Dressed as the boss's palm pet

Song Mengsheng finished yelling at the driver, turned around and yelled at Lu Baishen again.

"Can you scurry to the side again, or take the co-pilot, I'm so uncomfortable that I want to lie on my stomach, there's no room at all."

The driver in front trembled with fright, holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands.

This young mistress is really drunk, she even dared to scold their young master.

Lu Bai's face was cold and gloomy, and he looked at Song Mengsheng quietly: "What else do you want?"

The drunken Song Mengsheng had long forgotten that there was an invincible man in front of him, and said cracklingly: "I don't think about it, I just feel very uncomfortable, and I just want to lie down!"

"Then just lie down." Lu Baishen was too lazy to argue with this drunk, so he reached out and patted his thigh.

Song Mengsheng looked at Lu Boshen in confusion, then fell down drunk, but immediately sat up again grabbing the back of the chair, raised his hand and patted Lu Boshen's thigh heavily: "What is this? Are you here to be funny! This thing is too hard! Do you want to kill me!"

Lu Baishen's face continued to be gloomy, and his voice was a bit cold: "Should I find you a fat man, his legs are full of meat, and he will definitely not kill you."

"I don't! Go away quickly!" Song Mengsheng closed his drunken eyes tightly, and stretched out his hand to push Lu Baishen hard.

Lu Boshen was forced to give her some space, but his stern face had become extremely ugly.

This woman is really spoiled by her, she is so crazy after being drunk.

He squeezed Song Mengsheng's chin fiercely, and locked her sharp eyes: "I warn you, don't play tricks in front of me by being drunk, or you will look good to me."

Song Mengsheng was startled, and then hiccupped.

The smell of alcohol wafted from his body in an instant, Lu Boshen immediately covered his mouth in disgust, and rolled down the car window.

Song Mengsheng giggled when he saw it, then fell into Lu Baishen's arms, and fell asleep unconsciously.

After finally tossing and tossing all the way home, Lu Baishen looked at the little girl who was sleeping soundly, feeling very helpless in his heart, the princess hugged her, turned and walked back to the villa.

It's okay if you don't hug her, but once she hugs her, Song Mengsheng wakes up slightly.

Seeing that he was actually in the arms of a man, he immediately raised his hand and beat the man's chest vigorously, and said angrily, "Who are you? You stinking hooligan! I tell you, let me go quickly, or I will let my husband Kill you!"

Lu Bai felt a sharp pain in his chest, his tall and straight body bent slightly, and glared fiercely at the little woman in his arms: "Your husband can't beat me! Just stay calm!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Song Mengsheng yelled loudly, then his little face was tightly wrinkled into a ball, and he smiled wickedly.

Lu Boshen had already carried her into the living room, and was about to enter the elevator and return to the bedroom, but suddenly felt that there was something wrong with this little woman.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly felt a small hand covering his arm, touching his muscles.

Then, give it a hard pinch!
Lu Baishen's face turned slightly red from the pain at the moment, and he roared unbearably: "Song Mengsheng!"

Song Mengsheng was really drunk, raised his small face, and gave Lu Baishen a smirk: "Are you still a man, why are you so fierce? It's not good at all!"

Lu Boshen carried her out of the elevator, gritted his teeth and said, "When you wake up, I'll see you!"

But at this time, Song Mengsheng had closed his eyes again in a daze, and put his hand in front of him indiscriminately.

Lu Boshen really had no choice but to let her come.

After tossing and tossing all the way to the bedroom, he gently placed her on the bed, watching the fine and curled eyelashes tremble slightly, and his cold eyes softened a bit.

It's not bad if it's always like this, let her show her original appearance in front of her to her heart's content...

However, Lu Baishen felt a little warmth in his heart just now, when Song Mengsheng suddenly sat up, pointed to the position in front of him and said, "Stop and don't move! Don't try to take advantage of me!"

 Lu Boshen grabbed Song Mengsheng's hand with some dumbfounding: "No one is going to take advantage of you, you are very safe at home now, grandma, I beg you to go to bed quickly."

To be honest, he wants to sleep separately from Song Mengsheng in his heart now, and she may not be able to sleep well all night with her current turmoil.

However, Song Mengsheng frowned suddenly, looked at Lu Baishen, and then suddenly smiled bitterly: "Why are you? Aren't you going to have dinner with Xing Niannian?"

"You have asked me this question many times." Lu Baishen's voice was cold, and he grabbed Song Mengsheng's shoulders with both hands, trying to make her lie down obediently.

 But Song Mengsheng did feel a little headache, stretched out his hand and pressed his temple hard, and then complained: "Look, you won't be patient if I say a few words! Sure enough, all your kindness to me is from acting! You This man really knows how to act!"

