Dressed as the boss's palm pet

"This big bastard!"

Song Mengsheng threw the pillow out of his arms, then fell down on the big bed, shaking his legs vigorously, and beat the bed with the back of his feet, venting his depression.

On the other side, Lu Baishen directly turned himself into a workaholic, adapting to the time difference abroad, and directly started an international video conference with that side.

In this way, the two did not see each other overnight.

When they woke up in the morning, the two walked out of the room one after another.

It just so happened that Song Keke also woke up early, saw two people, and continued to greet them with smiles.

"Good morning, Papa Lu! You are so handsome today!"

"Mother Song is also good morning! You are more beautiful today!"

Lu Baishen nodded coldly and arrogantly, and walked straight towards the restaurant.

Song Mengsheng gave Song Keke a thumbs up, and said with a smile: "You have such a sweet little mouth! Your personality is also much brighter! I don't know how many times stronger than when you first came!"

Song Keke lowered her head shyly, and pointed in the direction of the backyard: "Mother Song, I'm going to feed Lin Lin breakfast, do you want to come together!"

After a night of sweet sleep, Song Mengsheng's inner depression disappeared without a trace, and now he cheerfully took Song Keke's hand and walked towards the backyard.

"Okay! Let me see if Lin Lin has been fattened up by you recently! I didn't take a walk with him yesterday!"

Song Keke raised her face and smiled like a little flower: "Mother Song, don't worry, Lin Lin will be taken care of by me!"

"Then you have to take good care of it!" Song Mengsheng smiled and touched Song Keke's head, and the two walked into the backyard together.

Lin Lin got out of the kennel, shook her head and rushed to the feet of the two of them.

The two smiled and played with Lin Lin.

After feeding Lin Lin breakfast, they walked together hand in hand and returned to the dining room.

Song Mengsheng took Song Keke's hand, first walked to the pool, and gently reminded: "Wash your hands before meals."

Song Keke nodded obediently: "Okay, the kindergarten teacher taught us."

"You are so good! Today I saw that you are doing well in taking care of the dogs, and you will be full of love for the little animals in the future!" Song Mengsheng pressed the hand sanitizer and grabbed Song Keke with both hands.

The two played and laughed together, making a lot of bubbles, not to mention how happy they were.

After washing their hands, they were ready to sit down at the dining table together.

Song Keke saw Lu Boshen who was eating, and couldn't help looking at Song Mengsheng curiously: "That's right, Mother Song, why were you angry last night?"

"It's nothing, it's just a small daily matter. It's normal for a couple to quarrel." Song Mengsheng continued to walk forward, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that noble and cold figure.

Song Keke let out an "oh" and sighed softly: "Can you stop arguing? The time we meet every day is only so little, alas, the feelings of adults are too complicated!"

Song Mengsheng let out a chuckle, turned around and sat at the dining table with Song Keke in his arms: "Why do you talk like a little grown-up kid! Hurry up and eat your breakfast and go to the kindergarten!"

While talking, she also sat opposite Lu Boshen.

Noticing that there seemed to be a slight smile flashing across Lu Boshen's indifferent and cold expression, she blinked strangely, but Lu Boshen had already returned to his calm expression.

Could it be that she was wrong?

Song Mengsheng couldn't help but look at Lu Boshen a few more times, and found that his expression was obviously much calmer than the day before.

Hmph, this tsundere man.

Song Mengsheng didn't bother to look at him anymore, and turned around to take care of Song Keke for dinner.

After Song Keke was full, he started to move again.

Turning around, she continued to ask Song Mengsheng curiously: "Then Mother Song, are you still angry with Father Lu?"

"Well, if he's not angry, then I won't be." Song Mengsheng looked at Lu Boshen quietly from the corner of his eyes, and turned his head arrogantly.

Song Keke turned to look at Lu Boshen, and then whispered to Song Mengsheng: "But I feel that Lu's father is still angry."

"Your father Lu is narrow-minded." Song Mengsheng muttered dissatisfiedly, holding the soup bowl with both hands, blowing on the heat, and drinking carefully.

Song Keke followed with a smile: "Does Mother Song hate Father Lu?"

Song Mengsheng put down the soup bowl, thought for a while, and shook his head: "No, he is a person, except for being a little narrow-minded, everything else is okay."

"What can that be?" Song Keke was very curious.

Song Mengsheng didn't want Lu Boshen to hear her, so she deliberately lowered her voice: "Actually, he is very tolerant. Your mother Song has caused a lot of trouble before, and he tolerated it with a tolerant heart. I am very grateful to him for this. And I also think he is very nice.”

Although sometimes he is extremely indifferent to himself, he will stand up at critical moments.

