Dressed as the boss's palm pet

Song Mengsheng staggered out of the car, smiled politely at the male colleague who sent her back, and reached out to take back the car key: "Thank you... Thank you for taking me home... Work hard in the future, and the salary will not be bad of."

The male colleague nodded slightly to Song Mengsheng, thanked him happily, and at the same time looked curiously at the surroundings of the villa: "Don't worry, Mr. Song, I will definitely. It's getting late, you should go back and have a good rest."

Song Mengsheng only felt a burst of drunkenness rushing into his head, leaning against the car door quickly, shaking his head lightly: "I see, you can go now. I'll ask the driver to come and drive the car in."

Just as she was talking, she felt a sharp gaze staring at her, subconsciously raised her eyes, and looked around drunkenly.

The male colleague also felt inexplicable chills on his back, looked around, and then at the heavily guarded Lu's villa, and decided to go first: "Then Mr. Song, be careful, my name is The car is coming soon."

Song Mengsheng stood up unsteadily, and slapped his brain suddenly as if thinking of something.

She flipped through her bag in a daze, and took out two big red bills: "Ah, yes, you have to go back, take this money, the company will reimburse you for travel expenses, and use the rest as a tip."

"How can this work?" The male colleague hurriedly returned the money.

However, Song Mengsheng happened to be drunk at this time and almost fell, so the male colleague quickly reached out to help him.

This happened to be a bit ambiguous and seductive in Lu Boshen's eyes.

The corners of Lu Bai's deep and thin lips were twisted into a cold straight line, and he put down the crystal goblet in his hand heavily. Maybe the force in his hand was a little too strong, and the fragile crystal goblet burst instantly.

The butler who was waiting next to him let out a low cry of surprise, and hurried forward to check.

However, as if nothing had happened, Lu Boshen picked up a tissue and gracefully wiped the red liquid on his fingertips. When he found a slight scratch on his fair and clean skin, he paused for a while.

"Master, I'll find you a medicine box right away." The butler hurriedly ordered the servants to prepare it.

"No need." Lu Baishen stood up imposingly, stepped across the roof, and walked back to the villa.

The elevator goes directly to the first floor of the villa.

Just as Song Mengsheng was waving his male colleague to leave, Lu Baishen walked over there with sonorous and forceful steps, his expression extremely cold.

His heart was filled with anger like a volcanic eruption, and even seeing Song Mengsheng's drunken appearance, a sneer gradually escaped from his thin lips.

Bloodthirsty, cold, scary.

However, these infiltrating murderous auras came before Song Mengsheng, before they officially broke out...

With ruddy cheeks, Song Mengsheng looked at Lu Boshen with sleepy eyes, and plunged into his arms.

Lifting her small chin, she grinned: "Honey, you're here to pick me up, I can finally lean on you... just now my colleagues and I walked carefully, so tired..."

Lu Baishen stood still and sneered: "Walk carefully? What happened just now?"

Song Mengsheng was drunk and had no idea that he was in a dangerous situation.

She also put her arms around Lu Baishen's waist with a smirk, and rubbed her arms comfortably: "I was so drunk just now, I almost fell down... Also, just now, in order to avoid physical contact with my male colleague, I forced my feet to walk , accidentally sprained..."

Lu Bai's deep, narrow eyes narrowed deeply.

It may have happened during the period when he went downstairs...

Seeing that Song Mengsheng was drunk and still thinking about the things they agreed upon, the anger in his heart seemed to have been poured with cold water, and it was reduced a lot at once.

"Come on, go home."

"Okay, let's go home with my husband."

Song Mengsheng clung tightly to Lu Baishen's body, and smiled sweetly, unaware that he had just resolved a danger that was about to erupt.

Lu Baishen looked at Song Mengsheng hugging him like an octopus, frowned, pushed her hand away with a little distaste, held her arm with one hand, and dragged her domineeringly towards the living room.

"Who told you to drink so much?"

Song Mengsheng's face changed, he stopped, and smiled meaningfully: "No one, it's just that after this drinking session, my work should go much smoother, and I want to become a better jewelry designer!"

"En." Lu Boshen replied coldly with a nasal voice.

Song Mengsheng was sent back to the bedroom by Lu Boshen.

"Hurry up and take a rest." Lu Baishen put Song Mengsheng away, and turned around to let Mrs. Wang take care of Song Mengsheng.

Song Mengsheng hugged Lu Baishen's waist relentlessly with the help of alcohol, and leaned his head on his delicate back: "I don't want you to go, I want you to stay with me! Look, I'm here for you! She guards her body like a jade, accidentally sprained her foot, it's really pitiful..."

Like a clingy puppy, it kept rubbing, rubbing, accompanied by Jiao Didi's acting like a baby.

It makes my heart feel so soft.

