Dressed as the boss's palm pet

"Isn't it because I'm surrounded by love and gradually getting better and better?"

Song Mengsheng watched the doctor adjust the infusion speed for himself, waved to the doctor politely, and smiled brightly.

Song's mother laughed softly, and gently covered her with the quilt: "You, you are really a caring little padded jacket now, and you will comfort others when you are sick. Look at the pitiful appearance of my precious daughter when she is sick, she looks a bit like Lin Daiyu , Delicate and moving."

Song Mengsheng was a little ashamed: "Mom, why am I so delicate, I'm already an adult, okay? A pure girl!"

"Okay! It's a woman! You are strong and great!"

The mother and daughter chatted happily for a while, and Song's mother also left.

Song Mengsheng yawned lazily and returned to the hospital bed.

Not long after, sleepiness struck, and I gradually closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Later, when the infusion was about to end, the nurses in the intensive care unit and the hospital helped Song Mengsheng pull out the needle.

 Song Mengsheng woke up slowly.

 The housekeeper kept watching Song Mengsheng's situation: "Is the young mistress better? Let's take a rest in the hospital today."

Song Mengsheng blinked playfully, and smiled slyly: "Can I go home first?"

The housekeeper resolutely refused: "We'll talk about the work tomorrow."

Song Mengsheng patted the quilt with both hands, and sighed loudly on purpose: "Why are you talking better than me? It seems that I have a really good temper recently..."

The housekeeper's expression changed, and he quickly bowed his head respectfully: "Young Mistress, don't be angry, we are also thinking about your health."

Song Mengsheng fell back on the hospital bed, looking at the ceiling speechlessly: "I'm just joking, if you want to rest, you can go home, I really don't like the smell of disinfectant in this hospital."

"Don't worry, as long as you take a good rest, we will make you live comfortably." The butler immediately called the special guard to leave.

After a while, the housekeeper and a bodyguard brought an air purifier and placed it beside Song Mengsheng's bed.

Song Mengsheng looked at the butler, and helped his forehead even more helplessly: "Okay, that's it."

She felt a little bored, so she played with her mobile phone.

While scrolling through Moments, I happened to see Peng Ran's Moments.

The accompanying picture is a desk full of work papers.

The above document reads: "I am not feeling well, and I am working with illness. Thank you customers for your support and understanding."

Someone left a message below.

"My dear, it's really hard work. There are not many dedicated employees like you. I wanted to contact your sister today, but I couldn't find anyone."

Song Mengsheng looked at the name of the person who left the message. He was an old customer of SunGoddess. He probably mistakenly thought that Song Mengsheng was still as virtuous as before.

But obviously Peng Ran had the opportunity to help explain clearly, but he replied: "My sister has her own reasons and other things, and she will definitely contact you when she finishes her work."

It looks like it is explaining clearly, but it is actually showing off.

Song Mengsheng couldn't help gnashing his teeth: "This damn Peng Ran! He caused trouble for me in the studio before, and he talked with a gun while eating, and came here to pick trouble today...see how I can kill you!"

He picked up the phone almost without hesitation, and immediately dialed the number to Xia Qiqi.

"What are you doing?"

Xia Qiqi should still be staying in the studio. When she was talking, there was the sound of typing on the keyboard.

"Ah, I'm busy with your work. Today you have a client who came to our studio to look for you. I told her that you were sick and hospitalized. Let her not worry about the progress of the project. If there is a little problem, I will help you modify it. for a moment."

"Ah? Thank you! You have worked so hard!"

Song Mengsheng was moved for a while when he heard it, and the anger towards Peng Ran gradually weakened a little.

"What's the matter? You, don't be too happy too early. I just modified a small detail according to your design style, and it's also in your name. If the modification is not good, don't blame it. On me..." Xia Qiqi explained with a smile.

Song Mengsheng couldn't help but think of the plot in the previous book.

In order to prevent the original body from having too much contact with Peng Ran, Xia Qiqi even fought with Peng Ran in private.

The original body didn't know at the time, but instead misunderstood Xia Qiqi, Xia Qiqi left silently without any complaints.

Thinking of this, Song Mengsheng cleared his throat on purpose: "Hmph, I don't know you yet! Your work ability has always been very good! This time, after you finish Liang Wenning's cooperation project, I will arrange your work according to the company's system. Position."

"I'm here to help my best friend, not to take advantage of the opportunity to get promoted and raise my salary. Okay, let's not talk about it. How is your health now? I will be busy here for a while, maybe I won't be able to see you today..."

Xia Qiqi picked up the phone with a solemn expression, stood by the window of the office, lowered her head slightly apologetically.

Song Mengsheng didn't care at all: "You are being too polite to me when you say that! My physical condition has improved a lot, but I still have a low-grade fever. The doctor said that there may be some inflammation, and I will stay in the hospital tonight."

