Gilly gently pushed open the door of the lounge, and she saw Gong Ji's half-bright and half-extinguished face. The woman was quiet and graceful, beautiful and very real, very specific, but her face was too pale, and her body exuded a mysterious injury that others could not peep into.

"Hi, did you quarrel with Mr. Luo? There will always be one kind of stumble or another between lovers, just hold each other. Jili said softly, unable to bear to look at Gong Ji's face trapped by love.

When Gong Ji heard this, she looked back and smiled: "I'll go to work, don't worry about me, I'm fine." ”

She slowly walked out of the break room and began to sort out the manuscript.

At noon, Gong Ji had no taste, and went back to the lounge to lie down and rest without eating anything. She slept so drowsy that she slept until half past three in the afternoon. Fortunately, Gilly helped her greet the editor-in-chief, who sympathized with her and told her to go home early to rest.

Gong Ji returned to the Luo Mansion in a daze, and when she entered the house, a feeling of nausea welled up in her throat. She rushed into the bathroom, retched, and then went back to the bedroom to lie down.

Just when Gong Ji was sleeping deeply, the mobile phone rang like a life-destroying talisman.

"Hey, can you take care of your man, can you? Spend all day long drinking outside, where does he leave you as a wife?!" Mi Xiaojia roared on the other end of the phone.

Gong Ji struggled to get up and said in a dumb voice: "Xiaojia, what are you talking about?"

Her mind is very muddy, she can't think normally, and her thinking has to be half a beat slower.

"You can just turn on the TV to know, and the ball surnamed Luo is hugging left and right. Damn stinky man, hooking up all day long, if it were me, I would have left early......"

In Mi Xiaojia's roar, Gong Ji struggled to get up and turned on the TV.

The man on TV was dressed in an off-white suit and wearing Sven's glasses, he hugged one on his left and one on his right, and had a hot fight with two popular idol stars.

Gong Ji's breath was stagnant, and she subconsciously turned off the TV and fell weakly on the sofa.

"Hey, why don't you speak? It's okay?!" Mi Xiaojia asked anxiously when he saw that there was no movement on the other end of the phone.

Gong Ji barely refreshed herself and took a deep breath: "Xiaojia, I, I seem to like him, what should I do?"

I've seen L.A. fight with other women before, but I don't have this terrible sense of indulgence, like the feeling of being submerged in a flood. When did she start to care?

She didn't even know when she fell in love with L.A. Was it the first time they met him, or in their daily bickering, or just the moment when L.A. carried her a few streets on his back......

"You stupid, why do you like him? How can you be like this, you have always been rational and smart, some people are good-looking but can't touch them, they are highly poisonous, and if you touch them, you will die......"

Mi Xiaojia chattered endlessly, wishing to get into Gong Ji's head to see what this woman was thinking.

"He likes to play with everything, with women, with feelings, but I still like him. As soon as I said I liked him, he didn't go home, did he sue me in this way, he didn't want to play with me anymore?!" Gong Ji closed her dry eyes, like choking in her throat.

"If you really like it so much, don't let it go, tie up his person and his heart. Hey, I'm sure you have what it takes. Don't be discouraged yet, maybe the person surnamed Luo also likes you, but I don't know how to face you now!"