Dressed as the boss's palm pet

Things were going on as expected by Song Keke.

After Lu Boshen made the phone call, he returned to the room.

At a glance, he saw Song Mengsheng who was thinking about things with ecstasy.

 Song Mengsheng was lying on the hospital bed, his legs were swinging gently, and he muttered to himself: "I really can't believe it, this man actually cooks for me. Is my change successful?"

She smiled and hugged the pillow tightly, and fell on the big bed, rolling back and forth happily.

 Lu Boshen coughed lightly, knocked on the door, and leaned his tall body against the door frame: "You should rest."

"Okay, then take Coco home, I wish you a sweet dream." Song Mengsheng shyly covered her cheeks with her hands, then sat up suddenly as if thinking of something.

"By the way, wait a minute." She put on her slippers, ran into the living room slowly, took a disposable water glass, and put a Vitamin C effervescent tablet in it.

Turning around, he handed it back to Lu Boshen's hand.

"I'm not thirsty." Lu Baishen picked up his things and sent someone to call Song Keke back.

Song Mengsheng stood in front of Lu Boshen, and reluctantly stuffed the water glass into his hand.

The clever water eyes blinked and blinked, quite coquettishly: "I'm about to get better from a cold... Just now, we had close contact, and my cold virus can easily infect you. Supplement vitamin C to improve immunity."

After finishing speaking, she lowered her head with a flushed face.

Hearing this, Lu Baishen's heart moved, he reached out to catch the water glass, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

When he put the cup back on the coffee table, his thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was cold: "Just pretend that what happened just now never happened."

Suddenly, Lu Baishen felt a little tired.

I had been looking forward to such a heartwarming scene for a long time.

Finally, the hope came true...

 But why does it feel like a dream?
Maybe this woman is just sick and convulsed, and she may not give up on herself someday...

You can't put too much hope on Song Mengsheng.

"You should rest earlier." Lu Baishen thought of this, turned around and took Song Keke away.

Song Mengsheng's shy look was instantly replaced by a lost expression, she lowered her head lonely, and followed them slowly: "Then you all pay attention to safety on the way back..."

After finishing speaking, regardless of Song Keke's desire to hug, he quickly closed the door of the ward, turned around and ran back to the room, and fell on his head.

"Hey... Comrade still needs to work hard..."

……

After one night, Song Mengsheng's cold suddenly improved significantly, and he no longer had a fever. Everything looked normal.

Seeing the doctor finished the examination, Song Mengsheng let out a heavy breath: "Finally I can leave the hospital, and finally I can see the sun outside."

The doctor and the housekeeper couldn't help laughing.

"Young Mistress, congratulations on your recovery, but you still have to be careful these two days, and pay attention to your health in the future."

Song Mengsheng happily picked out clean clothes on the sofa: "Don't worry, we are all."

"Then I'll go through the discharge procedures for the young mistress now." While the butler was speaking, he called other people to tidy up briefly.

As soon as Song Mengsheng thought about being discharged from the hospital, he was in a particularly good mood, and unconsciously hummed a ditty: "My cold is like a blue sky with white clouds, a clear sky, and a sudden storm..."

While singing, the scene of Lu Boshen feeding her with his mouth flashed in my mind...

Do you want to be so overbearing?
But people say that everything has never happened...

She paused while holding the clothes, then stood up as if nothing had happened.

Forget it, anyway, I didn't have any hope in him.

When Song Mengsheng packed up his things, Lu Boshen also rushed over from the hospital.

Song Mengsheng looked at Lu Boshen in surprise: "Didn't you tell me to let me leave the hospital this morning? Why did you come back?"

She was a little happy in her heart.

"Grandpa called, don't worry about you being alone, let me come back and take a look." Lu Baishen looked at the ward that had been tidied up, and led everyone out.

Song Mengsheng followed behind Lu Baishen and said with a smile: "The weekend is coming soon, shall we take Keke to see grandpa together this time?"

"Yes." Lu Baishen walked in front noblely and coldly.

There were two rows of bodyguards opening the way, protecting the two of them in the middle.

People passing by saw it, and they were secretly amazed.

 "It's actually Young Master Lu and Young Mistress... This aura seems to be walking on a catwalk..."

"The two of them are naturally beautiful..."

Listening to the compliments from passers-by, Song Mengsheng secretly laughed in his heart. When he walked out of the inpatient building of the hospital, he found red roses everywhere on both sides of the road.

The bright red roses attracted passers-by to take pictures.

Song Mengsheng also took out his mobile phone, squatted down, looked for a good angle, and took the opportunity to take two pictures.

It happened that Lu Boshen was walking in front with outstanding grace, and she took a picture of Lu Boshen from the upward angle.