Lu Boshen didn't intend to bother with her about the late return, and there was a rare trace of pity on his stern expression: "I'll let the housekeeper help you deal with your foot injury first."

Song Mengsheng raised her small face again, and smiled brightly: "Well, I'll wait for you here, you can't miss the appointment..."

After she finished speaking, she fell onto the big bed with a plop, and her hair, which was as thick as a waterfall, spread out on the bed in an instant.

She felt a little itchy on her cheeks, she scratched them lightly, then folded her hands and put them on the pillow under her cheeks, her legs were slightly bent, like a sleeping beauty in a fairy tale.

Lu Bai took a deep look, turned around and explained a few words to the housekeeper.

Song Keke had been in a drowsy sleep for a long time. Hearing the movement outside the door, he rubbed his eyes and crawled out to look: "Papa Lu? Mama Song is back?"

Lu Baishen nodded slightly, only to hear a lazy urging voice coming from the room again: "Honey, you can't go, my feet hurt..."

"Father Lu, hurry up, good night." Song Keke returned to her room very sensiblely.

Lu Boshen took the housekeeper and Mrs. Wang into the room.

The butler stood beside the bed with an ice pack: "Young Mistress, I'm here to deswell your feet."

Song Mengsheng propped his head on one hand, sat up lazily, and glanced around dimly with his eyes: "I don't want you to touch me, I want my husband to come..."

"This... the young master has been served by us since he was a child, there is no reason to serve others..." The butler held the ice bag and wanted to reach out tentatively.

However, Song Mengsheng raised his foot to dodge in disgust, and then looked at Lu Baishen with winking eyes, "Honey, come here!"

This sentence is extremely soft and full of ambiguity.

Even the elderly housekeeper and Mrs. Wang couldn't help lowering their heads shyly when they heard this.

However, the two of them were worried that Lu Baishen would be angry, so they turned their heads to look at their young master's expression.

Unexpectedly, Lu Boshen reached out to take the ice pack from the housekeeper, wrapped the ice pack in a towel silently, and placed it gently on Song Mengsheng's ankle.

Song Mengsheng let out a sigh of satisfaction, fell back on the bed, and enjoyed it comfortably.

Lu Boshen carefully adjusted the position of the ice compress.

After such a series of actions, the housekeeper and Mrs. Wang were dumbfounded.

Not only was their young master not angry, but he actually took care of the young mistress himself?
This is also a good thing!
"Master, call us if you need anything."

The two quickly put the medicine box aside and prepared to retreat quietly.

"Bring a bowl of hangover soup." Lu Boshen instructed in a cold voice while icing his hands.

"Yes."

Lu Baishen watched the servants retreat, picked up Song Mengsheng slightly, placed her head on the pillow, and covered the quilt again.

Song Mengsheng closed his eyes and laughed, feeling dazedly: "If only I could do this every day..."

"What did you say?" Lu Baishen didn't hear clearly, and leaned forward a little more.

"I said..." Song Mengsheng turned his head, just about to repeat what he said just now, but he was so drunk that he fell asleep.

However, those bright red and moist lips were a little closer to Lu Baishen's thin and sexy lips...

It seems that as long as Lu Baishen lowers his head, the two of them will kiss each other...

Lu Bai watched quietly, his eyes as dark as midnight tightly locked his red lips.

It's really strange, he actually had a strange feeling in his heart, he couldn't explain it, he couldn't understand it.

To think that Song Mengsheng like this is too cute...

Realizing that his thoughts were not quite right, Lu Baishen put his arms on the side of the bed and quickly stood up straight.

Song Mengsheng, who was sleeping, groaned, and kicked the quilt off his body: "Hey..."

Lu Boshen turned around helplessly, and helped her cover it up again.

After calculating the time for the ice compress, she picked up the ice pack and wiped her ankles with a towel before leaving with a cold expression.

……

Maybe Song Mengsheng slept too soundly, and woke up when the sky was slightly bright.

She felt a little headache, raised her hand and rubbed her temples, and found that there was no untouched hangover soup beside the bed.

"shit!"

Song Mengsheng sat up straight all of a sudden, remembering what happened the night before.

"It seems that who... which guy is taking me home? Then I let him go first, and I waited for the driver to come and help me park..."

"No, the male colleague sent me home, did he help me? There won't be any excessive physical contact, right?"

Song Mengsheng scratched his head, which was already sleeping like a chicken coop, and racked his brains thinking: "It seems that someone came over later? My God, I can't remember anything after drinking the broken piece... If something happens , Lu Bai is deeply angry again, how can I bear it!"

She was about to get up and get out of bed, but as soon as she moved, she felt some pain in her ankle, so she couldn't help but reached out and rubbed it.

At this time, sporadic fragments flashed through my amnesiac mind...

It seems that someone put an ice pack on her feet...

Looking down again, there was ointment smeared on it, and it was accidentally rubbed on my hand just now.

"Then...who could it be?"