Dressed as the boss's palm pet

All of a sudden, Song Mengsheng's heart jumped up like a little deer.

On the other side, Lu Baishen taught carefully, holding Song Mengsheng's hand, and stretched it forward a little bit.

"If you play like this, you will not hurt yourself, and you can catch the ball in time. In addition, the strength is different for everyone. If you are weak, you have to increase it a little bit. You will know after a few tries. .have you understood?"

Song Mengsheng was still looking back at the man behind him, looking at those obsidian eyes, as if being sucked into a deep vortex, full of fatal temptation.

Lu Baishen focused on helping Song Mengsheng adjust his posture, and continued to open his thin lips: "Song Mengsheng, did you hear what I said to you clearly?"

Song Mengsheng was slightly taken aback when he heard the low magnetic voice ringing in his ears, he quickly regained his composure, and lowered his head guiltily: "If you didn't hear me clearly, would you hit me?"

Lu Baishen's expression was obviously much colder, and he explained the details that should be paid attention to again: "If you get lost again this time, I won't teach you."

Song Mengsheng nodded vigorously, raised his hand and raised the racket, holding the ball in one hand and preparing to serve: "No, no, I heard it all."

When she raised her hand to swing the ball, she leaned back slightly, and just leaned against the chest of the man behind her so impartially.

As soon as her cheeks became hot, she quickly avoided him and pretended to practice hard.

Lu Bai watched Song Mengsheng's every move deeply. After watching for a while, he turned around and walked to the chair next to him, watching and giving guidance.

"A little more strength, try to hit the ball as accurately as possible, and don't run around. Like you, you will turn to the left for a while and turn to the right for a while, and your physical strength will be completely exhausted soon."

Song Mengsheng ran back and forth, panting and responded: "I know. How do you think I'm playing these few balls? Come and play together!"

"Okay!" Lu Boshen got up with the racket and played squash with Song Mengsheng.

Song Mengsheng's golf skills are not very good, and he often hits the wrong ball. Lu Baishen is beside him patiently guiding him.

The two of them were exercising together without saying anything, and the atmosphere was very good.

Finally tired from the fight, they sat side by side on the bench and took a short rest.

Song Mengsheng had been brewing for a long time, and her pink lips parted lightly: "I want to ask you a question, how do you say my performance recently? Is it much better than before!"

"Yes." Lu Baishen wiped his sweat with a towel, and replied coldly.

Song Mengsheng suddenly thought of Lu Boshen's divorce, and also knew that the divorce agreement was in the bedroom. He grabbed the racket nervously with both hands, and continued to ask: "Can you try your best to forget all those things before?"

"I don't want to recall." Lu Baishen put down the towel, unscrewed the sports drink, and slowly drank it with his head raised.

Song Mengsheng couldn't figure out what Lu Baishen meant with this kind of unfathomable question.

After thinking about it, I changed another question: "Did you see the announcement from SunGoddess and the entertainment company today? I have some cooperation with Liang Wenning here. I was thinking, anyway, they advertise for us for free, so I will accepted."

"I know." Lu Bai glanced sideways at Song Mengsheng, put down his sports drink, and stood up slowly.

Song Mengsheng thought that Lu Boshen would mind, so he quickly got up and said, "I'm not the main person in charge, and I've focused all my energy on this cooperation with the Lu Corporation. I've finished the final drafts required later, and I've made an appointment for tomorrow according to the process. Meet."

Lu Boshen took the racket and hit a few balls lightly, and then said without changing his face: "You don't need to explain this to me."

"I just don't want to be misunderstood by you." Song Mengsheng stood aside, with a little nervousness in his gentle tone.

Lu Baishen retracted his racket, looked at the delicate and fair face in front of him, his deep eyes revealed a serious meaning: "No, I hope what you said before was not a lie."

"Do you believe me? I swear to God, I never acted in front of you, I never cheated! Otherwise, the sky will strike like thunder!" Hearing such an affirmative answer, Song Mengsheng excitedly held the racket and jumped vigorously.

Lu Baishen casually withdrew his gaze, ready to take a shower and change clothes.

Song Mengsheng also went to the shower room next to him.

After finishing everything, while drying her hair with a hairdryer, she received a call from home.

It was Song's mother who called.

"Mengsheng, I heard that you promised Xiaoran to go back to work? Your aunt and her family are very happy, thinking about having a meal together tomorrow night, can you see you coming back with Young Master Lu?"

"Then I'll ask him if he has time, and I'll send you a message later. You go to bed earlier." Song Mengsheng combed her hair, turned and walked out of the dressing room.

At the door, Lu Boshen also just came out.

Song Mengsheng said something to Lu Boshen in a pretty way.

As for whether to go home for dinner, she planned to tell the family the next day.

……

The next day, Song Mengsheng thought that it was just the time to finalize the manuscript with the Lu Group, and he didn't want to have any problems at the critical point. He took a sandwich early in the morning and ran to SunGoddess before he had time to eat breakfast.

