Gong Ji slept deeply, and when she opened her eyes, she didn't know where she was.

She rolled her eyes blankly, and when she saw the man lying in front of her bed, she froze.

It's strange, is this the vicious bully Los Angeles? She remembered that she had slept soundly, and that she had heard the man say that he would treat her when she was better, but she wondered if she was having nightmares, or if L.A. had actually said something to her.

It seems that you can't get better too quickly, you have to slow down, and you can avoid a catastrophe.

Gong Ji lightly tried to get back into the bed, but Luo Cheng suddenly opened his eyes, and his eagle-like eyes swept towards her and quickly wiped out her bloody face. Of course, Gong Ji was scared.

Luo Cheng saw that Gong Ji's face was as white as paper, he frowned slightly, and wanted to reach out to probe Gong Ji's forehead. Gong Ji thought that Luo Cheng was going to beat her, so she reflexively jumped away.

Her exaggerated evasion made Los Angeles displeased: "What do you mean? Am I a poisonous snake and beast? Do you want to avoid it so exaggeratedly?!"

Gong Ji also found that she was overreacting, she pretended to be uncomfortable and touched her forehead, closed her eyes and said, "I can't open my eyes, sleep for a while." ”

"Eat and go to sleep! Whatever you want to eat, I'll have someone bring it in. Los Angeles stepped forward and twisted the woman who wanted to shrink into the covers, and forcibly pressed her shoulders.

Gong Ji couldn't move, she pursed her pale and dry lips, shook her head and replied, "I don't want to eat, I just want to sleep." "When she falls asleep, she doesn't have to face the wrath of Los Angeles, and if she is asked to do any pole dancing, she would rather jump from the thirteenth floor, and she will be gone.

"If you don't want to eat, you have to eat a little. "Los Angeles called customer service and had food come up.

Gong Ji looked at the dazzling array of food, and suddenly found that she was hungry. But if she moves her chopsticks, Luo Cheng thinks she is sick and wants to torture her, won't she gain more than she loses?

Forget it, let's bear with it.

Gong Ji endured hunger, and the dead duck had a hard mouth: "I can't eat, probably not well, I just want to sleep......"

As she spoke, she slipped into the bed again, and the next moment, L.A. rudely wrung her out.

She's sick like this, and Los Angeles is still so rude to her, if he knows that she's much better, will this man be violent to her again?!

Thinking of the cold-blooded and ruthless thug appearance of Los Angeles before, Gong Xi made up her mind not to let Luo Cheng know that her illness had improved.

"Reporter Gong, whether you eat it yourself or I feed you, you can choose these two paths!" Luo Cheng shouted in a deep voice, and took a bowl of lean porridge.

Gong Ji wanted to eat a lot, so she didn't remember to be hard-mouthed: "But I really can't eat ......"

When Luo Cheng heard her words, he impatiently scooped a spoonful and handed it to her lips, and said in a cold voice: "Whether you eat it yourself, or I use my lips to cross the porridge, you choose!"

Gong Ji didn't dare to have any objections this time, and hurriedly opened her mouth to eat.

Luo Cheng quickly scooped another spoonful and handed it to her lips, Gong Ji wanted to do it herself, she was not used to being fed, and she always felt like a cripple like this.

"Mr. Luo, I'd better do it myself, right?!" Gong Ji said and wanted to take the porridge bowl.

Luo Cheng didn't let go, but just looked at her coldly, and saw Gong Xi's scalp tingling.

She hesitated, retracted her hand and said, "Then it's bothering Mr. Luo." ”

Wouldn't a fierce and wicked man know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, and not be kind to her, a patient who is so sick?