Dressed as the boss's palm pet

Song Mengsheng looked at Lu Boshen's luxurious and low-key Maybach, and when the driver opened the door for Lu Boshen, he got into the car.

"Honey, I'll go home with you."

For the first time, Lu Boshen felt that he had been made one head and two big by a woman, and looked at Song Mengsheng with cold and sharp eyes: "Shut up."

Song Mengsheng covered her mouth with both hands, her petite and handsome body huddled up in the corner of the car.

She thought to herself, no matter whether Lu Boshen comes home or not, she will follow him.

Of course, she was surprised, and somewhat expected...

Lu Boshen still asked the driver to drive the car back home.

Although the whole process was full of arrogant and indifferent rejections on the surface, when he got off the car and went home, his expression and attitude were obviously much better.

Seeing the success of his plan, Song Mengsheng didn't quite know what would make Lu Baishen happy at the moment. After thinking about it, he might as well cook a table of meals by himself.

This time, she plans to make a simpler hot pot.

Two people sitting together can still be lively.

At the same time, in the shortest possible time, we can make some special crispy pork and strong pork rib soup.

In fact, she also felt that it was a bit late, so she called the chef at home and quickly ordered: "Eat the hot pot I made tonight."

The chef grievously opened the refrigerator in the kitchen: "Young Mistress, I really want to say something, I will lose my job if you do this..."

"Don't worry, it will never happen." Song Mengsheng said while cutting the cucumbers for dipping.

She had a clear plan in mind.

All the pleasing behaviors now are just for the sake of not divorcing Lu Baishen.

When the relationship between the two of them eased, she would only cook herself at the right time.

At that time, when he leaves here, the people here will no longer need her.

The chef was also afraid that Song Mengsheng would get angry, so he had to be a helper cautiously.

Song Mengsheng cut quickly, thinking that Lu Bai must not be kept waiting for a long time.

Maybe it was really too anxious, the knife went down, and suddenly cut on her thumb!

"hiss!"

He couldn't help but let out an exclamation, and gasped in pain.

The chef next to him was startled, put down what he was holding and ran over: "Young Mistress, where are you hurt? Are you okay? Where is... the butler? Where is Mrs. Wang?"

The servant waiting outside the door ran in nervously: "What's the matter? What happened?"

"It's nothing." Song Mengsheng looked at the bloody thumb, the meat inside was cut open a little bit, and he put it directly under the faucet to drain the blood.

The chef and servants were so frightened that they paled in fright: "Young mistress can't be like this!"

The housekeeper who heard the sound happened to see this scene, and hurriedly ordered nervously: "Young Mistress, don't move! I'll call a private doctor! I'll find you a first-aid kit!"

"No need, just bring me a bottle of povidone iodine and a band-aid!" Song Mengsheng didn't care at all, looked at his thumb, and wanted to continue chopping vegetables.

The chef quickly stopped him: "No, young mistress! This will infect the wound! You'd better go to the living room to rest for a while! Let's talk after bandaging!"

Song Mengsheng pursed her lips, glanced at the hot pot that was almost ready, and walked out of the kitchen a little worried: "Then you guys set up the hot pot in the restaurant first."

After that, go into the living room.

Lu Boshen happened to be holding the remote control, watching foreign English financial channels.

Song Mengsheng admired secretly in his heart, and sat on the single sofa.

The butler quickly ran over, opened the medicine box, and said nervously: "Young Mistress, hold on, the private doctor will be here soon."

"I'm not saying, don't make it so complicated!" The woman waved her hands again and again, and followed the housekeeper to look through the medicine box.

Lu Baishen, who was sitting next to him, looked towards him with deep and cold eyes.

Seeing the blood on Song Mengsheng's thumb, his eyes narrowed sharply, and his sharp and thin lips twisted into a cold straight line.

At this time, the housekeeper found a cotton swab and dipped it in some povidone iodine: "Okay, young mistress, please sit down, and I will handle it for you."

"Thank you then." Song Mengsheng gasped in pain and stretched out his hand.

The housekeeper gave him a little support in a very gentlemanly manner: "It may hurt a little, please bear with it."

"Wait."

At this time, Lu Boshen standing next to him suddenly stood up, took the cotton swab from the housekeeper, grabbed Song Mengsheng's wrist, and placed it in front of him.

Song Mengsheng was taken aback, and when she saw Lu Baishen bowed her head to treat her wound, she was suddenly overjoyed: "Thank you."

The butler stepped back tactfully.

Lu Baishen squeezed Song Mengsheng's hand indifferently, and carefully treated the wound on it with a cotton swab.

The movements were gentle at first, but when the Band-Aid was put on, the movements were a little harder.

The painful Song Mengsheng bit her red lips tightly, and said pitifully, "Can you be lighter?"

Lu Boshen gently threw away the wrapping of the Band-Aid, and sneered, "Do you know it hurts now? You don't need a chef, do you have to go and cook by yourself?"

Song Mengsheng frowned innocently: "But I want you to eat the meals I cook."

"Are you finished?" Lu Boshen used a little strength to press the Band-Aid to seal it.

Song Mengsheng's watery eyes sparkled in pain, and he screamed in a hoarse voice, "It hurts!"

