Dressed as the boss's palm pet

Immediately, Song Mengsheng felt a burst of hot temperature through his pajamas.

The whole person gasped in pain, and quickly turned over and sat up straight.

At the same time, he hurriedly turned his back, grabbed the collar quickly with both hands, and looked down quietly.

The fair skin inside instantly turned red.

"Peng Ran! You're never finished!"

Song Mengsheng turned and roared unbearably.

The butler heard the commotion inside, immediately opened the door and walked in: "What happened? Young Mistress!"

Peng Ran immediately turned around and grabbed the housekeeper's hand, and said anxiously: "Quick! Go and get clean clothes for my cousin! Hot water has been spilled on me!"

"Get lost!" Song Mengsheng tore off the coat on her body, picked up a tissue and wiped the water droplets on the pajamas, and then threw it towards Peng Ran.

But the skin on her chest was really hot as hell.

This damn Peng Ran!He caught himself by surprise!
Damn, if I don't give her some color today, I really think that the tiger doesn't show off his power and treats her as a hellokitty!
Upon hearing this, the housekeeper quickly called the doctor.

Afterwards, all the men and Peng Ran were dismissed, and the doctor asked the doctor to treat Song Mengsheng's burns urgently.

Fortunately, there were only a few small blisters.

But it was enough to make Song Mengsheng very angry!
Peng Rantai would find a show for herself. After hearing that Song Mengsheng was injured, she pretended to be very guilty and cried outside.

Song Mengsheng was disturbed by the noise, and turned around to give some pretty instructions to the housekeeper.

At this time, Lu Boshen came back from the company. Hearing about Song Mengsheng's burn, he opened the door and walked in with a cold expression.

"How did you do it?"

Peng Ran rushed in immediately, put his hands in front of him, sobbed and said, "Brother-in-law, I accidentally spilled hot water on my sister... I was wrong, why don't you beat me up."

"Did I tell you to go home early, don't come to see me if you have nothing to do? Huh?" Song Mengsheng's sharp eyes looked at Peng Ran fiercely.

Peng Ran said that disgusting sentence again: "Aren't I worried about my sister? I want to take care of my sister..."

"shut up."

"To shut up!"

Lu Boshen and Song Mengsheng glared at Peng Ran at the same time, and said in unison.

Peng Ran was taken aback, and stood there at a loss, raising her hand to wipe her tears: "I...why am I so miserable..."

"Are you miserable? Are you as miserable as I am? I live in a hospital well, and you make a fuss! You disappear in front of my eyes!" Song Mengsheng watched the housekeeper bring her shoes, and took out one casually Throw it towards Peng Ran's feet.

Peng Ran jumped back in shock, but he was full of hatred in his heart, and deliberately provocatively walked towards Song Mengsheng: "Cousin, you have changed very well before, why are you so irritable now! How can you You can't let everyone down!"

"Are you still irritating me?" Song Mengsheng clenched his fist under the quilt, turned around and hooked his fingertips at the housekeeper, picked up another shoe, and threw it directly at Peng Ran's body.

Not only did Peng Ran not dodge, but he even went up to meet him on purpose.

With a "bang", the shoe hit Peng Ran's body.

"Ah! Sister, how could you treat me like this!"

Peng Ran sat down on the ground.

Song Mengsheng sneered in his heart, this scene must have gone too far.

If she hadn't been working hard to change everyone's impression of her, she would have rushed to tear Peng Ran's hypocritical face into pieces!
But it's fine now, because I'm not feeling well and in a bad mood, I can still do it.
She has her own measure!
Peng Ran got up from the ground in a state of embarrassment, and began to cry uncontrollably.

Song Mengsheng frowned tightly, and his chest began to heave violently. He pointed out the outside of the ward: "I ask you to leave now, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

Peng Ran put his help-seeking eyes on Lu Baishen.

Lu Bai's deep, narrow eyes looked at her, and when he opened his mouth, there was a murderous air: "Do you know what I hate the most?"

Peng Ran took two steps back nervously.

"It's just making small moves under my nose."

Lu Bai gave a deep and cold laugh, turned around and walked towards Song Mengsheng, and said in a flat voice, "Let me see your wound later."

Song Mengsheng grabbed the quilt tightly with both hands, lifted it up on his body, and said in a low voice: "Let's forget about it...it's not very serious."

"Grandpa called today. He heard that you were in the hospital and wanted to come over, but I refused." Lu Baishen sat beside Song Mengsheng's bed.

Song Mengsheng moved his position a little to give him some space: "Oh, it's just a cold and fever, so don't bother grandpa. I'm still thinking about finding a time to visit grandpa in these two days."

"Then we'll talk about it then." Lu Boshen stood up again, and gave a few more instructions to the housekeeper.

The housekeeper nodded immediately, then turned to look at Peng Ran: "Please go home early."

