"Qiu Luo always raised his noble hand and let Xiao Jia go. Gong Ji said in a low voice, and did not stubbornly do it in this matter.

Her own dignity is not important at all, what matters is Mi Xiaojia's work. Mi Xiaojia, that woman is so poor that she is poorer, poorer than her. If some Mi Xiaojia were to die on the streets one day, she would feel guilty for the rest of her life.

"I didn't say you begged me, and I'd let her go. It depends on my mood, so far, I'm not in a good mood, so you might as well sing me a pop song. Luo Cheng said, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes.

Gong Ji lowered her face when she heard this.

Pop songs, there are not many pop songs she can sing in her life, but if she doesn't sing them, as soon as Los Angeles is unhappy, Mi Xiaojia will ......

Gong Ji bit her silver teeth, opened her mouth and sang: "Two tigers, two tigers, run fast, run fast......"

Los Angeles opened his eyes in surprise and looked at the palace reporter who was singing "pop songs" seriously. He was in a haze for a day and two nights, and suddenly he flew again.

Gong Ji barely finished singing a song, her little face sneered, and she snorted: "Is this pop song still successful?"

"Singing skills, poor, repertoire, poor, no true feelings, no pleasing to the eye, in short, just bad! Go home today, and then I want to know how to treat you. Seeing that the woman's attitude was not bad, Los Angeles was very merciful and gave each other a step down.

This time it was Gong Ji's turn to be surprised, and she asked puzzledly, "Do you want to sign something like Wen Jiàn when you go back?"

For example, what is a divorce agreement. L.A. and his old lover rekindle their old relationship, it's time for her to become his next cousin, right?

Luo Cheng sneered and asked, "Do you want to sign any documents?"

"Nothing. Don't disturb Mr. Luo's office, I will retire. Gong Ji walked to the door, paused, and asked with a sneer: "Mr. Luo, can you let Xiaojia go back to work first?" She is a little nervous, I am afraid that she will not be able to think about it and choose to make her own decision. ”

"Cut off one less scourge in the world. You're in the mood to worry about her, so it's better to worry about yourself and get out!"

Gong Ji knew that it was useless to say more, so she reluctantly left the editor-in-chief's office.

She leaned against the office door, staring blankly ahead, her eyes unfocused.

Did she make peace with L.A.? L.A. let her go home, was that what it meant?

The trance-like Gong Ji was dragged into the bathroom by Ji Li, and after making sure that no one was eavesdropping at the door, Ji Li asked, "What did you say to Mr. Luo when you went in? Did Mr. Luo embarrass you? Are you okay? Are there any injuries?"

Gilly threw out a series of questions and nervously examined Gong Ji's whole body.

"Where do you want to go? This is not an ancient society, and Mr. Luo is not a violent man, what kind of poison did he do to his employees for no reason? Xiaoli, you are too worried. I'm fine, I'm out doing things. Gong Ji said, getting rid of Gilly, and returning to the desk to think about things.

She always couldn't figure out whether Luocheng asked her to go back to Luo's house to mean that the previous grievances were written off, and she went back with a dead face, and the problem was still not solved.

If there is a disagreement with the first time, will there be a second and a third time, so that later, how will she deal with the conflict between herself and Los Angeles?

At the end of the whole day, Gong Ji was in a trance and a little out of state.