Sometimes, I feel that Lu Boshen's attitude towards himself has changed a lot. In many things, from the initial disbelief to the half-belief now, there has actually been a very good change.

At least when Lu Boshen looked at himself, he also used an objective attitude, and did not deny himself with subjective thoughts, and he could feel that he was quite protective now.

It happened yesterday that he saw it by chance, so he vented some of the anger in his heart unconsciously...

 This is also very good, but it is easy to get sick if you hold it in your heart.

Song Mengsheng was so absorbed in his thoughts that he stretched out the spoon in his hand towards the plate in front of him, and went back and forth many times, without even noticing that the plate had been eaten up.

Song Keke covered her mouth with her hands, and couldn't help giggling: "Mother Song looks a little silly like this."

 Lu Boshen just heard what Song Mengsheng was saying in a low voice, and the corners of his lips raised slightly. After seeing Song Mengsheng's silly movements, the joy in his eyes became much more obvious.

But he still turned around coldly, not wanting others to find out.

After breakfast, Lu Boshen and Song Mengsheng took their things and prepared to leave for the company.

Just as he was about to get in the car and leave, Ancestor Lu received a call from the villa.

The butler took the phone, turned on the hands-free function, and stood beside Lu Boshen and Song Mengsheng: "Ancestor Lu, the young master and young mistress are already nearby, please tell me."

"I said that you two really don't know to come to see me! Last time I delivered the dog, you haven't contacted me very much! These two days, you go home as fast as you can! Oh yes, pack your bags and go back Home, stay with me for a while!"

Ancestor Lu was not polite at all, and ordered forcefully.

Lu Boshen hesitated for a moment, glanced at the woman beside him, and opened his thin lips lightly: "Grandpa, it's not that we won't go back, it's because we're too busy with work recently! We'll arrange time to go back and have dinner with you, but I'm afraid we can't stay with you Down."

Ancestor Lu snorted unceremoniously, and roared loudly on the phone: "Don't talk to me about conditions! Do you want to piss me off, an old man, so you can be the master of the house!"

Lu Baishen frowned helplessly: "Grandpa, I didn't mean that!"

Song Mengsheng reached out to stop Lu Boshen, and quickly said to the phone with a smile: "Grandpa, don't be angry! It's not good for your health to be angry! In fact, your precious grandson is not interesting, and he is also afraid that his overtime work at home at night will affect you. rest!"

"I don't want to take a rest, I don't want to come, I know how to work in one day." Ancestor Lu said sharply.

Song Mengsheng smiled softly: "Grandpa, besides, isn't he so busy to better develop the Lu family? He is so good, you can show it off to your old friends when you go out!"

Ancestor Lu's tone suddenly softened, and he laughed heartily: "That's true! My precious grandson is the most promising! But, come back quickly! I, the old man..."

"You miss us, don't you? You wait to meet! Just tell me what you want to eat!" Song Mengsheng knew that the old ancestor Lu wanted to save face, so he helped him to say the rest.

"Mengsheng from our family is the most caring, grandpa didn't love you for nothing! Then grandpa is waiting for you to come over!" The old ancestor Lu followed the decisive style, hung up the phone directly after speaking, and didn't tell anyone else at all. Opportunity to speak.

Song Mengsheng shrugged, and smiled helplessly at Lu Baishen: "Grandpa is getting old, we have to coax him! Hurry up to work, after work, let's prepare a gift for visiting grandpa!"

Lu Bai glanced at Song Mengsheng with his deep, narrow and dark eyes, and could only say "hmm" coldly, opened the car door and got in, then left.

Song Mengsheng turned around and got into his car, refused the driver's request to pick him up, and drove away alone.

On the road, two cars were driving one after the other.

Song Mengsheng turned on the car radio, found the local traffic broadcast, and listened happily, humming a ditty from time to time.

At a certain intersection in the middle, Lu Boshen's car stopped on the straight road, waiting for the green light to turn on.

Song Mengsheng's car was just about to turn left, and it was the passing time.

When she drove the car past, she glanced at the back seat of the car next to her intentionally or unintentionally.

I don't know if it was my illusion, but the man in the car seemed to look towards him, and then turned his head quickly.

"What an interesting man." Song Mengsheng murmured to himself, sang cheerfully, and drove all the way to the SunGoddess studio.

After swiping his face and checking in, he received a message from his ancestor Lu.

"Girl, this time is no ordinary family reunion, I'm going to hold a grand family reunion! Remember to come here dressed nicely!"

Song Mengsheng looked at the text message, and his eyebrows, which were as thin as willow leaves, frowned slightly. He secretly thought, like this kind of rich family gathering, everyone should wear evening dresses.