It sounded like a polite tone, but it was actually an order to evict guests in disguise.

Peng Ran glanced back at Song Mengsheng, then secretly at Lu Baishen, and could only leave reluctantly.

When everyone was not paying attention, he gnashed his teeth and slapped the wall of the hospital with his fist. His long nails grabbed the wall vigorously, leaving scratches.

……

"Hey."

Song Mengsheng took the cold medicine, looked at the sumptuous dinner in front of him, and sighed heavily.

"What's wrong?" Lu Boshen next to him put down his chopsticks and looked over quietly.

Song Mengsheng opened his mouth with difficulty, and drank the vegetable porridge in front of him: "Can't you get me some more meat dishes? Sick people have a bad appetite, and they still have to drink plain porridge, which is hard to swallow."

Lu Bai's deep eyes darkened a bit: "The doctor said you need to rest."

Song Mengsheng then put down the spoon and looked around boredly: "Where is this resting? This really looks like torture... Hey, where are the housekeepers and customers? Why are they gone?"

Lu Boshen didn't say anything.

Song Mengsheng had no choice but to pick up the spoon and continue eating.

Not long after, the butler hurried in and stood respectfully in front of the two: "Young Master Lu, everything is ready, you can move now."

"Moving what?" Song Mengsheng asked curiously.

"Go." Lu Baishen stood up domineeringly, and ordered in a cold voice.

Like this, Song Mengsheng walked out with Lu Baishen in a somewhat confused situation.

In a blink of an eye, another floor was changed, and a VIP ward was changed.

She stood at the door and looked towards the new ward. When she opened her mouth, she couldn't help coughing: "Why do you want to change rooms? I still have a low-grade fever, and I don't need to be hospitalized..."

"Try to be quiet." Lu Bai replied succinctly, and went straight into the living room of the ward and sat down.

Song Mengsheng raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, and said softly, "That's fine, thank you for taking care of me."

Lu Baishen turned his head and glanced at her indifferently, picked up the phone, swiped open the screen, and got busy with his own affairs.

Song Mengsheng had also been lying on the hospital bed for a whole day, and now he couldn't sit still after dinner, walking back and forth in the ward by himself.

Feeling a little stuffy, he ran outside the door of the ward again, but his eyes widened.

"No, what's the situation?"

Before her eyes, there were actually eight bodyguards in black guarding near the ward.

And at the end of both sides of the corridor, there are two bodyguards on each side, which seems to be blocked...

One of the bodyguards in black said, "Go back to Young Mistress, Young Master Lu has reserved the entire floor, please move around in this area, we will protect you well."

Song Mengsheng blinked, and immediately turned back to the ward: "Honey, don't be so exaggerated?"

However, Lu Boshen just calmly put down his phone, stood up and looked out the window: "Don't tell others the new ward number easily."

"You...you are the best to me..." Song Mengsheng walked to Lu Baishen with his hands behind his back and a happy face.

But Lu Boshen said indifferently: "You think too much, I want you to recover soon, so that you don't have to worry about a lot of people."

The little flower of happiness that had just bloomed in Song Mengsheng's heart instantly wilted.

She lowered her head and left in a lonely way: "Oh, I see, if you think I'm a drag on everyone, you can actually go through the process of leaving the hospital right away, and I don't want to keep procrastinating on the studio..."

Lu Boshen just pretended he didn't hear, walked out of the ward in silence, and chatted with the housekeeper at the door again.

Song Mengsheng sighed and sat on the armrest of the sofa, feeling her mood ups and downs.

I really thought this man was caring about me, it seems that I am really affectionate.

 Song Mengsheng tapped the armrest of the sofa lightly with his fingertips, his expression was full of disappointment.

When Lu Baishen was speaking, he glanced towards Song Mengsheng. Song Mengsheng immediately turned his eyes and looked away, not wanting to be seen by this man.

But not long after...

The butler knocked on the door and walked in with two women in professional suits.

"Young grandma."

Song Mengsheng stood up, his brows as thin as willow leaves frowned slightly: "What's the matter?"

Don't you want to say that you want to be quiet?
Why are there outsiders again?
One of the women in a business suit stepped forward, offered two oversized plastic bags with both hands, and said with a smile, "Young Mistress, these are the shoes you asked for, and we have brought them to you."

"The shoes I want? I don't have any..." Song Mengsheng turned around and looked at the man behind him suspiciously.

Lu Baishen pointed to a certain location in the living room: "Let's put it there first."

"Okay, Young Master Lu." The housekeeper and the two women put all the big and small bags in the corner of the living room.

At the same time, one of the women put a shopping list into Song Mengsheng's hands: "Young Mistress, all the shoes here are adjusted according to your size. When you have time, you can try to see if they fit. If you have any questions, just tell me We hope you enjoy our shoes and wish you a speedy recovery."