Dressed as the boss's palm pet

"You are half a month ahead of the agreed delivery time..." Song Mengsheng tentatively chatted with William.

William asked back: "Don't you know? Your husband called me and must ensure that your goods are delivered safely."

Song Mengsheng weighed the gem in his hand: "Did he call you?"

"Yeah, I've been busy with work recently, and he said that you must do your business beautifully. Are you satisfied with my doing so? Remember to speak kindly to Lu Shao." William raised his hand and wiped his forehead I was in a cold sweat, thinking that fortunately this matter was done beautifully, otherwise I really don’t know how to go this way in the future.

Song Mengsheng hung up the phone, thinking back that the Lord could help him silently, this man really makes people feel full of security!

After thinking about it, after get off work, I went to the kitchen as soon as I entered the house.

The housekeeper stepped forward respectfully: "What does young mistress want to do?"

Song Mengsheng took the written list and put it in the housekeeper's hand: "Help me prepare the above side dishes, I want to make dinner for Boshen myself."

The steward complied immediately.

Song Mengsheng fastened her apron and was cooking dinner neatly in the kitchen.

When Lu Boshen returned home, Song Mengsheng had already cooked the steamed fish, and the smell of the fish filled the kitchen.

Lu Boshen took off his suit jacket, handed it to the housekeeper, and walked gently behind Song Mengsheng.

Song Mengsheng devoted himself wholeheartedly to cooking, holding a kitchen knife in his hand, and quickly shredded potatoes, then put down the kitchen knife, and turned to wash the green peppers.

While Song Mengsheng was turning on the faucet, Lu Baishen hugged Song Mengsheng from behind and rested his chin on Song Mengsheng's shoulder.

Song Mengsheng was slightly surprised, but still turned her head with a smile, and looked sideways at the man behind her: "You're back? Wash your hands quickly, and you can have dinner in a while."

Lu Bai sniffed his nose deeply: "I am very happy to be able to eat dinner cooked by my wife."

Song Mengsheng pinched Lu Baishen's nose, and a bright smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "My husband has been with me for a long time, and he is getting better at talking!"

Lu Baishen straightened his body, his hands still tightly wrapped around Song Mengsheng's waist: "You think you influenced me? In fact, I have a talent in myself."

Song Mengsheng raised his hand and patted Lu Boshen's hand: "It's really bad for you! Go away, don't affect my work!"

"I don't want to let go." Lu Baishen lowered his voice, it was a little hoarse, but it was so magnetic that it made people's heart flutter.

Song Mengsheng's heart beat a little faster, turned around helplessly, and looked at the man face to face: "I'm right here, I don't go anywhere, and besides, I'm already your wife Lu Boshen, so maybe I can grow a little longer?" The wings flew? Don't pester me, okay? I want to cook!"

Lu Baishen's handsome eyebrows revealed an expression of grievance.

Song Mengsheng did not soften his heart at all, he picked up the spoon and shook it in front of Lu Boshen's eyes: "If you are like me again, be careful, I'm not welcome!"

Lu Boshen had no choice but to spread his hands innocently: "Okay, I'll just let go! But after dinner, my wife must let me give you a good hug!"

He blinked as he spoke, his appearance seemed to be provocative.

Song Mengsheng pretended to wave the spoon, and her face blushed: "Go out quickly! Otherwise, you won't even want to eat the dinner I made today!"

Seeing her shy look, Lu Bai laughed lightly, and walked out of the kitchen with a happy expression.

Song Mengsheng continued to be busy, Lu Baishen's tall and straight figure leaned gently on the door frame, silently watching Song Mengsheng's every move.

The steaming dinner was soon finished, and Lu Bai was in a good mood smelling the aroma of the food, so he specially ordered the servant to leave the restaurant, and personally helped Song Mengsheng carry the food and put it on the table in the restaurant.

It feels like a family dinner.

Song Mengsheng took off his apron and stood in front of the dining table, fanning the aroma of the rice with his hand, smiling very satisfied.

Lu Boshen was still holding Song Keke's hand, and the two of them beat her shoulders and rubbed her back together, creating an indescribable harmony in the family.

……

When going to work in the morning, Song Mengsheng received a message from Liang Wenning.

"I promised your assistant's autographed photo, and I mailed her to your studio. There are two small boxes inside, which are my limited dolls, and one of them is for you."

Song Mengsheng was a little confused: "?"

Liang Wenning replied with a smile: "It's that assistant of yours who told me on Weibo that she wanted to ask for an autographed photo for a friend. I just happened to have a little impression of her, so I mailed it."

Song Mengsheng was a little surprised.

Even if you are a true fan, if you ask for an autograph on Weibo, the star will come back right away?
He should be able to do this because of his own face, right?
Song Mengsheng thought for a while, and quickly replied: "In the future, I will ask you for an autograph, so you don't have to pay attention to it every time. Xia Qiqi is your true fan's true fan, and your words are not bad."

