This skirt seems to be tailor-made for Gong Ji. The lotus lotus skirt is made of tulle chiffon fabric, and the petal edges on her chest set off her soft face, which is as soft as a morning mist on her body, reflecting her jade skin like snow, transparent and beautiful.

"Isn't it pretty?" Gong Ji triumphantly spun around in front of Los Angeles, like a fairy who came out of the snow and fog and did not eat the world.

Luo Cheng's eyes straightened, and it took him a long time to find his voice, and he coughed lightly and replied: "So-so, barely passing, it's a waste on you, take it off." ”

You can't let this woman dress like this to go outside to attract bees and butterflies. She is usually very bad, and if she dresses up like this, how can other women live?

"Is this still called barely passing?" Gong Ji was very dissatisfied.

She looked in the mirror, and she looked so good, thinking that when she saw this dress on TV, she salivated to death. It's still a global limited edition, and she never dreamed she'd be able to wear it one day.

"This skirt is reserved for my woman, and you are not my woman, take it off. "L.A. has a plan. Clear-eyed people can also see that Gong Ji likes this lotus morning mist very much, if she uses it as bait, will this woman marry him for a skirt when she is crazy about gain and loss?

"You bought it for me, I wore it just right, and I didn't take it off. Gong Ji reluctantly touched the petals on her chest, she really liked it.

"You're a robber, aren't you? If you want, you can do it, I'll cut my love, 10 million, you take it! If you can't take it out, you can take it off for me." Los Angeles sneered.

"Why don't you grab it?! Even if it's out of print, it's worth 100,000. Gong Ji glared at Luo Cheng angrily.

"It's my engagement gift to my wife, haven't you heard that love is priceless? Give you three minutes to take it off for me!"

"Take it off, what's the big deal. Gong Ji took another skirt casually and went to the changing room to change out of the long skirt.

She didn't care about what she was wearing, but this was indeed her favorite, stingy stinky man.

Gong Ji was ruthless, threw down her skirt, and walked out of the bedroom.

"I'll just say, you might as well marry me, you marry me, the lotus morning mist is yours, that one is out of print, you can't buy it with money. Los Angeles then followed, taking the opportunity to instigate.

Gong Ji glanced at Luocheng coldly and took the lead out of Luo's house.

Los Angeles followed suit, and he was about to continue lobbying, when suddenly a group of reporters appeared and took pictures of him and Gong Ji.

Luo Cheng frowned slightly, and glanced coldly at the reporters in front of him.

"I heard that Mr. Luo and Tang Shao's fiancée lived alone in Luo's house last night, are Mr. Luo and the reporter of the palace still in love? If this is the case, will the wedding of Mr. Luo and Miss Tang be held as scheduled?" The reporter threw out a series of questions.

Luo Cheng and Gong Ji glanced at each other, who was the person who spread the news? Could it be that someone was following him or Gong Ji? It stands to reason that this person should not be Tang Shaobai.

If it weren't for Tang Shaobai, who would it be?