Gong Ji turned her eyes to look at the fleeting beautiful night scene outside the car window, and there was an indescribable sadness that enveloped her whole body, almost wanting to indulge her.

One day, if she separates from Los Angeles and meets on the street by chance, will she be as open-minded as this song? She felt that she couldn't do it, and if she couldn't be a lover, she definitely couldn't be a friend.

L.A. is also listening to the song carefully, imagining that one day when the woman next to him is separated from him, one day after many years, they will meet again on a strange street corner, and they will be able to laugh it off.

His gaze was fixed on Gong Xi's beautiful face, and he asked in a dumb voice, "Gong reporter, what are you thinking?"

Gong Ji fixed his gaze from the night scene outside the window, looked back and smiled lightly: "Mr. Luo, I found that I like you a lot." ”

This man is very likable at some times, he has a pleasing face, and he also has pleasing wealth, except for his group of unlikable little threes, little fours, little fives, and he likes them all. She liked the warmth of the time when he carried her a few streets on his back, as if he had found a port of anchorage when he had never been able to get to shore.

She was afraid that she would not have time to say something, so when she had the courage now, she would tell the person she liked that she liked.

Luo Cheng was stunned when he heard this, and suddenly he didn't know how to answer. Does he want to reply to this woman, in fact, he also likes her very much, and likes the fun when he gets along with her.

It's just that, after all, he didn't say anything.

Luocheng's embarrassment, Gong Ji saw it in her eyes, she was groggy and sleepy, secretly wondering why it was so difficult to find someone in this world who she liked and that person liked her.

As if dreaming and waking up, the bits and pieces after meeting Los Angeles flashed in front of Gong Ji like a marquee, where there were all kinds of expressions and body language in Los Angeles, just like yesterday, clearly visible.

Gong Ji opened her eyes from the dream, and looked at her and the big bed of Los Angeles for the first time. There was no L.A. figure on the bed =, as if she was the only one sleeping on this bed all night-.

Maybe it was her sudden "like" last night that bothered Los Angeles?

Her eyes were fixed on the silver ring on her fingertips, and even though it was the cheapest ring in the world, she liked it because it was the first gift from L.A. to her.

Gong Ji struggled out of bed, washed up in a daze, and sat back again, before going to work at the magazine.

"Sister, what do you have in your hand? Could it be that Mr. Luo proposed to you?!" Gong Ji was seated, and Jili, who loved to gossip and inquired, approached her and asked curiously.

Gong Ji raised her eyes and shook her head: "Where do you want to go?"

"What's wrong with you girl? your face is very ugly, isn't there something wrong?"

"Probably I didn't sleep well, I'll go take a break, if the editor-in-chief looks for me, remember to call me. Gong Ji said and hid in the narrow lounge.

In fact, she also felt that she was a little wrong this time. My chest was stuffy, as if I was going to be sick, but I was weak and just wanted to sleep.

Gong Ji wanted to lie down and sleep once, but she couldn't sleep after tossing and turning. She simply got up, stood in front of the small square window, and looked at the hazy sky outside the window, where it was like a layer of gray, and the fog was not real......