"Then you should rest early."

"Don't worry, you'll go home early after you're done. Then there's one more thing I want to tell you."

"what's up?"

Song Mengsheng looked at the empty room, covered the phone with one hand, and whispered a few words.

At the end, I thought about it and added: "Remember to be more concealed, and then when you confront her, you must be as straightforward as you usually are when confronting others!"

"Okay, just make this decision against you, and I'll put all the responsibility on her! Just wait for my good news tomorrow!" Xia Qiqi agreed without hesitation.

The two of them studied the specific implementation plan mysteriously.

The last hit it off and laughed.

……

It was a quiet night.

Lu Boshen didn't go to the hospital to see Song Mengsheng because of the international video conference in the company.

It was Song Keke who made a fuss to see Song Mengsheng after school.

The two talked for a while, Song Mengsheng asked Song Keke to go home to rest, and then fell asleep a little tired.

She slept until noon the next day, but she never expected that she would be woken up by Peng Ran's noise.

Peng Ran ran all the way to the hospital angrily, and broke into Song Mengsheng's ward.

The butler wanted to stop Peng Ran, not wanting to disturb Song Mengsheng's rest, so Peng Ran stood at the door relentlessly, shouting loudly.

"Cousin! Get up, I want to see you!"

"Song Mengsheng! Cousin!"

After being woken up, Song Mengsheng suddenly felt angry for getting up, lifted the quilt angrily, and roared angrily: "Why are you shouting, call it a woolen yarn!"

The housekeeper's face darkened, and he turned his head to stare at the unreasonable person beside him: "Miss Peng Ran, if you do this again, I don't mind having the bodyguards throw you out."

"You are a servant, what right do you have to teach me! Don't forget that my brother-in-law and my sister still have to take care of me!" Peng Ran stared back fiercely, stepped on high heels, and broke into Song Mengsheng's room.

Song Mengsheng had already found a coat to put on her body, her bright eyes looked at Peng Ran for a moment, and her voice was extremely cold: "Is there something wrong?"

Looking at the indifferent and alienated eyes, Peng Ran always had a feeling of being pierced again, and when she was about to take a step, she suddenly took it back: "Cousin, do you know that I was targeted by Xia Qiqi? "

"Target? For what? You are not in the same group!" Song Mengsheng put on the quilt carelessly, and his tone became even colder.

Peng Ran smiled slightly, and a look of jealousy flashed through her eyebrows drawn with exquisite eyeliner: "Cousin, this person is your best friend, don't you know what she does? There are a few more customized arrangements in the studio today , I thought she would give me one, but she would rather let other people design two projects than arrange for me."

She really hated Song Mengsheng to death.

Song Mengsheng has such an excellent husband as Lu Baishen. It can be said that both of them are the president and the president's wife with hundreds of billions of dollars. Song Mengsheng is not in charge of the affairs of the Lu Group, but has to come to manage SunGoddess!

The only great career she had hoped for was snatched away by Song Mengsheng!
Isn't that enough?He even obstructed her work!

Alright, Song Mengsheng, instead of fighting with you, it's really better to put all your energy on Lu Baishen!
If I become the new young mistress of the Lu Group in the future, it will be equivalent to one person under one person and over ten thousand people!Flying to the sky, the glory is incomparable!

At that time, I will definitely trample you under my feet!

"When did our SunGoddess say that the projects will be distributed equally? All of this is based on ability assessment." Song Mengsheng raised his eyes slowly, and his tone was extraordinarily serious.

"My cousin used to arrange any good job for me as soon as possible. Why do you have to embarrass me now?"

Peng Ran's eyes flickered slightly, and he approached Song Mengsheng, holding back the anger in his heart, and continued to ask: "It's not just a matter of work assignment, Xia Qiqi beats back the design drafts I submitted today! Why? She It’s just a team leader, and I was still the same before!”

"What are you talking about? Then you really can't blame them! I asked them to take good care of SunGoddess and help me share the burden while I was recuperating in the past two days. I also specially emphasized that strict management must be done!"

As Song Mengsheng said, he leaned lazily on the hospital bed, his slender legs leisurely overlapping each other.

"Or, do you have any questions until I leave the hospital? I have been quiet for two days, can you let me have a good rest?"

Peng Ran looked at Song Mengsheng's smug face, secretly gritted his teeth, his provocative expression gradually turned cold.

She glanced at the bedside table next to Song Mengsheng, and there was a steaming water glass on it, and the corners of her lips curled up with interest.

"Well, cousin, you should have a good rest. Are you thirsty? Drink some water!" Peng Ran strode forward, picking up the water glass with one hand.

"Need not."

Song Mengsheng just refused -

Peng Ran immediately let go of his hand again, sprinkled hot water on Song Mengsheng's body, and shook his hands vigorously: "Oh! How is this hot water! It really scalds me to death!"