Dressed as the boss's palm pet

Song Mengsheng proudly raised her chin, stood up gracefully, and looked down at the people in front of her beautiful eyes: "Even if you can keep me in check, you can't keep me in my heart."

The housekeeper bowed his head respectfully, and said awkwardly: "You can do things in the villa."

"Do you still need to remind me?" Song Mengsheng's smiling face became a little colder, and he deliberately put on a domineering look, turned around and entered the study.

She made a phone call to Xia Qiqi, and sent voice messages to several senior leaders of SunGoddess. Relying on her rare and clear memory, she arranged the work one by one.

Afterwards, she went directly into Song Keke's room.

Song Keke was sitting by the window, flipping through a children's fairy tale book, when she saw Song Mengsheng coming in, she quickly got up to greet her: "Mother Song."

"What are you looking at? So serious." Song Mengsheng knew that Song Keke was still a little afraid of him, so he deliberately softened his tone, and walked in front of her with a smile.

Song Keke carefully held up the fairy tale book: "I'm studying. Mother Song said that children must study hard, otherwise adults will be angry."

Song Mengsheng frowned, squatted down, and tried to make them closer.

"Did I say that before? I was talking nonsense at that time! You have to know that kids really have to study hard, but the knowledge you learn is for yourself, to make you a better person, Absolutely not to learn to make adults angry."

"Oh, I see." Song Keke nodded half understanding.

Song Mengsheng reached out to help Song Keke sort out the messy books, and patiently educated: "What kind of books do you like, you can tell me or tell the housekeeper, and we can buy them for you."

"I... I want to read fairy books, the ones that have a three-dimensional effect after opening... I have seen other children have..." When Sending Coco was speaking, his voice was still getting weaker and softer, and he kept silent secretly. Forgot to look at Song Mengsheng's expression.

"If you like it, you should say it out loud. It's a good thing to buy books and study. What's there to be afraid of?"

Song Mengsheng simply sat on the floor, holding her little hand with both hands: "Let me tell you, maybe I fell down before, and my brain is not working well, so I got a little angry, but I really won't."

"I'm so afraid that you don't want me." Song Keke listened, her small eye sockets became moist, her lips moved for a long time, and finally she couldn't help but say what was in her heart.

Song Mengsheng stretched out his hands and hugged the fragile child in front of him tightly, his clear and soft voice choked up uncontrollably: "You silly child."

Song Keke saw that Song Mengsheng was willing to hug her, his eyes lit up, and he burst into tears with excitement.

The two hugged for a while, then wandered around the villa with nothing to do.

When Song Keke was taking a nap in the afternoon, Song Mengsheng began to implement his plan with his mobile phone.

She flipped through the local shopping app and quickly found a lot of good children's clothing stores. According to Song Keke's size, she selected a variety of clothes and bought a lot of things.

When getting off work, each family has already delivered the items box by box.

"Coco, come with me and see what surprise I have prepared for you."

Song Mengsheng woke up Song Keke, covered her eyes with both hands, and moved carefully towards the living room.

Song Keke became curious and guessed again and again: "Is it a fairy tale book? Or a beautiful fairy stick? A little skirt?"

"You're quite smart, but your guess wasn't quite right." Song Mengsheng looked at the really expectant expression that day, and his heart was melted by cuteness.

Song Keke couldn't wait to quicken his pace: "What is that? I can't guess it!"

Two people have walked into the living room.

Song Mengsheng let go of his hand gently, and pouted at the mountain of presents in front of him, "Look for yourself."

Song Keke didn't expect that there would be so many things in front of him, so he threw himself on the cardboard box in surprise, looked back and forth, and couldn't know what to do for a while: "Are these all mine?"

Song Mengsheng nodded.

Song Keke screamed excitedly, bouncing vigorously on the spot, and felt that this was very wrong, covering her mouth with both hands in embarrassment.

Song Mengsheng looked at this cute little figure, and chuckled: "Aren't you looking at your gift? I'm going to be in a hurry!"

"Thank you, Mother Song." Song Keke blushed shyly and greeted politely before unwrapping the gift with excitement.

"Wow! Fairy fairy tale book! Fairy stick! And fairy skirts! Wow, there is Song Mengsheng's skirt from Frozen! My God, there is even Snow White's skirt! Mother Song, why did you buy me so many?"

Song Keke opened the box after box, and was surprised again.

"Stationery box? Crayons? So many colors! School bag? One, two..."

"Princess dress? Princess shoes?"

Song Mengsheng stepped forward and helped Song Keke continue to open the box: "You can't see it? Do you like it!"

Song Keke immediately threw herself into Song Mengsheng's arms, rubbing her face happily: "I like it very much, thank you, mother Song."

