Dressed as the boss's palm pet

Lu Boshen stretched out his hand, gently stroked Song Mengsheng's cheek, and said softly, "What's there to cry about? It's rare for a family to be together well, and we should enjoy the present."

"That's what you said." Song Keke nodded vigorously, turned around and ran to the kitchen again, and brought himself a small bowl of noodles.

The three of them ate deliciously.

Song Mengsheng felt inexplicably sad while eating.

Song Keke is so young, relying on his own exploration, he can do many things...

This should not be endured at such a young age.

Song Mengsheng was moved, but also felt sorry for Song Keke.

After eating some noodles with big mouthfuls, he put down his chopsticks and continued, "The taste is really good. You should enjoy your happy childhood and don't think too much about it."

"But I am very grateful to my parents for taking care of me." Song Keke ate in small bites, blinking her eyes, full of clarity and innocence.

 Song Mengsheng was even more moved, but she still shook her head persistently: "But I hope you can do what you should do at your own age. You did this before because you had no other conditions, but it's different now. You should study hard and pursue your own dreams more.”

Song Keke nodded seriously: "I know Mom, don't worry, I will be very good."

Song Mengsheng's heart trembled slightly when he heard these words.

After so long, this girl is still afraid that she will be abandoned, so she must try her best to behave.

She secretly made up her mind that she would spend more time with this child in the future, educate her with more patience, and give him more sense of security.

Even Lu Boshen felt Song Keke's inner sensitivity, and said in a low voice, "Keke, your task right now is to study hard and improve yourself, don't think about other things."

"Okay." Song Keke agreed happily.

After dinner, Song Mengsheng and Lu Baishen stood at the door of the villa, chatting and breathing fresh air.

"I must educate Ke Ke patiently. I don't want to see her like this in the future. It seems to be the second time for this kind of cooking."

Song Mengsheng turned to look at the man beside him, his expression was full of worry.

"The child is abandoned, and this kind of psychological shadow will probably stay with her for the rest of her life. More patience and time are needed. Don't act too hastily." Lu Baishen put his arms around Song Mengsheng's shoulders, and looked at her faintly with dark eyes.

Song Mengsheng nodded: "I'm sure there will be. I'm just worried that this child is too sensitive and will think too much. How nice it is to be carefree."

Lu Bai Shenxin stood tall and slender at the door of the villa, exuding a cool and deep aura around him: "In fact, there is nothing wrong with Keke, everyone has their own life."

"It's true. It's just too sensitive. I always think about others, and it's easy to ignore my own feelings." Song Mengsheng bit her lip subconsciously.

Lu Baishen stretched out his hand and gently held Song Mengsheng's hand: "No matter what you look like, I will definitely protect you all your life."

Hearing such affectionate words, Song Mengsheng's heart skipped a beat.

I wanted to say that she would also like to stay by Lu Baishen's side for the rest of her life, but she suddenly thought of her beloved family members...

She was reluctant to leave her parents who loved her.

But it seems that he is also reluctant to leave Lu Baishen...

More importantly, now that she has transmigrated into the book very suddenly, will she also suddenly transmigrate back to the original real world?

She thought about a lot of things sensitively in her heart, and suddenly she didn't dare to make a solemn promise to Lu Boshen...

"What are you thinking? Keeping your head down?"

Lu Bai reached out and pinched Song Mengsheng's cheek.

Song Mengsheng suddenly came back to his senses, his watery eyes gleamed slightly, sparkling: "Huh? I didn't think about anything."

"Don't think about it too much, let's go back and rest early." Lu Baishen grabbed Song Mengsheng's hand and held it in his palm.

Song Mengsheng quietly scratched the palm of his hand twice with his nails.

Lu Baishen felt a little itchy, and firmly held Song Mengsheng's hand, looked at her with lowered eyes and a smile: "What do you mean?"

Song Mengsheng turned her head playfully, and laughed softly: "This is nothing interesting, just to enliven the somewhat dignified atmosphere."

Lu Boshen raised his other hand and held it in the clenched fists of the two.

He leaned slightly, looked at the pure and beautiful side face, and pressed his lips together: "Then can I understand that you want to get closer to me? Let your children be safe in the future."

Although Lu Boshen said it very euphemistically, Song Mengsheng still heard it clearly and clearly.

In an instant, a bright and fair little face was instantly flushed, like a peach blossom blooming in spring, bright and pink, with a charming expression.

"You are going to tease me again at night..."

"Don't you want to?" Lu Baishen deliberately approached Song Mengsheng's heart with a magnetic voice with a little temptation.

