Dressed as the boss's palm pet

Lu Bai hugged Song Mengsheng's waist deeply, refused domineeringly and forcefully, then turned and left: "I don't need it."

Xiao Sheng quickly gave the bodyguard a look: "Go and check."

Then I asked for a clean bathrobe from the hotel waiter.

But at this time, Lu Baishen had already taken Song Mengsheng into the car, ready to go home and rest.

Xiao Sheng had no choice but to put it in Song Mengsheng's hand: "Put it on for Young Master Lu."

Song Mengsheng nodded, turned around and saw Lu Boshen reaching out to refuse, and covered him with a bathrobe: "I'll be worried if you do this."

Lu Boshen closed it by default.

The rest of the crowd gradually dispersed, everyone sighed silently and shook their heads.

Xing Niannian got up from the ground in embarrassment, and roared on the spot without giving up: "I didn't harm Song Mengsheng! I really didn't!"

It's a pity that no one took care of her.

Xing Niannian looked at the empty environment around him, and his expression gradually became ferocious.

Song Mengsheng, you are cruel!
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 Song Mengsheng followed Lu Boshen back home.

As soon as he entered the door, the private doctor greeted him: "Master and Mistress, are you all right? Sit down and let me take a look!"

Song Mengsheng coughed twice, reached out and patted his chest: "I feel very bloated here."

"It should be because I drank a lot of water." The private doctor looked at Song Mengsheng very worriedly, and then at Lu Baishen.

Lu Baishen sat on the sofa, stared at the coffee table with cold eyes, and said indifferently: "I'm fine."

The private doctor then turned around to take care of Song Mengsheng.

Fortunately, Song Mengsheng had nothing to do, but was quite frightened. The personal doctor asked Song Mengsheng to try his best to calm down and rest at home.

Xiao Sheng, who followed, saw that the private doctor had completed the treatment, and bowed his head respectfully, his tone full of apology: "Young Master Lu, what happened today was my negligence."

Lu Baishen tightly grasped the armrest of the sofa with one hand, and his stern face was full of hostility: "Meng Sheng just had an accident a while ago, and she drowned again today, what about next time?"

The bodyguard also stepped forward, bowed his head tightly, and said in a tone full of apology, "It's my fault. What happened today, I'm really sorry for the young mistress."

When Song Mengsheng heard this, he turned sideways quickly, grabbed Lu Baishen's arm, and looked at him face to face: "I really don't blame them. Xiao Sheng was just following your orders. As for the bodyguard... I didn't like it at all. Someone followed me, and everyone was having a meal at the hotel, and I went out for a walk, no one thought that such a thing would happen."

To be precise, no one thought that the woman's heart would be so vicious.

A sharp edge flashed in Lu Bai's deep and deep eyes, and his tone was obviously displeased: "You still have the nerve to tell me? Ever since Zhang Han's incident, I asked you to bring bodyguards with you at all times, and you clearly promised me... ..."

"Honey, I do have a bodyguard with me all the time! I went out to do business recently, and he followed me!"

Song Mengsheng quickly raised her hand and swore to the sky: "But when I eat and go to the bathroom, I can't let him follow me all the time? Who would have thought that Xing Niannian would dare to plot against me in public... Today's incident is really an accident ..."

"Yesterday was an accident, and today is an accident. Let me ask Song Mengsheng, what about the next time? Do you really think that we have three heads and six arms and can save you anytime and anywhere?" Lu Baishen grabbed Song Mengsheng's wrist with his backhand, and pressed one hand on the back of the sofa chair .

Song Mengsheng blinked lightly, and persuaded softly: "No, no, no... I must be more careful in the future, I just don't want people to follow me, I will feel awkward all over, that's why such things happen ...don't be angry, okay?"

Lu Bai glanced at her coldly.

Song Mengsheng smiled deeply at Lu Bai, then blinked at Xiao Sheng and the bodyguard: "It's getting late, you should go back and rest quickly. We will deal with today's affairs tomorrow."

The two men stood still.

Song Mengsheng stared at them with hatred: "What are you doing there! Can you solve the problem here? Go home quickly and don't block my eyes! I want to have a good rest!"

Xiao Sheng glanced at Lu Baishen indifferently.

Lu Boshen pursed his lips tightly, glanced at the two of them sharply, and waved his hand impatiently.

Only then did Xiao Sheng retreat with the bodyguards.

Song Mengsheng hugged Lu Baishen's arm tightly, and smiled again: "Honey, don't be angry, okay? I'm really, really careful."

Lu Baishen looked at the little woman in front of him with a flattering smile on her face, and he couldn't control his anger. He angrily shook off Song Mengsheng's hand and walked upstairs to the bedroom.

"You are so fateful that it doesn't make sense to you."

Song Mengsheng quickly got up and followed: "It makes sense, it makes sense! I will definitely be more careful! I will continue to rest at home for half a day tomorrow! I will definitely not let you worry!"

Lu Boshen didn't pay any attention.

