Dressed as the boss's palm pet

Song Mengsheng and Lu Baishen stood at the door of the villa, watching them off.

After the car disappeared, Song Mengsheng looked at Lu Boshen, and then at Song Keke, who was lying on the sofa and was drowsy: "Shall we two go out for a walk?"

Lu Boshen was silent for a while, and said in a cold voice: "Look at tomorrow's, you have to go to bed early tonight."

"Are you worried about my body?" Song Mengsheng was not disappointed when he heard these words, but felt sweet in his heart.

This man is caring, and he really loves others.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Lu Bai gave Song Mengsheng a cold look, then walked back to the villa.

Song Mengsheng hummed a little tune and followed behind him: "What's the matter? I'm sorry to admit it? I just asked casually."

"Don't follow me." Lu Baishen walked to the door of his room angrily.

Just about to turn the doorknob, suddenly thought of Mr. Lu's intention, turned to Song Mengsheng and said, "I'm going to change clothes, you should pack up the things in the room quickly. If it's a mess when you come back, I'll see how I clean you up. "

"It's not a mess, okay? Didn't you just put the tablet on the bed?" Song Mengsheng watched Lu Boshen close the door of the room, stuck out his tongue at him, and walked back to his room unsteadily.

Grabbing the tablet casually, he closed the page for following dramas, opened the design drawings in the backpack, and planned to refine it.

When he was almost busy, Lu Boshen had already walked in in his pajamas, and got into bed all at once.

Song Mengsheng looked at it in embarrassment, feeling very complicated for a while.

 After coming out from ancestor Lu, the two of them have been sleeping in the same bed, covered with a big double quilt, almost entering and exiting at the same time in other places.

Those who don't know think that the two of them are really good...

But if one day, Lu Boshen is unwilling to continue pretending, what should he do?
It must be embarrassing then, right?

Song Mengsheng pursed her lips lightly, and seized all the time to revise.

After being busy for about two hours, she stood up exhaustedly and stretched her muscles and bones. When she turned around, she found that Lu Boshen was already lying on the bed, with one hand under the pillow, and was peacefully asleep.

And the position where he is lying is the position where he usually sleeps...

Song Mengsheng scratched her head in confusion, so she slept on the other side?
Or wake him up gently?

Hey, but she is used to sleeping on the left side, and there is a man beside her, so falling asleep is difficult enough...

Song Mengsheng sat by the bed and looked at Lu Baishen quietly, resting his chin on his hands, watching quietly.

I don't know how long he looked at it, but Lu Baishen turned over, looked up at the faint light, and looked sideways at her: "What time is it? Why haven't you slept yet?"

Song Mengsheng suddenly met a pair of black eyes, and he was shocked. He leaned back and almost sat down on the floor.

Fortunately, Lu Boshen reached out quickly, grabbed Song Mengsheng's arm, and pulled hard, causing her to throw herself on him.

"Are you okay? Why are you sitting here?" Lu Baishen sat up quickly and looked at her sleepily.

Song Mengsheng was worried that Lu Boshen knew that he was peeking at him, so he got up from the bed in embarrassment, and pouted dissatisfiedly: "It's because you slept restlessly and pushed me to this side, you hurry back to your seat."

Lu Boshen yawned lazily on his stern and stern face, his slender body moved back a little bit, reached out and patted the position beside the bed: "Come here and lie down."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his slender arms and placed them beside the pillow.

Song Mengsheng stood still and didn't dare to move: "You are here, how can I go to sleep?"

"Isn't this freeing up space for you?" Lu Baishen was so sleepy that he closed his eyes again.

Song Mengsheng was also staggering from sleepiness. He wanted to push Lu Boshen away, but he fell down uncontrollably.

Knowing that she was leaning in the arms of a man, she closed her eyes awkwardly, and tried her best to tell herself not to think about it.

But at this time, the man's arm was unceremoniously put on her body, and he hugged her gently.

Her heart was pounding, and she quickly closed her eyes nervously, not daring to move at all.

I'm afraid that some flames will be ignited if I'm not careful...

Fortunately, Lu Boshen should also be very tired, and soon fell asleep.

Listening to the even breathing coming from her ears, she exhaled carefully, and then fell asleep in peace.

Early in the morning, Song Mengsheng rolled over lazily, and touched a strong chest with one hand.

However, in her sleep, she thought she had met a prince, and she smiled foolishly.

"Prince, your figure feels good."

The prince's face was somewhat unclear, but he was wearing a white nightgown, which seemed familiar.

I only heard the prince chuckle and said: "It's been very good all the time, do you want to feel it again?"