Song Mengsheng's heart was beating like a drum, and he slowly lowered his eyes and raised the corners of his lips: "I won't tell you."

"Mom and Dad should hurry up and give birth to a younger brother and sister for me."

Suddenly, Song Keke's voice appeared behind the two of them.

Song Mengsheng turned around in surprise, and stared at Song Keke dumbfounded: "Why are you still eavesdropping on adults' speech!"

There was a slight smile on Lu Baishen's handsome face, and his black eyes were full of joy: "I want to hurry up, but it's a pity that your mother doesn't want to."

Song Keke blinked quietly at Lu Baishen.

Then he walked to Song Mengsheng's side, grabbed Song Mengsheng's hand with his small hand, and shook it coquettishly: "Then mother, you agree! Didn't you say that the child is the crystallization of the relationship between parents? Although there is me in the family, but you There should be a few more of the two."

"This... I'm not ready yet." Song Mengsheng was even more shy after being given birth by a child.

Song Keke swayed resolutely, and smiled crisply: "I can help mother take care of the baby!"

"I..." Song Mengsheng didn't know how to answer at all.

Instead, Lu Bai hugged Song Mengsheng deeply, turned around and walked back into the villa: "Let's go, don't dawdle, go back and continue making babies."

Song Mengsheng walked slowly, and muttered behind the two of them: "This is a great cause of making babies, and it's hard to do..."

Song Keke took two steps, then turned around again: "Mom, how can it be very hard to give birth to a baby? Don't be afraid, at worst, I will prepare a supper for you."

Song Mengsheng coughed violently when he heard it.

Even Lu Boshen, who looked calm, coughed twice in a little embarrassment at this moment.

Song Mengsheng raised his hand and tapped Song Keke's head, and said helplessly, "I don't need you to make me something to eat."

"But you used to ask me to cook for you." Song Keke said softly.

Song Mengsheng was a little embarrassed: "The past is the past."

Lu Bai looked back at Song Mengsheng quietly: "It seems that you have asked Ke Ke to do such things before, no wonder this child cares so much."

Song Mengsheng laughed dryly, a little bit annoyed by what Yuanshen did in his heart: "I used to think that your cooking was delicious, and I always wanted to exercise you, but now I find that method is very wrong, so don't take it to heart. up."

"Okay, Mom and Dad go to bed early." Song Keke turned and went back to her room.

Song Mengsheng breathed a sigh of relief, and walked upstairs to the bedroom on the steps.

Taking advantage of Song Mengsheng closing the door, Lu Boshen turned around and put her wall on the wall next to the door, and kissed her unceremoniously.

Two people forget themselves and are intimate...

After a long time, Song Mengsheng was lying in the bed, looking at the quiet night outside the window, and suddenly sat up with great interest: "I want to sit on the roof, enjoy the night breeze, and drink some red wine, it seems not bad."

After a hearty exercise, Lu Baishen felt a little tired at the moment, so he sat up slowly: "It's cold at night."

"Just sit for a while, okay?" Song Mengsheng stuck out his neck, and kissed and kissed Lu Baishen's side face.

Lu Baishen yawned, but put on his coat and accompanied Song Mengsheng to the rooftop.

Song Mengsheng didn't drink red wine, but instead held a cup of hot milk, quietly admiring the deep night sky.

When he was wandering, he leaned his head on Lu Baishen's shoulder and enjoyed it very much.

"Honey, do you know? Originally, I thought that the two of us would really get divorced, and then my miserable life would start, but I didn't expect to be able to continue being with you properly. It feels a little unreal."

"I used to feel that way too."

Hearing what Song Mengsheng was saying, Lu Boshen gently covered himself with the blanket.

"Really? Maybe I felt that I had gone too far before, and I'm afraid that the happiness and sweetness I got now will be lost when I turn around..." Song Mengsheng gently clenched Lu Baishen's hand.

Lu Bai glanced sideways at the little woman beside him, and said in a low voice, "Then try to make everything in front of you more real."

"Okay." Song Mengsheng responded softly.

It's just that I feel a little uneasy in my heart.

She changed the current storyline, but some things still develop according to the author's arrangement.

Just like myself, although the relationship with Lu Baishen has a stable foundation, the confidante Xing that the author arranged for Lu Baishen still exists every year.

It's not just these, she feels that Xing Niannian has a tendency to become black.

Even Zhang Han, who has the aura of the protagonist, in the plot of the original book, Zhang Han returns to the scum, but he is not so unscrupulous.

But now it seems that because of her change, you have subtly changed many people.

Then those things that were supposed to happen...with a turning point, will they be transferred to other things?
Logically speaking, the author's specific plot arrangement is not so easy to handle, right?