Dressed as the boss's palm pet

Song Mengsheng was burying his head in struggling for breakfast, when he saw the Fengshen handsome figure, he raised his head and smiled, "Good morning."

"You got up so early?" Lu Bai stared at the unusually rosy cheeks with deep black eyes, and his tone was neither hot nor cold.

Song Mengsheng turned around and pointed to the clock in the living room: "It's not early, I'm going to work after dinner."

"It's not like your character." Lu Baishen sat elegantly and dignifiedly opposite Song Mengsheng, picked up a knife and fork, and gently cut the steak.

Song Mengsheng coughed twice, took two sips of milk: "People will always change, take your time, I'm going to change clothes, I'm going to work, there are still many things to deal with in the company, I don't want to miss the appointment .”

Lu Bai ate in silence.

 After Song Mengsheng left, he leaned on the back of the chair behind him and picked up the phone with a look on his face.

He typed a few lines quickly in an overly pretty style, and sent it to Xiao Sheng's cell phone.

Not long after, Song Mengsheng, who was changing clothes in the cloakroom, suddenly received a call from Xia Qiqi.

"What are you busy with? Let me tell you that your appointment with Manager Wang was pushed to the afternoon by him."

While listening, Song Mengsheng stood on tiptoe and reached for the clothes on it. Maybe he was too forceful, and with a sway of his body, stares flashed in front of his eyes: "Oh, but I'm about to make an appointment with the Lu Group in the afternoon."

Xia Qiqi asked worriedly: "Did you catch a cold? I heard something wrong with your voice."

Song Mengsheng turned around and sat on the chair, closing his eyes to relieve the discomfort of his body a little: "It's nothing, I just accidentally got cold yesterday."

"Then you got up so early? Hurry up and rest at home, if not, I'll push them all away for you." Xia Qiqi said in a serious tone.

Song Mengsheng supported the chair with one hand, and stood up with force: "No! I can't push it away! I have finally won everyone's trust now, and it is not good to suddenly lose trust."

"Then why are you resting at home for half a day? Anyway, your main work is in the afternoon." Xia Qiqi firmly disagreed with Song Mengsheng's coming to work.

Song Mengsheng had no choice but to respond, got up and walked back to the bedroom: "Well, I'll rest for half a day first, call me if you need anything."

"Don't worry, get some rest." Xia Qiqi hung up the phone.

Song Mengsheng looked at the half-changed clothes, changed back to home clothes again, and then fell down on the sofa.

After a while, Lu Boshen came out of the dining room, saw a crack in the door of Song Mengsheng's room, pushed the door lightly and walked in.

Finding Song Mengsheng lying on the bed and falling asleep, she pursed her thin lips lightly, and then left for work.

……

Near noon, Song Mengsheng woke up slowly.

 After a simple lunch, he rushed to the company with antipyretics.

The previously appointed manager Wang also came over soon, and found that Song Mengsheng went to work with a cold and fever, and couldn't help sighing: "I really didn't expect Song Zong, the head of SunGoddess Studio, to have such a big change. It’s really hard work.”

Song Mengsheng invited Manager Wang into the office. While turning on the computer, he held a paper design draft and said softly: "It's not hard at all, the customer is the most important."

"With you as a leader who keeps your promise and works tirelessly to lead the team, I believe that SunGoddess Studio will develop better and better." Manager Wang sat aside with a smile.

Coupled with Song Mengsheng, a group of people quickly put themselves into a focused work state.

When Song Mengsheng got up to introduce the work content to everyone, she was a little top-heavy and a little confused from time to time, but she still supported the wall and spoke with her head held up.

"The sense of design is very important, not only the style, but also the color matching must meet the customer's requirements. I think this small detail is not handled perfectly, and it can be done better..."

In the middle, Song Mengsheng sat on the chair a little uncomfortable, coughing non-stop.

Some employees felt distressed and brought up a glass of warm water.

"Thank you."

Song Mengsheng just took a quick sip, and then continued with the content of the meeting.

After finishing a series of tasks, Manager Wang applauded Song Mengsheng in admiration: "Mr. Song is really good at leading by example. I believe your works will impress me. But Mr. Song must pay attention to his body."

"As long as you are satisfied, it's worth it, and nothing else matters." Song Mengsheng personally sent the client away.

The rest is the affairs of the Lu Group.

When Song Mengsheng went to contact Lu's Group, Lu's Group thought about seeing the finished design later.

But Song Mengsheng insisted on sending the finished design there in person.

"This is our promise to Lu's Group at the beginning, and we will definitely do it. I can put the finished design in your warehouse or meeting room first, and check it when your leaders have time."

The person in charge of the other party was silent for a while, but finally agreed: "Then come here."

"Okay, I'm sorry to bother you." Song Mengsheng felt a little uncomfortable after talking on the phone, so he simply drank a large cup of strong coffee, and then took a taxi to Lu's Group.

In the Lu Group, Lu Baishen was holding a high-level leadership meeting and did not see Song Mengsheng.

