Dressed as the boss's palm pet

This Song Mengsheng was pinned down by Lu Boshen, and he didn't know how to respond for a while.

Basically, the initiative is entirely in the hands of Lu Boshen.

The two became intimate in the kitchen.

The servant waiting at the door closed the kitchen door very tactfully, no one dared to disturb easily.

As a result, the two people's hearts set off layers of ripples, and their mood became even more excited.

almost...

The two almost couldn't resist driving in the kitchen.

Outside the door, the servants noticed that the commotion inside had gradually quietened down, and they avoided each other in embarrassment.

Song Keke had been waiting in the living room for a long time, and couldn't help but ran over.

The servants reached out and stopped Song Keke: "That lady... just wait a little longer."

Song Keke was still a child after all, knocked on the door very anxiously, raised his voice, and said anxiously: "Why don't you let me in? Let me see how Mom and Dad are doing?"

"That...it's really inconvenient right now." Aunt Wang stepped forward, trying to drag Song Keke back into the living room.

However, Song Keke suddenly raised his head and asked, "Why?"

"This...you don't have to worry about the adult's affairs, the children, the young master and the young mistress will prepare dinner for the young lady." Sister-in-law Wang raised her head and touched her forehead, her expression was also very troubled.

But Song Keke suddenly said something shocking: "His grandfather told me before that if mom and dad don't make any noise in the room, don't bother them! Could it be that he wants to give birth to a younger brother for me! Oh, my boy! Not suitable!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience fell silent.

Even Lu Boshen and Song Mengsheng in the kitchen stopped what they were doing for an instant, and did not dare to speak for a while.

The two looked at each other, slightly embarrassed.

After being quiet for a long time, Song Mengsheng broke the awkward atmosphere in a low voice.

"That, that... I'd better hurry up and cook, so I don't make you hungry."

Lu Bai sighed deeply, and walked out of the kitchen with a cold expression.

When passing by Song Keke's side, he suddenly turned around again, and said a few words to the housekeeper: "Take care of this child in the future, and educate him well."

"Yes, young master." The housekeeper looked helplessly at the innocent Song Keke, and felt very helpless.

This kid has ruined his young master's good deeds invisibly again.

But the young master is really good-tempered, he didn't get angry with Song Keke.

After all, he is a well-educated young master, I have to admire him.

Fortunately, nothing happened in the back, everyone sat together and ate hot pot lively.

But as soon as the dinner was over, Song Mengsheng was pulled back into the room by Lu Baishen.

As for what happened inside, hey, please imagine for yourself.

……

A new day passed, and Liang Wenning was preparing to read a new script, planning to try out a role in a costume.

While waiting for the assistant to pick up the script, he casually looked at his phone again.

In fact, he had already seen Lu Boshen's message to him, but he was too busy the day before, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

After reading it again now, I feel faint anger in my heart.

"Good job, Lu Boshen! You can't see me being handsome, can you! Just want to seduce your woman!"

Liang Wenning muttered something in a low voice, but felt that what he said was not quite right, so he quickly poohed to the ground a few times.

"Damn! What are you woman! It's not sure who it is! Why am I talking so much today!"

Just when the assistant came in, after hearing the last sentence, he immediately stepped forward worriedly: "Are you okay? Why are you talking? I'll go and pour you some warm water!"

"No, no, you can help me find out if Song Mengsheng from SunGoddess is going out today." Liang Wenning had an idea in his mind.

The assistant was tangled in his heart: "Then I'll go ask the agent for Miss Xia's contact information. She is Song Mengsheng's best friend, and she should know it better than us."

"Are you going to ask Xia Qiqi? That's a good idea, just say that I asked casually." Liang Wenning took over the script, thinking of giving Song Mengsheng a surprise.

"Okay." The assistant contacted Xia Qiqi very smoothly.

Liang Wenning also quickly got Song Mengsheng's movements, and when he read the script, he became more motivated.

……

Xia Qiqi didn't take Liang Wenning's question seriously, and replied casually.

It is said that Song Mengsheng will go out to meet the client at two o'clock in the afternoon, and at about 03:30, he will come out of the client's company and prepare to go back to the studio to catch the routine meeting at four o'clock.

Song Mengsheng had no idea that he was unintentionally sold out by his best friend.

After seeing the client standing in the subway waiting for the subway, someone suddenly covered his mouth with one hand and dragged him behind the pillar.

"Woooooo!"

Song Mengsheng screamed twice in fright, but they were all covered by the tall figure of the other party, and then caught off guard, a black hat was put on top of his head.

She was extremely defensive, raised her knees, and attacked the middle part of the opponent.

