Dressed as the boss's palm pet

When Song Mengsheng saw this Weibo, it was Xia Qiqi who sent her a screenshot with a voice message attached.

"This idol posted on Weibo to explain it clearly for you! You are really handsome! I was always curious before, you liked Zhang Han very much at first, and then you found Liang Wenning to anger Lu Boshen, what is your favorite? who..."

After hearing this voice, Song Mengsheng fell down on the desk and slammed his forehead on the desk: "My God! Can you let me go!"

Knocking too hard, all of a sudden grinned in pain.

She rubbed her forehead helplessly, pressed the recording button, and sent out when she raised her hand: "No, no, nothing, that... If you like it, maybe Lu Baishen has a little... There is nothing else..."

After all, Lu Boshen is her official cp, which is quite attractive to her.

"Oh." Xia Qiqi quickly sent a series of smirks with deep meaning.

Song Mengsheng just pretended that he didn't hear it.

……

This day was spent in another turmoil.

Song Mengsheng thought, he accidentally created a topic, but it would not affect the progress of her recent relationship with Lu Baishen, and planned to create a little surprise.

She was about to go home after get off work, so she turned around and went to a cake shop, and bought a very cute internet celebrity cartoon cake.

As soon as I got home, I put it on the dining table, and called Song Keke: "Come here, baby! I bought you something delicious!"

Song Keke hurried over, looking at the things on the table, his eyes lit up: "Wow, it's actually a birthday cake! I haven't even eaten it!"

Song Mengsheng reached out and grabbed a bit of cream from the edge of the cake, and spread it on Song Keke's face: "Today's cake is not considered a birthday cake. Birthday cakes are meant to be eaten on birthdays. This one is bought for eating and playing."

Song Keke reached out and wiped the cream on his face, and quietly took a sip: "It's so sweet! It's delicious!"

Song Mengsheng smiled and patted Song Keke's head. Seeing Lu Boshen coming home from get off work, he quickly picked up the fruit knife and started cutting the cake: "Eat more if it tastes good! Eating sweets once in a while can make you feel better!"

Lu Boshen took off his suit jacket casually, put it in the butler's hands, and walked over calmly.

"Dear husband, you can eat a piece too!" Song Mengsheng cut the cake and held it in front of Lu Baishen with both hands.

Lu Baishen avoided the cake expressionlessly: "I don't like to eat these things."

Song Mengsheng smiled so that her shining beautiful eyes turned into beautiful crescents, put down the cake with both hands, and then took out a box from the chair: "I knew you might refuse, so I prepared another cake for you A small gift, a small gift that only you have!"

"Mom, you are biased." Song Keke sat in her seat, biting her own cake, looking up curiously with her small face.

Song Mengsheng raised her eyebrows proudly at Song Keke, hiding the box behind her back as if she was afraid of being robbed of the gift: "When you grow up and have a husband, let him prepare a surprise for you, I want to give it to myself Husband is ready to surprise."

"Slightly slightly!" Song Keke made a very unconvinced grimace.

"Hmph." Song Mengsheng snorted arrogantly.

In turn, he continued to deliver the box to Lu Boshen, and looked at him with a smile: "Quickly open it and take a look at this."

Lu Bai looked deeply at the bright smile in front of him, slowly reached out to take it, opened it, and was slightly surprised: "Waffles? Egg tarts?"

Song Mengsheng smiled and nodded: "Yes, I think you usually eat these two for breakfast. I thought you would like them, so I went to the online celebrity shop to buy them for you to taste. The taste should not be better than the Michelin star at home. Samsung Chef is poor."

Lu Boshen suddenly sat on the chair dumbfounded: "Don't you know? I usually eat these things because of the tight schedule for work."

"Ah?" Song Mengsheng stood aside, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed.

Lu Baishen looked at the embarrassing look, and when he thought that this was a gift that belonged only to him, he felt inexplicably happy, took a bite of the egg tart and said, "It's okay, I still want to thank you for the gift."

Song Mengsheng breathed a sigh of relief, sat at the dining table, held a water glass, and drank water in big gulps: "Just take it."

"Hey." Song Keke sat aside and sighed heavily.

"Eat your food! This kid has grown up with me in the past two days!" Song Mengsheng put his hands on his chin, and played with Song Keke with big eyes and small eyes.

It was a pleasant meal.

After the meal, Song Mengsheng planned to implement the second step of the plan.

She ran back to the bedroom, changed into sportswear, ran up to Lu Boshen again, and winked coquettishly: "I want to go to the gym with you."

"Oh." Lu Boshen didn't agree, he turned around and walked towards the gym with his delicate shirt cuff buttons on.

At the gym, there is his special wardrobe, which is filled with all kinds of sportswear and sports equipment.

Song Mengsheng followed behind the man, his bright eyes were full of smiles.