But when the meeting was over, looking at the design products sent by the secretary department, he asked indifferently, "Where is she?"

The little secretary of the secretarial department replied respectfully: "Mr. Song put the things here and left, saying that if you have any questions, you can call them at any time."

Lu Boshen's indifferent expression changed slightly: "Then how is her condition?"

"It seems like I have a bad cold... Hey, Mr. Lu, aren't you a husband and wife? Don't you know..." The little secretary asked cautiously, blinded by the question.

"Just ask." Lu Boshen was startled by this question, paused, and immediately turned back to his office.

I was thinking of calling the butler, but after thinking about it, I threw the phone aside.

……

Song Mengsheng returned to the studio, and as soon as she entered the hall, many colleagues surrounded her at once.

"Mr. Song, have you taken any medicine? This is the cold medicine I bought earlier, it's very useful."

"Mr. Song, this is the navel orange I bought. I saved one for you. I heard that eating fruit to supplement vitamin C when you have a cold can strengthen your immunity."

"Mr. Song, this is the air-conditioning quilt I bought last winter. Would you like to sleep in the office for a while?"

"President Song..."

Song Mengsheng looked around at the colleagues in front of him, and Monk Zhang Er was confused for a while: "What are you doing? Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?"

"Hey, isn't it that seeing Prime Minister Song work while sick, we feel a little distressed! Don't work too hard! We are also working harder to help you reduce the burden!"

Everyone immediately explained aloud.

Hearing this, Song Mengsheng quickly turned his back, raised his hand and wiped his reddened eye sockets: "I really didn't expect you to care about me..."

"We didn't expect you to become so good now... No, don't get me wrong, we are not mocking you, but we just want to say that you are better than before..." Colleagues hurriedly handed out tissues.

Song Mengsheng turned around moved, and reached out to grab a female colleague and hugged her vigorously: "Thank you for your recognition of me! Don't worry, I'm not hypocritical at all now! I can persevere!"

As he spoke, his body shook slightly.

Everyone was so frightened that they quickly supported her to rest.

Unexpectedly, in this plot, the originally set tragic experience was easily turned into a good side by myself.

Song Mengsheng felt that he was very successful!

Even though the body is very uncomfortable, the mood is exceptionally good!
With the joy of success, Song Mengsheng endured bouts of dizziness, and happily went home from get off work.

Working sick and overworked.

She was too lazy to eat dinner, so she simply lay down in the bedroom, planning to have a good sleep.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he closed his eyes, there were patches of Venus in front of his eyes, accompanied by severe tinnitus.

She secretly said bad in her heart!
Raising his hand to touch his forehead, he found that the temperature was a little hot.

"Sister Wang!"

Song Mengsheng shook his head lightly, wanting to see more clearly, but his brain was groggy and his vision was extremely blurred.

Perhaps it was because the yelling was too quiet, and Mrs. Wang didn't hear it even outside.

Song Mengsheng suddenly vomited again.

She thought it was just a side effect of a bad cold, so she didn't take it seriously at first, and continued to lie on the bed trying to relieve it.

But at this time, there was another burst of splitting headache.

She suddenly realized that her cold and fever might be getting worse, so she hurriedly reached out and fumbled by the bed, trying to find the internal line of the villa, and continued to call for help.

But he stretched out his hand to grab an empty space, and his weak body fell under the bed with a plop.

Just as Mrs. Wang was about to knock on the door and come in to get a change of clothes, when she heard the movement in the room, she opened the door and walked in.

Seeing this scene, Sister-in-Law Wang's expression changed drastically, her legs gave way, and she almost fell to the ground: "Young Mistress, what's wrong with you! Come quickly, call an ambulance!"

The whole villa was in chaos in an instant.

When Song Mengsheng woke up again, he was already in the hospital.

Looking at the white ceiling, Song Mengsheng struggled to sit up and found that the back of his hand was being infused.

Seeing this, the butler hurried forward: "Young Mistress, don't move! Do you feel uncomfortable now? I'll call the doctor right away!"

"No, I'm a little thirsty." Song Mengsheng had to lie down obediently, but found that the quilt on her body was tightly wrapping herself, which made her sweat all over her body, making her very uncomfortable.

The butler immediately called the servant to get busy: "Wait a minute, I'll bring you water right away."

"No hurry." Song Mengsheng raised his hand slowly, and lifted a corner of the quilt on his body, wanting to ventilate and cool off.

The housekeeper saw it, and immediately covered the quilt: "The doctor said that you need to rest, and let you break out a cold sweat, and the cold will heal faster."

Song Mengsheng frowned helplessly: "Alright then."

Enduring the headache and heat, she secretly looked around the ward from the corner of her eye.

In this ward, there was only the bed she was lying on.

There is also a TV and a sofa in front of it, and there seems to be a small living room outside. This should be a VIP ward.

But where is Lu Boshen?
After she fell out of bed and passed out, did he send her here?