"Don't you know that I am a very close idol?" Liang Wenning obviously didn't take these things to heart.

He thought Song Mengsheng would be happy, but Song Mengsheng felt a little stressed.

When Song Mengsheng entered the studio, he received a courier from Liang Wenning, and then found Zhao Yanluo, and spoke very tactfully.

"These are the things you like to tease and give you, but you should keep them well and don't give them away."

Zhao Yanluo took the things, her expression was startled: "He really mailed it to me?"

Thinking that I resold the signed photo in private, I feel a little guilty and uneasy.

Song Mengsheng patted Zhao Yanluo on the shoulder, turned around and returned to the office.

He opened his limited edition doll, intending to put it in the drawer and keep this gift.

It didn't mean anything else, just thinking that Liang Wenning was a nice person and could always be good friends.

There is nothing wrong with accepting a gift as a friend.

It's just that I don't know if Xia Qiqi has a doll?

Liang Wenning avoided Xia Qiqi this time, it's better not to let her know.

But Xia Qiqi soon found out that she, who had been injured once, didn't take it to heart at all, and continued to be busy with work full of fighting spirit.

At noon, Song Mengsheng took everyone to eat beef noodles. Zhao Yanluo sat next to Song Mengsheng, continuing to be embarrassed.

I thought to myself, although I took the money and improved my life, but all the rest of the money will be invested in the treatment of my grandma. The illness of my grandma is like a bottomless pit, and she can't breathe.

Now she finally has some valuable things to sell, why should she listen to Song Mengsheng?
Thinking about it this way, while everyone was eating and chatting, they opened the software again and quietly browsed the prices of the dolls.

Song Mengsheng inadvertently caught a glimpse when he was talking, and said softly: "Now fans are used to selling celebrities' collections on second-hand software? I remember that Liang Wenning doesn't like fans to resell in private, and he takes care of fans very much. It's easy to break his heart."

The movements of Zhao Yanluo's hands froze, and there was a little sarcasm in her calm tone: "You really know my idol better than me."

Xia Qiqi heard it, and felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere between the two of them, so she stood up without hesitation: "Zhao Yanluo, what are you talking about? Meng Sheng and your idol are friends, don't talk about it." so crooked."

Zhao Yanluo put down her phone heavily: "I have no other intentions."

Song Mengsheng stood up angrily: "Think about it for yourself, why Liang Wenning gave you these things? I'm not talking big, but your attitude is really hurtful."

After finishing speaking, he stood up and went to check out with his wallet.

Xia Qiqi looked at Zhao Yanluo speechlessly, got up and went after Song Mengsheng: "My dear, don't be angry!"

The colleagues next to her also looked at Zhao Yanluo helplessly, and stood up one after another to leave.

"Mr. Song is always very kind to us, and he takes care of you in every possible way. How can you say that about her?"

Zhao Yanluo sat quietly on the spot without saying a word.

When Song Mengsheng returned to the office, he locked the door directly and planned to deal with his own affairs.

Thinking, this time is a warning to Zhao Yanluo, but if it continues like this in the future, she won't take action against her.

She turned on the computer and received a call from Liang Wenning.

"What are you doing? My goddess!" It was a hearty laugh.

Song Mengsheng was thinking about what happened just now, his heart was still a little heavy, and his tone was cold: "Remember to be serious when you speak."

Liang Wenning jumped and sat on the balcony of the lounge, looking sideways at the sunlight outside the window, he was in a particularly good mood: "I have always been very serious, and I will give you a surprise gift very seriously."

Song Mengsheng took down the phone defensively and put it to his mouth: "Could it be that you sent gifts to the studio again? I warn you not to mess around!"

Liang Wenning howled aggrieved twice: "Look at what you think of me! Didn't you just open an online shopping mall recently? Go and have a look!"

Song Mengsheng put the phone aside, and tapped the keyboard with both hands: "What do you want me to see? No, why are all the products I just put on the shelves sold out?"

"Maybe the product is so beautiful, everyone likes it very much! As for the gift I mentioned, it is actually to celebrate the successful opening of your mall and send you a large bouquet of flowers!" Liang Wenning paused for a moment, then said with a smile come out.

Song Mengsheng rolled his eyes angrily: "So it's just flowers, what did you think it was!"

Having said that, Song Mengsheng was busy packing up the jewelry design works in the mall and mailing them out according to the above address.

Unexpectedly, all the addresses in it are the same workshop.

She was quite puzzled, who was so rich and bought so many things...

Until I saw the news of Liang Wenning's concert, all the jewelry matching the out-of-town performances came from the online mall, and I instantly understood...

"There is really nothing to do with this person." Song Mengsheng notified the PR department early on, fearing that Liang Wenning's purchase of all the goods in the mall would be accidentally exposed, and secretly watched every move of the gossip news on the Internet.