"My kindness to you is a show? Do you think so?" Lu Baishen's helpless expression suddenly became serious, and he let go of Song Mengsheng.

"Otherwise? I think you just want to deal with grandpa, otherwise you won't talk to me! I've heard you talking to Yu Zhiyue!"

Song Mengsheng fell on the bed and kicked his feet angrily: "Tell me, do you just like the kind and gentle young ladies like Xing Niannian? Oh yes, you seem to be calling me a shrew!"

"What are you talking about!" Lu Baishen pulled the quilt helplessly, and threw it directly on Song Mengsheng's body.

I thought to myself, if he wants to take back what he said just now, it's fine as it is now, let's just forget it, it's too tortured.

Song Mengsheng grabbed the quilt with both hands, and said sadly: "I'm right, you not only don't like me, but also hate me very much... It's hard for me to accompany you to act..."

Lu Baishen felt that the situation in front of him was both angry and funny, he reached out and grabbed Song Mengsheng's little hand, and stuffed it into the quilt forcefully: "I called Yu Zhiyue that day to tell him about pretending to be intimate."

"I believe in your ghosts!"

"I also told Yu Zhiyue, I think the relationship between the two of us has gone further, it doesn't seem like we are acting, I also said, I hope all this is true."

"Not really...Grandpa isn't here, so you don't have to pretend." Song Mengsheng pouted aggrievedly.

Lu Boshen didn't like nonsense very much, and his tone was a bit cold: "Are you so sure? Maybe you're just pretending."

Song Mengsheng waved his hand angrily, and his eyes were even more aggrieved: "We are not the same as each other."

"What did I lie to you for? The words I told him had no other meaning at all, so don't over-emphasize. In fact, I have a pretty good impression of you now." Lu Baishen looked at the poor Song Mengsheng, and rarely explained patiently. A few words.

"That means it's not acting anymore?" Song Mengsheng stared intently, blushing.

"In the beginning." Lu Baishen said softly, maintaining his inherent pride.

"Oh, forget it, forget it, let's go to sleep." However, Song Mengsheng was so drunk that he didn't realize this sentence at all. He just felt that he was really acting, turned over depressed, and hid in the Blindfolded and sleeping soundly.

Helplessly, Lu Boshen took the hot towel and lifted some corners of the quilt for her, revealing his small face, and wiped it gently.

She yelled a few more restless words.

Then, he rested.

……

The next day, Song Mengsheng woke up slowly under the warm sunshine.

"Strange, how did I get home?"

She grabbed the quilt with both hands, looked at the empty place around her, and frowned tightly.

 I vaguely remember that I was drinking with Xia Qiqi last night?

She took her mobile phone and called Xia Qiqi.

Xia Qiqi didn't wake up either, she muttered, "Who is it? Don't bother me! I'm angry to get up!"

"How did I come back?" Song Mengsheng took the time to ask.

However, the person who has not yet come to his senses answered the wrong question: "What is it? I will go to work at noon, and I have to see a client in the morning!"

Immediately afterwards, there was a beeping sound of hanging up from the phone.

Song Mengsheng was a little confused.

He completely forgot about what happened after he got drunk.

Hey, what the hell is going on!
Or did someone else send it back to her?

Could it be Lu Boshen?But if it was Lu Baishen, why didn't she have any impression?
Don't tell me it's those little fresh meats I met before...

Or a new friend...

Song Mengsheng gritted her teeth secretly, and suddenly heard the sound of closing the door from the bathroom outside, her heart rose in her throat, and she quickly covered her head with the quilt.

At this time, he heard footsteps outside walking towards him.

She closed her eyes tightly, pretending to be asleep.

After Lu Baishen changed his clothes, he saw Song Mengsheng put the quilt on his head again, and gently reached out to take it off.

Song Mengsheng closed his eyes, feeling the gentle force, his heartbeat trembled inexplicably, and his eyelashes trembled like ink fans.

Lu Baishen frowned slightly, and reminded in a cold voice: "Don't sleep with your head covered, it's not good for your health."

She pretended not to hear and continued to close her eyes.

Lu Bai looked at her deeply, remembering her cute drunken appearance yesterday, she was jealous and slapstick, the corners of her lips unconsciously raised a little.

He continued to look, and a pair of sharp black and thick eyes looked towards the bright red and moist lips uncontrollably.

Slightly bent down, there was an urge to firmly hold on.

But seeing Song Mengsheng desperately pretending to be calm, he couldn't help being angry and funny, sat up straight in time, and held back the thoughts in his heart.

"How long are you going to pretend to be asleep?"

Song Mengsheng opened his eyes abruptly, then quickly covered his mouth with one hand, yawned, pretending to have just woken up: "What? You woke me up."