After the two returned to the bedroom, Xing Niannian called.

It was directly called on Lu Baishen's cell phone.

Lu Baishen chose to refuse.

Xing Niannian managed to get Song Mengsheng's cell phone number.

Song Mengsheng never saved this strange number, and he didn't know who pressed the answer button casually.

Hearing it was Xing Niannian's voice, he sarcastically said, "Are you calling to care about my husband, or to confirm whether I am dead or not?"

Xing Niannian's heart turned cold, but he apologized with the utmost gentleness on his face: "Look at what you said, I'm here to care about you and Young Master Lu! Are you two getting better?"

"Thanks to you, I'm still alive." Song Mengsheng glanced at Lu Baishen who was not far away.

Lu Boshen was changing his clothes and getting ready to take a bath.

Xing Niannian laughed twice and said: "Don't be like this, okay? I'm here to apologize to you. I'm really sorry about what happened tonight. I just wanted to make a joke with you. I really didn't expect such a thing to happen. I beg you, don't be angry anymore, okay?"

Song Mengsheng snorted coldly with disdain, put down the phone, and was about to hang up.

Xing Niannian sighed again: "I really beg you, in the future we will develop the environmental protection and ecological cause together, we always have to look up and see down... I will definitely prepare a big gift and apologize to you properly! "

Song Mengsheng satirized unceremoniously: "Weasel has no good intentions to pay New Year's greetings to chickens."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone casually and threw the phone aside.

He got up and closed the automatic curtains, turned around and searched for clean clothes.

Not long after, Lu Boshen came out of the bathroom, his expression still cold.

 But I don't know if it's his own illusion, Song Mengsheng always feels that Lu Baishen's sharp-edged handsome face seems to be a little rosier than before.

 It looks cute, and it seems a little abnormal.

Song Mengsheng suddenly realized something, and shivered unconsciously: "Honey, do you have any discomfort? I asked you to change your clothes at the scene today, but you didn't change them. Later, I also gave the bathrobe. Have you been blown by the evening wind?"

"I don't." Lu Bai pursed his lips coldly, took a towel, and gently wiped the water droplets on his hair.

Song Mengsheng's heart sank, he reached out to grab Lu Baishen's hand, and walked back into the bathroom: "Come with me, you can't catch a cold anymore!"

She was worried that Lu Bai would be exposed to the wind, so she dragged him into the bathroom and sat down, found out the hair dryer, and seriously blow-dried Lu Bai's hair.

Through the glass mirror in the bathroom, Lu Boshen quietly looked at Song Mengsheng's serious appearance, with a cold expressionless expression.

Song Mengsheng secretly observed Lu Boshen during the case, but he just couldn't see through the man's mind, so he could only concentrate on helping him blow-dry his hair and make him a more handsome style.

"Only by drying your hair will you not catch a cold when you sleep, otherwise sleeping with wet hair can easily cause headaches."

Lu Baishen suddenly grabbed Song Mengsheng's hand, and stood up quickly: "It's almost there."

Song Mengsheng pushed Lu Boshen down again, and sat on the chair: "This is not acceptable, your hair is still a little damp inside! Even if you are angry with me, you can't make trouble with your body!"

Before he finished speaking, Lu Boshen suddenly sneezed.

Song Mengsheng was a little dumbfounded and took the hair dryer and blew deeply on Lu Bai, and then said after turning off the switch: "Why do I feel like I'm a crow's mouth, you have a tendency to catch a cold just after talking? I'll wait a while Ask Mrs. Wang to bring you a bowl of ginger soup, you have such a good physique, don't catch a cold, or I will feel sorry for you."

"Whispering." Lu Boshen raised his hands to straighten his hair, turned and walked out of the bathroom.

Song Mengsheng sighed and followed behind Lu Boshen, looking at the man's slender and tall figure, and continued to busy himself.

Not long after, Mrs. Wang brought over two bowls of ginger soup.

Song Mengsheng forced Lu Boshen to drink it together.

Song Mengsheng may have been taking care of his body a while ago, and it was fine if he fell into the swimming pool.

On the contrary, Lu Boshen may have been really cold because he didn't change his clothes later. That night, his cheeks became abnormally rosy.

Lying beside Lu Baishen, Song Mengsheng heard the sound of sneezing, and covered Lu Baishen with a guilty quilt: "It's all my fault that I should have asked you to change clothes."

Lu Boshen drank a glass of water and lay down quietly on the bed: "It has nothing to do with you."

Song Mengsheng sat up straight with some excitement, and her bright watery eyes became extremely rosy: "It doesn't matter, you became like this because of me... You can rest at home with me tomorrow morning..."

"No. Hurry up and sleep and don't talk nonsense." Lu Baishen wrapped the quilt tightly, turned over, and turned his back to Song Mengsheng.

Song Mengsheng sighed softly, and sat down on the bed again.

The next day, Lu Boshen woke up with a splitting headache.

Before the person sat up, his brain became a little confused.

He rubbed his temple with one hand and found that his forehead was very hot.