"Just as long as you like it. Come and try on clothes with me." Song Mengsheng picked up a white gauze princess dress and a pair of small white leather shoes with pink bows, and handed them to Song Keke.

Song Keke took it solemnly with both hands, took the clothes and found a room to change.

Not long after, he walked out timidly again, looking at Song Mengsheng nervously.

"Mother Song, do I look good like this?"

Song Mengsheng clapped his hands, and lightly hooked his pink lips: "Whose cutie is this? Let mom give you a hug!"

Song Keke relaxed and laughed, and threw herself into Song Mengsheng's arms: "Mother Song, I am so happy today. When I grow up, I will also earn money to buy you skirts!"

"As expected of my sweet baby, these things are given to you. You can store them in the room according to your own preferences, or you can dress them yourself." Song Mengsheng patted Song Keke's head and guided She cultivated a good habit of doing it by herself.

Song Keke nodded immediately: "Okay, I will try my best to do well."

Song Mengsheng smiled in satisfaction, looked up at the time on the clock in the living room, and suddenly became serious again: "Okay, you go and pack your things, I'm going back to my room."

Song Keke blinked suspiciously: "Aren't you waiting for Papa Lu to come back here?"

Song Mengsheng hesitated for a while, but still shook his head firmly: "He locked me here, I don't want to see him."

"Why is that?" Song Keke became even more curious.

Song Mengsheng sighed, squatted down, and patiently explained: "Actually, there's nothing wrong with him. He misunderstood that I was intimate with other men, but those were really just misunderstandings!"

"Speak up if you have a misunderstanding! Otherwise, wouldn't you be even more angry?" Song Keke thought about it decently.

Song Mengsheng's movements froze, and a self-deprecating smile curled up on the corner of his lips: "If only our adult world were as simple as your children's, that would be fine."

Song Keke's dark and shiny eyes revealed a puzzled expression.

Song Mengsheng stood up and patted her on the shoulder: "Forget it, it's useless to talk too much, maybe he won't be angry in a few days, and I will prove myself with practical actions, it's really just a misunderstanding .”

While speaking, the door of the villa has been opened.

Outside the door, Lu Boshen's tall and handsome figure, with a domineering and stern aura, was walking in step by step.

After hearing the conversation inside, a complex expression flashed in her cold and gorgeous eyes, but on that cold and arrogant handsome face, she maintained her inherent coolness and composure.

Song Mengsheng didn't know that Lu Boshen had come back from get off work, so he walked back upstairs after speaking.

Lu Boshen raised his eyes slowly, looking at the handsome figure of Dao Xin, Mao Guang was a little more scrutinized.

Perhaps because he didn't go to work, Song Mengsheng didn't wear professional white-collar at home like in the past. Instead, he wore a set of casual and fashionable blue sportswear, and casually draped his jet-black hair like a waterfall. on the shoulders.

Coupled with the light makeup and the smile that always hangs on the cheeks, the whole person looks a very unique sexy and soft beauty.

It can't be said that it is perfect and astonishing everyone, but it is inexplicably comfortable to look at, and I can't help but look at it more.

Lu Bai watched quietly, and suddenly realized that he was dumbfounded, and quickly looked back in surprise.

"It's strange."

"What's weird?"

Song Keke walked over alone, and greeted Lu Baishen from get off work obediently and sensiblely.

Lu Bai looked down at Song Keke deeply: "It's nothing, just ask her to come down for dinner."

Song Keke tentatively stretched out his hand to Lu Boshen: "Father Lu, can we go ask Mother Song to have dinner together? Don't be angry anymore. Mother Song said that you have misunderstood."

Lu Bai's dark pupils condensed for a moment and became deeper, but he didn't say anything and went straight into the dining room.

In fact, he also heard what Song Mengsheng said, but what can it change?

Whether it's true or not doesn't matter.

As long as there is physical contact, it is there, and this cannot change the fact.

As for what this woman wants in the future, that depends on the future.

Song Keke looked at the silent Lu Boshen, scratched his head in confusion, and finally turned to look for Song Mengsheng.

"Mother Song, come down and have dinner together! Father Lu told you to go down too!"

Song Mengsheng pouted angrily, even unwilling to open the door of the bedroom: "I won't eat dinner! Go and tell him that I'm thinking about my mistakes behind closed doors in the room, and punish myself for not eating dinner! I won't be so popular!"

Song Keke wanted to persuade him a few more words, but was called back by the housekeeper.

Song Mengsheng hid in the room alone, thinking about it, and brought a laptop from the study.

Then, plug in the mobile hard disk, find out the backup, and start modifying the design of the Lu Group's commemorative badge.

In the restaurant, when Lu Boshen saw Song Keke coming back alone, his already dark and cold eyes became sharper and colder.

"What about her?"