She stretched out her hand with a smirk: "This is what you said, then I will not be polite."

After she finished speaking, she walked forward with a smirk on her face, put her hands together, and touched indiscriminately.

"Hey, it's really a big deal."

"How does that feel? Why don't you tell me?" The prince's voice was full of jokes.

She smiled like a nympho, and stretched out her arms, hugged the prince tightly, and pressed her small face to her chest: "It's very strong, and the sense of security is overwhelming. If you touch it carefully, it still feels a little soft to the touch. Why don't you touch it?" Now that you are a prince, why not become a fashion male model! There must be countless women falling in love with him!"

"What about you? Will you fall in love?" The prince grabbed Song Mengsheng's slender chin with one hand.

"Of course!" Song Mengsheng raised her face and said sweetly.

It turned out that the prince's face suddenly changed to Lu Boshen's face, and he punched the prince's chest fiercely, and then pushed it away forcefully: "Why is it you!"

At the same time, Lu Baishen, who was lying on the side, felt a pain in his chest, and instantly roared: "Song Mengsheng!"

"Ah? Here!" Song Mengsheng trembled all over, and suddenly woke up from his sleep.

Lu Baishen looked at her angrily and amusedly: "Sleep when you sleep, why hit me?"

Song Mengsheng didn't react for a while, and blinked his eyes: "Did I hit you just now? I was obviously dreaming..."

As he spoke, his small eyes glanced at Lu Baishen's chest.

At this moment, a few buttons of Lu Bai's dark white pajamas were unbuttoned, revealing the clean and white muscle lines inside.

She opened her mouth in surprise.

This...how does this seem to be the same as in a dream?

Lu Boshen immediately covered the quilt on his body, and said angrily, "Don't you know that people can have unconscious body movements when they are dreaming? Punch me on the chest. Are you trying to murder your husband?"

"Hey! Early in the morning, you woke me up with a fright, and you turned around to teach me a lesson? Did you not sleep well, did you take medicine?" Song Mengsheng was so angry that she lifted the quilt with one hand, turned around and sat by the bed, viciously staring at the person in front of him.

Lu Boshen also sat up angrily: "It was you who made the first move."

Song Mengsheng choked for a moment, pinched his waist with both hands, and continued to work hard to be justified: "You mean to blame me? You said you were unconscious, how do I know if I really did it!"

As he said that, he felt inexplicably guilty.

If it was really an unconscious action, could the prince she touched just now be Lu Boshen?

No no no, absolutely impossible!
If it was really Lu Boshen, he would definitely kick her out of bed!

"It's simply unreasonable." Lu Bai got out of bed with a dark face, and turned to wash.

"I think you are unreasonable!" Song Mengsheng left angrily.

……

At the beginning of a new day, Song Mengsheng brought his refined design to the studio, and then called some designers who were willing to challenge, and everyone sat around for a meeting.

"Everyone can take out their own works now, let's appreciate and evaluate each other, and we will vote for the works that we think are good."

"Can I make multiple choices?" Xia Qiqi asked from the side.

Song Mengsheng nodded gently: "As long as you think it's good, you can vote. Even if someone loses, don't be discouraged. This is a very large design. If you can win this cooperation, most designers will join it. .”

"Then let's start." Xia Qiqi clapped happily.

However, when these jewelry design works were placed on the conference table, to be honest, Song Mengsheng was not very satisfied.

It is still a traditional and fixed cartoon style, either made into a small pendant, inlaid on a bracelet or necklace, or made into an earring style.

"They're all pretty good-looking, but they're not new at all. These designs have been designed by other Zhou surnamed brands before."

Song Mengsheng took out a few designs at random and held them up in front of everyone: "Look at this, I'm not saying that the design is not good, but do you think consumers can recognize whose brand it is after buying it?"

Everyone's expressions became serious.

"It seems that it really can't."

Song Mengsheng nodded vigorously, and walked in the front with a serious expression: "But you must all know that no matter who wears us's jewelry design, you can recognize it. So, we still have to redesign it."

"But I think this one is pretty good. It's not signed, and I don't know who it is." Someone pulled out a design drawing from it.

Song Mengsheng's beautiful eyes flickered slightly: "That one..."

Others also looked at it carefully: "This design is quite unique, take a closer look, this hellokitty's diamond ring is directly designed in the style of pink diamonds on the glasses and other parts, and on the ring setting I designed the same series of small hearts and bows, isn't this a heartfelt..."

"And these..."

Everyone chattered about the design manuscript.

Song Mengsheng coughed softly, and interrupted softly: "This is a series I made."

"Wow! It turned out to be Mr. Song's design! This is amazing!" Everyone praised.