Dressed as the boss's palm pet

Song Mengsheng bent down to change her slippers, reached out and touched Song Keke's head: "You made me dinner?"

Song Keke dodged subconsciously, but she was afraid that Song Mengsheng would be angry, so she took the initiative to lean back into Song Mengsheng's arms: "Yes! I made hot and sour potato shreds, fried pork shreds with green peppers, and lemonade for Mother Song!"

While speaking, the nanny walked over with a somewhat embarrassed expression: "Young Mistress, you are here, I..."

Song Mengsheng stood up angrily, looked at the food on the table in the restaurant, and asked sharply, "How can you let such a young child cook?"

"I did it myself. When I was in the mountain village, I picked up and burned things by myself. Later, when I came here, Mama Song, you told me that girls should be self-reliant, wash and cook by themselves, so I did it myself. ah."

Song Ke was afraid that Song Mengsheng would be angry, so he took her hand carefully.

Song Mengsheng sighed, squatted down, and took the initiative to hold Song Keke in his arms.

"That's because I was lazy before and didn't want to take good care of you. At your age, you should enjoy maternal love. Let the nanny do it for you in the future. Eat nutritious and healthy food. For these two days, I will arrange for you to go to kindergarten OK?"

"Is the kindergarten a place with many children?" Song Keke looked at Song Mengsheng curiously. He was obviously excited and wanted to dance with his hands and feet, but he weakly hid his hands behind his back.

"Not only are there many children, but they can also study and study. There will also be a parent-child sports meeting. In the future, Mother Song will spare time to accompany you to participate." Song Mengsheng smiled and touched Song Keke's little face, wanting to get closer to her.

After all, children are very simple in thinking.

At that moment, Song Keke couldn't help but cheered: "Okay, okay! Thank you, Mother Song!"

Song Mengsheng smiled happily, then rolled up his sleeves, and personally cooked a table of meals for Song Keke.

After finally finishing his work, he handed the prepared gift to Song Keke.

"This is the first time Mama Song cooks for you, right? Don't be afraid, everything will get better in the future. Remember to have confidence in yourself."

"Oh, by the way, I was too busy yesterday, so I didn't have time to tell you. Mother Song made a lot of mistakes before, and the relationship with your father Lu hasn't been settled yet, so you stay here temporarily."

Song Mengsheng personally served Song Keke with rice and various dishes: "I will discuss it with your father Lu in two days, and I will take you to live with us. Do you want to live with us?"

Song Keke was first surprised by the little rabbit, and the two pairs of watery eyes behind him widened in surprise: "Can I really live with you?"

"It should be possible, but I need to discuss it with Father Lu. After all, the house belongs to him and I need to ask for his permission. If it doesn't work, I'm thinking of a way." Song Mengsheng didn't want to deceive the children, so he chose to tell the truth.

Sure enough, the timid and innocent Song Keke immediately stood in Song Mengsheng's position, reached out and patted her hand: "If Song's mother is in trouble, then forget it, as long as you can visit me often, I will be very happy. "

"He is really a well-behaved and sensible child. Give Song mother some time. Remember to go to bed early at night."

After the meal, Song Mengsheng took Song Keke to wash up, and carried her into the bedroom himself.

Song Keke was afraid that she would lose sight of Song Mengsheng when she opened her eyes. When she fell asleep, her thin little hands were tightly clutching the corner of her clothes.

Song Mengsheng took out his mobile phone in a decent manner, humming a lullaby softly: "The moon is bright, the wind is quiet..."

As she sang, she couldn't help but her eyes were red.

After wearing books for so long, I wonder if her family miss her very much?

Her mother loves her so much, will she wash her face with tears all day long?
Will her good friends gradually forget about herself as time goes by...

"I really want to hide in my mother's arms and listen to her sing me a lullaby..." Song Mengsheng muttered to himself, choked up and put Song Keke's hand back under the bed, and quietly got up and left.

By the time I got home, it was already very late.

When he entered the living room, Lu Boshen was watching the English channel, sipping red wine lazily.

"Sorry, I'm late." Song Mengsheng greeted, put down her pocket, and was about to hand a small gift to Lu Baishen.

However, Lu Bai took a deep look at her with his sharp eyes as dark as midnight, got up straight away, and walked back to the bedroom.

Song Mengsheng was dumbfounded: "Honey, what do you mean? I came back so late, it wasn't me..."

However, Lu Baishen's tall and straight figure quickly disappeared before his eyes.

Before explaining the rest of the words, Song Mengsheng fell down on the sofa dejectedly, feeling a little tired inexplicably.

She can't do things like pleasing others all the time.

It's almost at the limit now...

"Hey, why is the male god so angry?" Song Mengsheng lazily rolled over, resting his hands on the edge of the sofa.

The servant hurried forward and asked softly, "Young Mistress, are you tired from work? Do you need to squeeze your shoulders?"

"No, no, no." Song Mengsheng took a rest for a while, took the prepared sports car model, and walked to the door of Lu Baishen's bedroom.