Lu Boshen waved impatiently and called the servant.

The servant carefully went forward to pack the medicine box.

Song Mengsheng repeatedly blew on the wound.

Blowing and blowing, suddenly realized one thing.

Lu Boshen, a tsundere man, is quite possessive.

It shouldn't be because she was injured just now, and I felt sorry for taking care of her, but because I didn't want to see her have physical contact with the housekeeper...

Guessing this, Song Mengsheng looked at Lu Baishen in disbelief with his fair and snowy face.

However, Lu Boshen got up expressionlessly, maintaining his innate aloofness, and entered the restaurant.

Song Mengsheng smelled the aroma of the rice, trotted over, and couldn't wait to sit down.

Knowing that Lu Boshen might be a little impatient, she didn't ask any more questions, and ate her meal quietly.

After drinking and eating, she watched Lu Baishen walk towards the study, and went to the gym to exercise again.

Secretly thinking in his heart, right now, as long as he does not get divorced and the plot of the original book does not develop towards a tragic life, it will be fine.

It seems that in the past two days, we can keep a proper distance and give Lu Baishen a buffer to adapt.

Hey, think about it, there is still a sense of frustration in life in my heart!

……

Another day, spent trying to change a tragic fate.

Song Mengsheng tried hard to recall the plots in the original book, and secretly rejoiced that there seemed to be a few tragic plots, because her changes did not happen as expected.

This also made her briefly relieved.

When I went to work, I was in a good mood, and I didn't do anything about my cousin Peng Ran's secret rivalry at work.

When she got off work, Xia Qiqi bouncingly hooked her shoulders, with a smirk on her face: "You look pretty good recently, did something good happen?"

Song Mengsheng helped his forehead helplessly: "I look okay? I was thinking about how to get along with Lu Baishen all night last night, and I almost lost sleep."

"Then what have you researched?" Xia Qiqi glanced at Song Mengsheng curiously, took out her lipstick, and touched up her makeup on her phone.

Song Mengsheng murmured a few words in her girlfriend's ear in a low voice: "It's annoying to please people openly, so it's better to be dark."

Xia Qiqi frowned suspiciously.

Song Mengsheng had already laughed and left.

After walking out of the SunGoddess jewelry design studio, Song Mengsheng happily entered a luxury shopping mall.

As soon as he walked in, the exclusive shopping butler greeted him with a smile on his face: "Miss Song Mengsheng, you are here again. I wonder what you want to buy this time?"

Song Mengsheng looked at the strange shopping butler and waved his hand: "If you don't buy anything, you don't have to follow me about it."

"Huh? What did you say? Serving you is the right thing to do. Besides, you gave me a Rolex last time. I am so grateful!" The shopping butler couldn't believe what he heard.

Song Mengsheng slowed down and stared at the shopping butler twice more.

He looks handsome and gentle, and looks gentle and considerate.

Seems to understand something...

"Song Mengsheng" ah "Song Mengsheng", you are really a good-looking little fresh meat!

It seems that you spend a lot of money here, give them some money!

Headache, headache!
The shopping butler saw that Song Mengsheng wanted to shirk, and hurriedly pulled her towards the first floor of the mall: "Oh, I'll go shopping with you! Don't worry, I will follow you silently! Old rules, buy yours first. Things, and then buy gifts for a few gentlemen!"

Unable to resist the enthusiasm of the shopping butler, Song Mengsheng had no choice but to let him follow behind.

But in every store, she went directly to the men's shopping area, shopping like crazy.

I bought a dozen of watches alone...

Dark green, Audemars Piguet Royal Oak series, more than 5.

Silver and black, IWC pilot series, more than [-].

Fashion blue, Rolex Submariner, more than [-]...

There are also international quasi-premium brand suits...

Sartorio Napoli...

Hermes...

Berluti...

Ermenegildo...

There are too many luxury brands...

Fortunately, Lu Baishen has done manual customization in the store. Song Mengsheng reminded him, and the clerk immediately customized and modified it according to Lu Baishen's size.

There are also all kinds of men's bags from LV...

Belts from different brands...

The shopping stewards behind him were dumbfounded: "Are you planning to take over the entire shopping mall?"

Song Mengsheng supported his chin with one hand, and nodded seriously: "It's okay."

The shopping butler couldn't answer the call.

I only heard Song Mengsheng continue to say: "But with that man's qualifications, there are countless shopping malls under his banner, so I don't need to do this."

The shopping butler came over curiously: "What kind of fresh meat did you burn again? The conditions are comparable to Master Lu!"

Song Mengsheng felt chilly, took out the credit card, and handed it to the shopkeeper: "Please, don't say such things again in the future."

"I was just joking." The shopping butler carefully observed Song Mengsheng's expression, always feeling that something was different.

Song Mengsheng refused solemnly: "This kind of joke is not allowed. These things are all for my husband Lu Baishen, and I will only buy them for him alone in the future."

The shopping butler was so startled that he almost fell to the ground and muttered softly, "Is the sun coming out from the west?"

This is the time--

While Song Mengsheng was shopping like crazy, he had no idea that he had already been on the hot searches on all major platforms.