Jumping twice from time to time, he put that delicate and elegant face in front of his extremely handsome face: "You don't think I'm just going to go there with you! I want to say, can you teach me Playing squash? I see that you have played squash a few times, and you still think it is quite fun."

"I'll arrange a coach for you." Lu Baishen maintained his usual coldness.

Song Mengsheng ran in front of Lu Boshen, sighed, and shook his head: "Do you know what you look like? If it sounds good, it's cold, but if it's ugly, it's a straight man! Your wife wants to learn how to play squash. You play squash. It’s so good, you should teach me yourself!”

"That's fine, I'll teach you some basics first." Lu Baishen was still not used to the two getting too close.

"Okay." Song Mengsheng also thought of this, and felt a faint distress in his heart.

Lu Baishen has been trained as a future heir since he was a child. Although the family business at that time was not the Lu Group, he still made sacrifices.

Other people's children are enjoying their childhood, so he has to work hard.

Other people's children can freely be themselves, but he was labeled as a young president early on.

Living in such a stressful family, coupled with his mother's death, should have hit him a lot...

It's normal to have a cold personality, but she wants to make him more cheerful and approachable.

Entering the arena, Song Mengsheng put on some sports protective equipment according to Lu Boshen's request.

Lu Boshen helped Song Mengsheng pick a racket and handed it to her.

Then he stood beside her, holding his racket, and took the lead in hitting a model ball: "Actually, this thing is very simple to play. The ball must hit the front wall, or the side wall first, and then the front wall. You're just getting started, you work on the catch first."

"Then is there any rule for counting out of bounds by pressing the line?" Song Mengsheng looked at Lu Baishen's handsome and crisp movements with admiration.

Lu Baishen stretched out his hand and hit a ball neatly: "The pressure line counts out of bounds, and the strength must be mastered."

Song Mengsheng watched Lu Baishen catch a ball steadily, and found something in surprise: "I see that everyone is running around to catch the ball. Why do you stand still and catch it every time?"

"I'm practicing figure-eight ball now. I just need to stand on the spot and catch the ball." Lu Baishen said, and with a wave of his long arm, he hit another ball.

Every ball, every shot hits every shot, 100% catches safely.

Song Mengsheng applauded Lu Baishen vigorously, and looked at Lu Baishen's every move in amazement: "You look so handsome!"

"You follow my steps and try it out. First, practice how to play a racket." Lu Bai's deep white and delicate palms gently held Song Mengsheng's wrist, helping her adjust the movement of holding the racket, and then led her His hand waved in mid-air.

Song Mengsheng looked sideways slightly, glanced at the man beside him, and taught himself so intently, his lips pursed slightly: "Okay!"

This man's profile is three-dimensional and stylish, which is really good-looking.

She couldn't help but take a second look.

"Don't be distracted." Lu Bai deeply supported Song Mengsheng's wrist, looked down at the little woman in front of him, his voice was low and magnetic.

Song Mengsheng quickly came back to his senses, and looked forward shyly: "Oh, I'm sorry, I'll just practice hard."

The first squash ball was hit, and Song Mengsheng flew the ball directly.

Lu Baishen watched calmly, reached out and picked up another squash ball and handed it over, still supporting her wrist: "Hit again, remember to feel my arm strength and movements."

Song Mengsheng took it nervously: "Okay, okay."

The second time the squash was hit, it barely hit the bottom of the front wall.

Lu Boshen withdrew his hand, stood aside, and said in a cold voice, "It's okay, just increase the strength to lift the racket, and you can feel it for yourself."

"Okay, I'll try." Song Mengsheng thought to increase his strength, looked straight ahead, and lifted the racket vigorously.

As a result, the ball didn't hit it, but the racket swung too far and almost hit Lu Boshen's head.

Lu Baishen's slender and tall figure quickly took a step back, cleverly avoiding the racket, but he was a little startled: "I asked you to use force, but I didn't ask you to murder your husband."

The next sentence came out smoothly.

 Both of them were startled.

Lu Boshen quickly regained his senses, and coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment.

 It was obviously a very serious question, but Song Mengsheng lowered his head shyly, and secretly laughed: "I didn't murder you...you can only blame me...hehe, I don't have any motor cells."

"Forget it, I'll teach you step by step." Lu Baishen put down his racket, turned around and walked behind Song Mengsheng, his slender arms wrapped around his waist on both sides.

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed Song Mengsheng's hand with his right hand, and patted Song Mengsheng's thigh lightly with his left hand, keeping her in a state of catching the ball at any time.

"Stand like me."

"okay."

Song Mengsheng quickly responded, and turned to look at Lu Baishen's pose.

Suddenly, he realized that he was standing in Lu Baishen's arms at this moment. When he turned his head, his moist and bright red lips almost brushed against Lu Baishen's handsome cheek.

This... is a bit too intimate, right?