Those slender and straight legs were wrapped in a well-fitting suit, and they had a very unique temperament.

Song Mengsheng was dumbfounded.

As Lu Baishen was walking, he felt that the little woman behind him seemed to be silent. He stopped and turned around, just in time to see Song Mengsheng's camera was facing him, and his handsome eyebrows frowned slightly: "What are you doing?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing, let's go." Song Mengsheng quickly put away his phone and stood up.

When she looked up, she saw a few children not far away, each walking towards her with a rose.

She gave the children a friendly smile, but unexpectedly, the children stuffed the red roses into her hands.

"Sister, this is for you. I wish you good health and happiness every day."

"Thank you!" Song Mengsheng smiled and bent down to thank him politely.

Afterwards, holding the red rose happily, she continued to walk forward, and another man dressed in some hip-hop style approached her, and handed her a red rose.

"Beauty, this rose is for you too."

"Ah? Thank you! But why do you all send me flowers?"

Song Mengsheng frowned strangely, feeling that things were a little weird, and quickly walked to Lu Baishen's side: "Did you prepare this red rose?"

Lu Baishen looked at the bright red roses on both sides with a cold expression: "I don't like to do things in a high-profile way."

The little hope that was just born in Song Mengsheng's heart was instantly drenched thoroughly by a basin of invisible cold water: "Oh, then what's going on now..."

While talking, a group of middle-aged aunts wearing scarves walked towards Song Mengsheng with selfie sticks, and they dropped the things on the ground one after another.

"Son, this gift box is for you."

Just as Song Mengsheng was about to shake his head and refuse, another aunt took another baby bear and stuffed it into Song Mengsheng's arms.

"This doll is also for you. I saw you and Young Master Lu on TV before, but today I saw a real person. We must take a photo together! Come on, girl, pose together!"

Song Mengsheng twitched the corners of her lips in embarrassment, seeing the aunt put her arms around her shoulders and stood between her and Lu Baishen, she could only laugh dryly.

Seeing this, Lu Bai turned around indifferently, showing no intention of cooperating.

At this time, there was a "click", and the aunt's selfie was taken.

Song Mengsheng hurriedly grabbed the aunt: "Please wait a moment, can you tell me what's going on now? Why can't I understand it!"

Aunt actively displayed the virtues of traditional gossip, and talked to Song Mengsheng eloquently.

"We were walking in the nearby pedestrian street, and then a handsome young man found us and said that as long as we help him deliver this gift to you, everyone will give a silk scarf .”

"A very handsome young man? How handsome is he?" Song Mengsheng raised his eyebrows, suddenly saw the extremely cold expression of the man next to him, and quickly lowered his voice.

"Yeah, who does he look like... My eldest granddaughter seems to like him... But I can't remember the name..." The aunt frowned and thought about it, but she couldn't think of it. Want to call to inquire.

Song Mengsheng quickly stopped the aunt, with an even more embarrassed expression: "Thank you."

When she turned around, she found that a large group of people were surrounding her.

It felt like playing Plants vs. Zombies, being surrounded instantly...

"These are gifts for you, let's go!"

 These people found that Song Mengsheng's face was not quite right, put down the gift and ran away.

Song Mengsheng waved quickly: "Hey, don't leave! I don't want these gifts!"

Just as he was about to send bodyguards to chase him out, the security guards from the hospital came over angrily.

"I said who are you? It's like beating gongs and drums when you leave the hospital. You occupy the road here, and the people behind can't get out, and those who want to rest can't get in. This is a hospital!"

Song Mengsheng quickly apologized to the security: "I'm really sorry, we'll leave right away."

After finishing speaking, she hurriedly called the housekeeper, and ordered firmly: "Go and contact Liang Wenning for help. If he sends these things, they will all be returned."

"Okay." The butler immediately complied.

Song Mengsheng quickly walked to Lu Baishen's side again, and pulled Lu Baishen's sleeve carefully: "Are you angry? I thought it was a surprise from you at first, and I was quite happy, but not now, I absolutely I won't take it."

Lu Baishen stopped indifferently, and looked at her with eagle-like sharp eyes: "I think you are really happy."

"I thought it was you...I'm not happy now! Really! Don't be angry!" Song Mengsheng softened his voice.

Lu Bai gave a deep and cold laugh, and his slender and tall figure approached forcefully: "This Liang Wenning is really good to you, are you now also attracted to him?"

He used the word "also".

Song Mengsheng sensitively captured this subtle detail, and immediately shook her head in denial: "I'm not attracted to anyone except you."

After finishing speaking, I was also surprised, and explained a little flusteredly: "I... I mean, you are my husband, and the only person who is attracted to you is you. I don't even look at other men... What happened before... Can you let him go..."