"Honey, are you in there?"

There was no movement in the room.

"Honey, I really prepared a little surprise for you!"

She seduces.

With a "squeak", the bedroom door opened.

Lu Baishen, who was wearing simple gray home clothes, looked at Song Mengsheng expressionlessly: "Can you be quiet?"

Song Mengsheng hurriedly stuffed the sports car model into Lu Boshen's arms: "I know you like to collect cars, but would you like models? I look very chic."

Lu Bai looked down deeply, and said indifferently in his cold tone, "It doesn't have to be like this in the future."

Song Mengsheng was a little at a loss: "I just want to make up for my previous mistakes."

"Come back late in the future, just like before. You don't need to say hello to me. I don't like to use material things to please." Lu Bai's deep eyes were filled with coldness, he didn't say much, and he closed the door and left.

Song Mengsheng shrugged, turned around and made another fruit salad, warmed up a cup of hot milk, handed it to Mrs. Wang, and sent a copy to Lu Baishen.

He stayed in the living room with his things in his arms and continued to watch TV.

Tired of reading, he took books about jewelry design and lay down on the sofa to study hard.

During this period, Lu Boshen went to the bar in the corner downstairs to choose red wine himself.

Maybe Song Mengsheng watched it too seriously, and didn't notice Lu Baishen's every move.

Lu Baishen gracefully held the red wine in one hand, while looking down at the time on the watch.

It was already around eleven o'clock in the evening.

Unexpectedly, this Song Mengsheng was actually studying...

This is really completely different from her previous working state of fishing in troubled waters...

A lot has indeed changed.

Lu Baishen took a step forward, intending to tell her to rest earlier, but he withdrew his steps, turned around and left in a lonely and arrogant manner.

He didn't know why, but when he thought of Song Mengsheng coming home late, he felt inexplicably angry.

The woman yelled for him to come back early, but she came back so late and didn't even say hello.

Thinking about it, I thought of the past again.

Although Song Mengsheng would go home before, he played outside in the middle of the night to his heart's content. Every time he knew where she was, it was Xiao Sheng's location search photo sent by him.

Heh, it seems that this woman can't hold on for a few days, and plans to show her true colors again.

Lu Boshen quickened his pace a little annoyed, went back to his room, and drank quietly by himself.

Song Mengsheng only knew that Lu Boshen seemed a little angry, and he didn't know why, but after thinking about it, he didn't do anything wrong except coming home late.

So, before going to bed, he didn't deliberately say good night to Lu Bai as usual.

Sitting in the room, Lu Baishen heard Song Mengsheng's door closing, thinking to himself, this woman has quite a personality now.

Just as I was about to take a hot bath, my phone vibrated.

I don't know why Song Mengsheng flashed in front of his eyes...

The fingertips with clear bones gently opened the unlock, and saw that the information inside was sent by Xing Niannian.

"Young Master Lu, are you asleep? I have something urgent to see you."

Lu Boshen ignored it and threw the phone aside.

 On the other end of the phone, Xing Niannian looked at the quiet phone page, a sneer of disdain flashed in his eyes with exquisite heavy makeup, and his tall and slim body leaned on the sofa: "Could it be that woman who is pestering him?" Bar?"

She quickly dialed the phone again.

The noise made Lu Bai deeply annoyed, and the phone was connected.

Xing Niannian was overjoyed, and deliberately put his voice softly: "Well... I'm really sorry for disturbing you so late. It may be that I have been busy with our cooperation these two days, and I am a little tired. I just measured I have a fever, I have a fever..."

Lu Baishen's cold and indifferent tone contained obvious doubts, and he was also very venomous: "If you are sick and feel uncomfortable, you should seek a doctor. What do you want me for?"

Xing Niannian coughed all of a sudden: "Ahem, cough, Young Master Lu, this... I'm more scared by myself."

My God, this man is too incomprehensible.

However, she felt that such a Lu Boshen was even more domineering and handsome.

Sure enough, Lu Boshen still didn't give face, and there was an undisguised warning in his cold tone: "I think I know Miss Xing well enough to call in the middle of the night. If you feel uncomfortable, call 120 immediately."

With a bang, the phone was hung up.

This time Xing Niannian was really dumbfounded, with a dark complexion, he dropped the phone to the ground: "It's too much! It's too heartless! Anyway, I'm also the one your stepmother introduced to you!"

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On the other side, Song Mengsheng didn't know what happened to Lu Baishen's place. While watching TV and putting on a mask, the butler stood at the door and knocked on the door.

"Young Mistress, are you asleep? I suddenly remembered that I have something for you. "

"What? Come in!" Song Mengsheng didn't forget to lower his head to check his clothes.

The butler walked in with a gift box in both hands: "This is what Lu Patriarch sent over for you."

Song Mengsheng sat up straight in agitation, looked at the gift box with her head, and blinked her shining beautiful eyes: "I've been busy giving things to others for the past two days, but I didn't expect that I still have presents?"