"It's too late for me to hate the surname Mi, how can I like her?" An Ran looked innocent.

He couldn't figure out why Luo Cheng and Gong Ji breathed out from one nostril, thinking that he had a leg with Mi Xiaojia. Even if Mi Xiaojia threw himself into his arms, it was impossible for him to have the slightest thought about the surname Mi.

"If you don't like it, it's best, stay away from Mi Xiaojia in the future. Luo Cheng said and went to the bedroom door, filled his face with a smile, and said in a good voice: "Gong reporter, open the door, I have already taught An Ran a lesson, and he swore to me not to provoke Mi Xiaojia......"

An Ran looked at Luo Cheng coldly and sang to himself, how could he swear anything? The surnamed Luo did everything to please Gong Ji, and actually used him as a fuss.

"I can't help but stay away from her, she's not just my personal secretary, she lives under the same roof as me, and I don't see her when I look up. Because of that dead woman, it's been a long time since I've tasted warm nephrite in my arms. An Ran leaned against the wall and sighed and complained to Los Angeles.

It's a miracle that a playboy like him who likes flowers doesn't have a girlfriend for a day, and he hasn't been in Gentle Country for months, which is very abnormal.

Luo Cheng pretended not to hear Enron's complaints, continued to knock on the door, and said in a good voice: "Honey, open the door, can't I be wrong......?

An Ran, who was sighing and sighing, laughed out loud when he heard the words, and it was hard to imagine the spectacular scene of Los Angeles kneeling on the washboard.

Gong reporter is a woman, how can she play such a trick with Los Angeles?

At this moment, the bedroom door suddenly opened, revealing Gong Ji's delicate little face.

She looked at Los Angeles suspiciously, and lifted her lips coldly: "Are you sure you kneel on the washboard and admit your mistake?!"

Luo Cheng nodded thoughtfully: "Yes, but we don't have a washboard at home, so we don't need to kneel!"

"There are no washboards, there are other tools, just replace them. Gong Ji squinted and smiled as she spoke, laughing so hard that Luo Cheng's heart hung in the air.

Wouldn't you, do you really want to punish him for kneeling?!" A cold sweat broke out on Luo Cheng's cheeks, and he suddenly felt that this home was not a place for people. The family law is too strict, and the woman is too powerful.

"Los Angeles, you're dead!" An Ran gloated on the sidelines, cocking Erlang's legs to watch the excitement, waiting to see Los Angeles be punished.

Gong Ji waved her hand and pointed to the stone steps at the entrance of the hall: "Go and kneel, it's more comfortable there than kneeling on a washboard." ”

Luo Cheng glanced at the stone steps, and then at the palace with a small face, and said, "I'm sure the palace reporter is joking!"

Gong Ji looked at Luo Cheng coldly, and he didn't squeak, fine sweat oozed from Luo Cheng's forehead again, and finally the woman threw down a sentence lightly: "The most unreliable animal in the world is a man!"

With that, she went back to her bedroom and slammed the door shut-----

Los Angeles complained bitterly, blaming himself for making the woman angry. The most infuriating thing is the playboy who is laughing and trembling on the side, he is in pain, which obviously makes An Ran very excited.

"L.A., you have today!!" An Ran's long legs rested on the coffee table, like a big man: "Go make lunch, I'm hungry." ”

Luo Cheng sat on the sofa for a long time before raising his eyebrows: "That's right, when the palace reporter is always hungry, she must come out for lunch, I will cook, I must make a hearty lunch." ”

After he finished speaking, he rushed into the kitchen and looked at Luo Cheng's back in amazement......