Gong Ji froze, stunned in place, and looked at the man's generous back stupidly. It turns out that just looking at a person's back so closely, there will also be a sour sense of happiness in my heart.

There are not many people she has made friends with in her life, and there are only a handful of people she cares about, but he is the most special one in front of her. It was he who turned her into a woman, giving her a vision and expectation of happiness, and it was he who pushed her into the abyss with his own hands, wandering between life and death twice. It was he who took her out of Yun Haotian's clutches, and it was he who gave her a home and a child of his own.

It was the man in Los Angeles who made her life so complete and full, and it was he who taught her to love and be loved.

As if sensing her gaze, the man with his back slowly turned his head and looked at her. His cloudy gaze was a little blurred, and his pupils were a little dilated, but it was just a glance, and he still recognized her: "Palace reporter ......"

Gong Ji smiled, yes, this awkward man has always liked to call her "Palace Reporter" from beginning to end.

"Why are you drunk for no reason? I'll send you home. Gong Ji stepped forward and was about to ask him if he wanted her to help him, but he consciously put his hand on her shoulders and looked at her directly, as if he was trying to recognize her appearance.

Until his head pressed against her shoulder, he took a deep sip of her taste and said affirmatively: "You are the palace reporter......"

This is the taste of Gong Ji, it can't be other women.

I can't remember how long it had been since I had been so close to this woman, it was as illusory as a dream.

"I'm Gong Ji, I'm here to send you back to Tang Garden. Gong Ji unconsciously softened her voice, her eyes shone like spring, rippling with a touch of bright style.

Luo Cheng looked straight at the pair of beautiful eyes in front of him, and his cloudy eyes gradually cleared: "I thought you ran away again......"

"Didn't I say that I'm old and can't run, Hongcheng is my hometown, and from now on I will take root here until I die here. Gong Ji smiled dumbly.

"As foolish as you say, the palace reporter looks like a blessed woman who will live a hundred years old. Luo Cheng walked out of the bar with Gong Ji, and the moment the cold wind hit his face, his alcohol was washed away a little.

He awkwardly took off his coat and draped it over Gong Ji, intently wrapping her tightly in it. I still remember that she was afraid of cold, and her hands became cold in winter, and there were some things that he always remembered.

Gong Ji stepped forward to stop a taxi, but Luo Cheng was reluctant to get into the car, standing firmly in place, and remained silent. The driver waited impatiently and quickly drove away.

"Why didn't Mr. Luo get on the bus?" asked Gong Ji puzzled.

L.A. was silent and walked aimlessly. Gong Ji followed behind him helplessly, "Where does Mr. Luo want to go?"

Are you drinking too much and don't know what you're doing?

But Los Angeles didn't speak, and walked forward vigorously, not knowing what he wanted.

After walking for more than half an hour, Gong Ji couldn't walk, so she found a place to rest. The man who had been walking forward suddenly became interested again, folded over to her, and stood straight like a pine, and those who didn't know thought he was standing guard.

"Are you really drunk or fake?do you know who you are and where you're going?" Gong asked angrily, thumping her sore calves. I haven't walked such a long distance for too long, and I'm so tired that I can't do it, why don't I sit on the transportation and suffer from walking?