The other party was so frightened that he let go of his hand immediately, then immediately took off the mask, and said in a very low voice: "Don't be afraid, it's me!"

Song Mengsheng looked at the handsome face of the other party, and quickly put the mask back on for the other party: "Why are you?"

Liang Wenning lowered the brim of his hat a little, and deliberately changed his voice: "I miss you, so I came to see you, and you almost killed me."

Song Mengsheng rolled his eyes unceremoniously: "Who told you to grab me without saying hello! It's polite not to kill you!"

Liang Wenning carefully covered his face, and explained helplessly: "If I told you in advance, would you still come to see me?"

"It doesn't seem to be true." Song Mengsheng was amused by his own answer.

Liang Wenning smiled helplessly, and handed Song Mengsheng a black mask: "Put this on, too, so you don't get recognized by anyone."

"You should be more worried about yourself. If someone recognizes you, it will not only affect the traffic, but also put you in danger. Where's your manager? Where's your assistant? Where did you go?" Song Mengsheng turned around and looked around.

Liang Wenning shrugged and smiled, and said mysteriously: "I dismissed them all! Aren't you going to take the subway? I'll be with you!"

Song Mengsheng quickly shook his head and refused: "Don't follow me, I don't want to be on the hot search with you!"

Liang Wenning raised his hand and promised: "I'll take you to the door of the studio. Let's go, the subway is here."

Song Mengsheng was in a hurry for a meeting, but after being pushed by Liang Wenning, he followed the crowd into the subway.

Fortunately, this is a bustling city center, and there are a lot of people taking the subway.

Liang Wenning directly pulled Song Mengsheng to stand in the corner of the subway, and the two stood together facing the corner.

Coupled with the black hat and black mask, and Liang Wenning's very low-key dress...

No one would notice either of them.

But this was enough to make Song Mengsheng very nervous.

"Get out of the car as soon as you get off the station."

She spoke quickly in the voices of these two people.

Liang Wenning shook his head, and winked at Song Mengsheng with his only exposed eyes: "I don't want it."

Song Mengsheng rolled his eyes helplessly: "Did you make a mistake! If you take the subway, passers-by won't notice anything! If you really have this milk powder, they will definitely recognize you! You're going to die, don't pull me!"

Liang Wenning pressed one hand on the car wall beside Song Mengsheng's ear.

While speaking, he lowered his head tightly and tried to change his voice: "No, I'm already very careful. And in order to meet you, I deliberately used my trumpet to say that I might show up in a while At the door of the company."

"So you used a trick to turn the tiger away from the mountain? Let all your fans go to the door of your company, and then you came to see me?" Song Mengsheng didn't dare to say these two words, but sent them directly on WeChat On Liang Wenning's WeChat.

Liang Wenning turned on the phone and looked at it, then nodded with a smile: "Do you think it's easy for me!"

Song Mengsheng raised his hand and wiped his forehead, a little ashamed: "If they find out, they will definitely be so angry."

Liang Wenning adjusted the brim of his hat confidently: "No way, I am very attractive."

Song Mengsheng sighed heavily, then clasped his hands together as if praying: "Brother, I beg you, you'd better get out of the car quickly."

Liang Wenning touched his pocket, grabbed Song Mengsheng's hand with one hand, and said very seriously: "Don't worry! We are really fine with so many people blocking us! Think about it, it's quite nice to meet in the subway to reminisce about the past. interesting!"

"You almost gave me a heart attack!"

When Song Mengsheng spoke, the subway stopped, and another large group of people squeezed into the subway.

Even if Liang Wenning wanted to go on now, he might not be able to squeeze out.

Song Mengsheng stood there awkwardly and nervously, unable to move by the crowd, and didn't dare to say anything more, so he could only stare secretly.

As soon as he moved, he found a small blue box stuffed in his palm.

"Open it and have a look." Liang Wenning pursed his lips in anticipation.

Song Mengsheng quickly returned the small box to Liang Wenning: "I can't accept presents, you can take them back quickly. The image I managed to regain can really not be misunderstood."

"Hey, why are you a little different from the old you? Don't you like excitement? And this gift was carefully selected by me. If you don't tell me, I'll just throw it away." Liang Wenning refused seriously.

Song Mengsheng stubbornly insisted on reaching out, wanting to return the small box to Liang Wenning.

Liang Wenning immediately turned cold, and unceremoniously wrapped Song Mengsheng's hand with both hands: "Take it back, otherwise I'll keep holding it like this."

Song Mengsheng withdrew his hand like a reflex, and reproached very quietly: "Who told you to touch me?"

"Then why don't you take it quickly? There's no reason to take back what I gave away." As he spoke, Liang Wenning leaned forward a little while the crowd moved and squeezed each other.