When he entered the studio, there was no one there. Song Mengsheng turned on the computer while biting a sandwich, and carefully checked the design draft.

At the beginning, many people said that Song Mengsheng was just dawdling here, and it was okay to get some lace news to attract attention. No one believed Song Mengsheng's real design ability.

But this time, Song Mengsheng is very confident in his work.

"Hope everything goes well today!"

Song Mengsheng clasped his hands together, prayed devoutly, and then felt a little sleepy, so he went to the tea room to make a cup of coffee.

When he came out, there was a sudden commotion inside and outside the studio.

Many colleagues looked outside the work room suspiciously while typing their work cards.

"Our President Song drove a limited edition Lamborghini before, but today this car is a custom concept car from Ferrari? Do you want to be so rich!"

"It shouldn't be Mr. Song's car! Although Mr. Song likes her big car, the cars she usually drives are all BBA series. Today, her Mercedes-Benz is still parked in the parking lot on the ground!"

"My God... whose car is that?"

While everyone was discussing, Song Mengsheng also walked to the door of the studio, and looked at it: "Why do you guys seem to have never seen a big scene? Are you not afraid that passers-by will laugh at you when you watch other people's cars like this? !"

The few people were startled, quickly retracted their bodies, stood behind Song Mengsheng, and explained with a dry smile: "I just feel very handsome!"

That's the time to speak, Xia Qiqi, who came to work from behind, ran over in a hurry with a bag in one hand and soy milk in the other: "Song Mengsheng! Song Mengsheng! He's here!"

"Which him?" Song Mengsheng was stunned for a moment, and asked reflexively.

The people next to him were also taken aback, looking at Song Mengsheng with weird eyes.

"Who could it be..."

Song Mengsheng smelled gossip in an instant, worried that something bad would happen, and winked at her best friend: "Oh, my stomach hurts, I'll tell you what's up later."

Xia Qiqi grabbed Song Mengsheng who was about to leave, and shouted excitedly: "It's Lu Baishen! It's Young Master Lu who brought the team!"

"What? Didn't I make an appointment with them to discuss matters in the meeting room of the Lu Group? And there is no Lu Boshen in Mali, he couldn't have come in person..." Song Mengsheng paused, and ran away in disbelief to the studio door.

What's more, the two of them were chatting last night, why didn't they show any signs at all!

But when he opened his eyes, he saw that it was the figure with outstanding posture in his memory.

With sonorous and powerful steps under his feet, a pair of straight long legs wrapped in Angzang trousers, slender and sexy.

Looking up, the whole body exudes an innate coldness and aloofness, handsome and domineering.

Especially that handsome face that was carefully sculpted by a craftsman, exuding a unique aura of forbidden valley, noble and charming.

"I didn't expect him to come."

Song Mengsheng stared directly at the door of the office, dumbfounded.

On the other hand, Lu Boshen walked over calmly, and after seeing Song Mengsheng, he nodded slightly as a greeting.

Just such an inadvertent movement was enough to make the little girls present scream and stamp their feet excitedly, as if they were dreaming.

Song Mengsheng cleared his throat, regained their senses, and then took the initiative to greet Lu Baishen: "Why are you here?"

Lu Boshen put his hands in his pockets coolly: "I haven't been to your studio here yet, I'm thinking of coming over to take a look."

"Okay, please come in quickly." Song Mengsheng stretched out his hand and welcomed everyone to come in with a smile.

She arranged the entire team in the conference room, and then turned to get the documents.

In just such a short time, Peng Ran and a few girls gathered around the door of the conference room, passed through the crack of the door, and watched with nympho eyes.

"Young Master Lu is really handsome!"

"Are you as handsome as Tear Man Man?"

"Xiaoran, you are too happy! Young Master Lu is still your brother-in-law!"

"Yes! If it were me..." Peng Ran suddenly stopped speaking, looked around cautiously, and didn't say anything else.

Everyone didn't pay attention, and walked in with coffee and hot water in their hands.

"Hello, Young Master Lu, this is the drink we prepared for you. You have worked hard here."

"Young Master Lu, this is an apple I brought from my hometown. It has been peeled. Please use it slowly."

"Lu Shao..."

When Song Mengsheng came back with the materials, he saw colleagues gathered around the door of the meeting room.

Just as he was about to reprimand him, Lu Bai said in a cold tone, "Is this how you SunGoddesses treat distinguished guests?"

Several little girls who wanted to please Lu Boshen froze.

Lu Baishen's slender and straight legs were elegantly folded, and his tall and straight figure leaned on the back of the chair behind him, his voice was cold and piercing: "There is no manners at all."

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Sheng, who had been beside Lu Baishen for many years, felt somewhat nervous even though he had experience in dealing with it. He stood up abruptly: "Please exit quietly, or you will bear the consequences."