Mr. President, block me [Entertainment]

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Gu Mengmeng was very happy to hear that.

"Then I'm going back," she said.

"... Mengmeng."

Song Zhishui hesitated for a while, but still said: "You...don't go back, you go home alone, you are playing or something, I really can't let it go."

"Then what should we do?" Gu Mengmeng didn't understand what she meant.

"You sleep with me."

After saying this, she inexplicably felt a little ashamed, but she continued: "My bed is very big...it can accommodate you."

"Spare clothes, toiletries, etc., Tang Yun has prepared them for me in advance."

Song Zhishui couldn't help admiring his secretary, like a prophet who thought of everything for her.

"OK."

When Gu Mengmeng turned into a cat at home, didn't she just sleep with Song Zhishui.

Therefore, she didn't have any psychological pressure at all, and agreed with carelessness.

Song Zhishui: "..."

She suddenly missed her little cat.

When the two sneaked back to the ward, Song Zhishui asked her: "I'm not at home recently, how is the kitten at home, does it show... the expression that it misses me?"

After she finished speaking, she regretted it. After all, even she didn't know whether the kitten's face would become more fluffy or the beard would stand out more when Qiuqiu missed someone.

"She misses you very much."

Gu Mengmeng immediately answered her question, "But I told her that you are sick, for your health's sake, she decided to stay at home obediently during this time, and wait for you to come back safely."

Song Zhishui was amused by what she said, and handed her the clothes, "Go take a bath."

"Um."

She watched Gu Mengmeng hugging her clothes and entering the bathroom.

The sound of splashing water soon resounded.

Song Zhishui returned to the bed, called Zhu Zhu, and asked her about her dance moves.

Zhu Zhu was also taken aback when she heard that, "No way, the movements should be like this... I thought of one thing, when I was going back this afternoon, I seemed to see that Ouyang Xue had a new dance teacher... Maybe Are you re-teaching her another set of moves?"

"If Ouyang Xue is really playing such a small trick."

Song Zhishui's tone became cold, "I know what she wants to do. When the dance scene is filmed, the director will find that Mengmeng's movements are wrong and get angry at her. Because time is tight, she has no time to learn new dances, so she has to perfunctory finish the scene.

When Ouyang Xue takes pictures of this later, she will definitely dance very well.As soon as the TV series aired, the entertainment news and drafts of Lata definitely occupied most of the gossip section. "

Zhu Zhu was also angry, "Ouyang Xue is too bad, how could he design such a pit for Mengmeng to jump in!"

"Fortunately, Mengmeng came to me and danced this dance to me, otherwise I wouldn't have noticed this problem."

"and many more."

Zhu Zhu grasped the key point: "Mr. Song, you said that Mengmeng came to you and danced to you...she won't be by your side now, she won't want to be with you..."

Song Zhishui hung up the phone with a guilty conscience.

She was just worried that something would happen to Gu Mengmeng when she came home at night, it was just the concern of the boss for the subordinates, the love of the elders for the younger generation...

Distraught, Song Zhishui carried the computer to the bed and dealt with various emails reporting to her.

When Gu Mengmeng came out of the bathroom, Song Zhishui saw that she was wearing her own clothes, her little face was pink from the steam.

Her frame is much smaller than her own, so the clothes fit very loosely, like a child stealing an adult's clothes.

"When I took a shower, I brushed my teeth and washed my face."

Gu Mengmeng walked over, her wet hair was sticking to the back of her head, Song Zhishui hurriedly turned off the computer with a "snap", "I'll get you a blower."

"You have to be nice to the computer."

Gu Mengmeng saw that her behavior was a little rough, and said: "The computer is busy with you every day, if you don't tell it that you have worked hard, you should at least close the computer gently."

Song Zhishui: "..." What kind of logic is this?

She found the electric blower and handed it to her: "Should I also say thank you to the blower? After all, it can't stand the heat on such a hot day, and it wants to heat itself to blow our hair?"

"Of course."

Gu Mengmeng took the blower, thanked it really, and then started to blow her hair.

There are no blowers on her planet.

Song Zhishui: "..." Should I say that he is full of childlike innocence or stupid.

She picked up "The Little Prince" and lay on the bed to read. After Gu Mengmeng finished her hair and lifted the quilt to come up, she obviously felt a little out of breath.

What Gu Mengmeng is using now is her body wash, but she can still smell her own, special fragrance from this familiar smell.

"It hurts."

After taking a bath, Gu Mengmeng relaxed her muscles, and when she really started to lie down, she felt pain everywhere.

Song Zhishui frowned, "Do you want me to massage you?"

"No." Gu Mengmeng said immediately.

She hurts everywhere, which means that Song Zhishui has to press everywhere, and she will work too hard.

Gu Mengmeng wanted to spoil Song Zhishui, how could she be tired?

What Song Zhishui thought was, because Mengmeng's whole body was sore, if she pressed it all over, wouldn't she touch the girl all over her body?

Fortunately, Gu Mengmeng immediately refused, otherwise she would really be asked to do this...

My God, maternal love has deteriorated.

Song Zhishui put down the book, blushing and wanted to lie down, "Then let's go to sleep."

"no."

Gu Mengmeng refused: "You want to continue reading "The Little Prince" to me, I want to know what happened to the little prince later."

...I don't know if the girl came to see her because of her or because of this story?

The jealousy that stirred up waves in Song Zhishui's heart was quickly suppressed by her as if nothing had happened.

She started to read to Gu Mengmeng.

In the ward, the headlights had already been turned off, and Song Zhishui deliberately dimmed the small lamp that Tang Yun bought on the bed.

She sat up a little bit, holding the book and reading softly.

Gu Mengmeng lay quietly on the bed, watching her profile illuminated softly and gently by the light, her eyelids gradually drooped.

"What a lovely rose."

Song Zhishui heard Gu Mengmeng talking in a daze.

"Yeah." She smiled, "I think she's cute too."

"I think this rose looks a little like you..."

Have it?

Song Zhishui looked at the little rose in the book: Amy, arrogant, coquettish, and making up nonsense to the little prince...

She is no rose.

"Then you are the little prince?" she asked jokingly.

Gu Mengmeng couldn't open her eyes anymore.

However, she replied: "I am not, but this story is true, and the little prince did come to this planet."

It was as if she had been to Blue Star before.

Song Zhishui put down the book and secretly looked at Gu Mengmeng's little face.

Gu Mengmeng had already fallen asleep.

"I believe you."

Song Zhishui whispered to her: "I believe this fairy tale is true."

Children's happiness and laughter are real, as are their imaginations and playfulness.

Gu Mengmeng is a young adult with a childlike innocence, and it is rare for her to maintain a childlike innocence and innocence towards the world.