"Gong reporter, don't thank you much?" the editor-in-chief smiled from ear to ear, and hurriedly kicked the pestle on the side of the palace concubine who was in a petrified state.

Los Angeles never accepts interviews from magazines, and this time it was a rare opportunity to make a request.

Originally, their magazine was an inconspicuous small magazine under the Luo's, and it never had a chance to get ahead. If there is Los Angeles as the cover character this time, it will be difficult to sell it big, right?

Maybe he can make a great contribution to this, get out of the magazine, get promoted and make a fortune.

"Editor-in-chief, don't I still have a few interviews in hand? Can you change someone?" Gong Ji looked at the editor-in-chief in embarrassment, she didn't want to deal with the chameleon and old fox of Los Angeles.

She is most afraid of interviewing Los Angeles, and she will be devastated by Los Angeles again.

The editor-in-chief looked at Los Angeles for the first time, only to see that their prince looked unpredictable, his thin lips were lightly pursed, and the tight jaw line proved that the prince did not like to be rejected.

He kicked Gong Ji's calf and put on the shelf of the editor-in-chief: "The prince is looking up to you so he asks you to interview by name, this is the holy decree, don't say no!"

Gong Ji still wanted to speak, but when she received a seemingly harmless but murderous look from Luo Cheng, she finally chose to shut up.

Forget it, the official is big, and a word can crush her to death, and the more she struggles to the death, the more she will lose face in Luocheng. And this man must be very face-loving.

"That's what the editor-in-chief said. Gong Ji muttered, not daring to have any more objections.

Luo Cheng nodded with satisfaction, glanced at Gong Ji with a slanted face, and a charming smile bloomed on his tense handsome face. He swept over all the women present one by one, only to see a nymphomaniac looking at him, with red stars in his eyes, better than the little wife he had just married home, at least let him know that he was still the heartthrob Luo Shao.

Los Angeles patrolled the magazine office, and Gong Ji accompanied him like a little palace maid. Luo Cheng also touched her in front of everyone, touching her hair from time to time, or touching her face, and sometimes even putting it on her shoulder.

After tossing for two hours, just when Gong Ji was about to lose it, Luo Cheng finally left the magazine office with great compassion.

As soon as he left, all the members of the magazine gathered around the palace.

The speed of the big broadcast Ji Li was the fastest, and she pulled Gong Ji for the first time and said, "Good guy, I really can't see it, I can actually attract Luo Shao's attention with such a shape." Luo Shao, that is the prince whom all the women in the city want to marry, the most famous rich second generation in the city! Just by being looked at by him, he will die of happiness. ”

Gilly's exaggerated words made Gong Ji laugh. If Gilly knew that she and L.A. were newlyweds, I don't know what Gilly's expression would be. If this matter is poked out, she is afraid that she will not want to mix in the magazine in the future, right?

"Xiaoli, is Luo Shao famous?" asked Gong Ji puzzled.

As soon as she said this, everyone glared at her with the eyes of a monster, and another scathing reporter, Xie Sihan, said sarcastically: "Gong Xi, you pretend to be pure in front of Los Angeles, and there is no need to act in front of us people." As a Hongcheng person, if you don't know Luo Shao's name, it's very fake, and I don't believe it if I am killed!"

Gilly interjected: "Why are you talking so ugly? My family is just simple, I don't like to read gossip news, I don't know what's strange?"