mengsheng had no choice but to curl her lips, turned around and looked at the empty cup in Lu Baishen's hand, picked it up, and ran to the water dispenser to get a cup of warm water.

Quietly put it back in place.

During the whole process, Lu Boshen ignored her.

About half an hour later, Song Mengsheng's stomach began to growl with hunger.

Looking down at the time on the phone, she cleared her throat and said weakly: "When will you finish your work, husband? Let's go home for dinner, okay? I really want you to go home early, you Say you are so good and work so hard, how can you let other people live!"

The series of words made Lu Boshen feel a little noisy in his ears.

He exited the work page, put down the mouse, and stood up gracefully: "If you want to leave, you can go home anytime."

Song Mengsheng quickly got up and stood beside Lu Baishen: "I want to go back with you."

"Don't push yourself too hard." Lu Baishen walked towards the French window, and stretched his stiff muscles a little.

Song Mengsheng looked at Lu Baishen's figure aggrievedly: "I sincerely invite you to go home..."

Originally, Song Mengsheng felt that being a teacher was not going well, and he was a little depressed.

And Lu Baishen just wanted to watch the night quietly and think quietly...

But at this time, the door to the president's office was opened.

A little secretary in business attire with hips came in with a tray, and said with a sweet smile, "President Lu, it's so late, I heard you're still working overtime, I've prepared some dinner for you."

Seeing Song Mengsheng standing next to Lu Boshen, a trace of jealousy flashed in her delicate eyeliner eyes, and she continued to smile.

"Get out." Lu Baishen faced out the window and said without looking back.

The tone was obviously calm, but it carried a strong murderous look.

The little secretary was stunned on the spot, and it took a long time before she realized: "I...I was afraid that you would be hungry...I'm sorry, Mr. Lu."

"What are you still standing here for?" Lu Baishen was already a little annoyed in his heart, and gave another stern reprimand.

"Didn't you hear? Get out of here!" Song Mengsheng yelled in the posture of a young mistress.

It could be seen that this little secretary had probably taken a fancy to the outstanding and handsome Lu Boshen. As his wife, she suddenly became possessive.

The little secretary trembled and almost knocked the tray to the ground, and hurried out of the president's office.

Coincidentally, at this time, Xiao Sheng, who had just come out of the bathroom, saw this scene and guessed what happened without thinking. .”

The little secretary burst into tears on the spot.

Xiao Sheng ignored her, but glanced nervously at the president's office.

Inside the president's office.

Song Mengsheng turned to look at Lu Boshen: "How about this, let's go home for dinner first. As usual, you are busy in the study after dinner, and I will never disturb you. If you are hungry like this, you will have stomach problems, which is very bad for your health. .”

In the tone, every sentence is from Lu Baishen's point of view.

Lu Bai listened deeply, feeling a little surprised, and still had a cold face: "Do you have something to ask me?"

This attitude is very different from before.

Song Mengsheng was startled: "Is there anything I can ask you for? No, I just want you to go home for dinner."

"Really? Then you said so much, and you still haven't told me how you got in?" Lu Baishen didn't quite believe what Song Mengsheng had done, with his hands in his pockets coldly, looking at the darkening sky, his thin lips were light sipping.

Song Mengsheng pursed his lips in embarrassment, and sat back on the sofa with a smile: "Well... I'm also eager to see my husband... Would you like to drink more water, my husband? Drink more water, and you'll look more and more handsome! "

She quickly got up and continued pouring water, trying to please Lu Boshen.

Lu Boshen had already developed immunity to her earthy love talk, ignored her, walked back to the desk and sat down, tidying up the desk silently.

Song Mengsheng took a deep breath and waited patiently.

He also got up from time to time to pour water for Lu Baishen's tea.

Lu Boshen didn't give her any expression, but drank the water in the glass.

Song Mengsheng covered his mouth and secretly had fun, muttering to himself: "You are really arrogant, obviously you enjoy it."

Unexpectedly, Lu Bai's dark and thick eyes suddenly looked over.

Song Mengsheng quickly shut his mouth, looking around, pretending to be on the lookout.

About half an hour later, it was completely dark.

Outside, the lights are bright and the traffic is busy.

Lu Baishen put on a well-tailored hand-made jacket, walked out of the president's office imposingly, and walked straight to the president's exclusive elevator with dignified and elegant steps.

Song Mengsheng felt that he had finally come to an end, picked up his bag and trotted to keep up.

When they reached the door of the president's elevator, the men's football team mercilessly pressed the close button.

Song Mengsheng shrugged helplessly, turned around and entered the employee elevator next door.

Fortunately, everything went well and no one came in. When she came out from the first floor, Lu Boshen just came out of the elevator.

Song Mengsheng turned his back to Lu Boshen and immediately made a victory gesture.

In the past, Lu Boshen's car should always be parked in the underground parking lot, but when she came today, she saw that Lu Boshen's car was actually on the ground.

"Thank God for helping me!"

Song Mengsheng secretly smiled in his heart, and hurried to Lu Baishen's side.

At this time, the big security guard outside saw Song Mengsheng and Lu Baishen walking side by side, and hurriedly hid back in the pavilion nervously.

This... He didn't stop the young mistress just now...

 Will he be driven away by Mr. Lu?
However, after the two of them walked away, there was no movement, and the security guard let out a sigh of relief, and suddenly found that the uniform shirt on his body was soaked.

Soon, Song Mengsheng followed Lu Baishen to the above-ground parking lot, the exclusive parking area for the president.