After Gong Ji finished speaking, she naturally retracted her head, put everything back in its place, and finally hid in the bed.

She had just finished a series of movements, and someone pushed the door in, which was Los Angeles in a hurry.

He stepped forward one by one, rudely picked up the woman who had just gotten into the bed and asked, "Is there something uncomfortable?"

Seeing that he seemed to care about her, Gong Ji felt a little guilty, and she shook her head, not wanting to lie.

"I haven't played you enough, you can't die, who will I go home to play if you die?!" Luo Cheng's next sentence made Gong Ji's guilt just now disappear.

"Don't worry, I can't die yet, I'm just a little dizzy, I want to go out to breathe, it's no big deal, I'm still resting in the guest room. By the way, what about An Shao?" Gong Ji changed the topic without a trace, of course, she also deliberately mentioned An Ran, just to stimulate the bad embryo of Los Angeles.

Play and play, you know how to play all day long, and she has times when she is unwilling to be played.

"You check me in the future, let me know that you cuckold me, you look good!" Luo Cheng's face swept away the previous warmth, only cold.

He glanced coldly at Gong Ji, who was silent, and quickly threw the door away.

Gong Ji was stunned for a while, standing in front of the window and looking at the blue sky, her mind drifting to somewhere.

The scenery outside is very good, it is rare to come to a leisure resort like West Island Resort, she does not want to waste all her time on sadness, she would rather go outside to bask in the sun and feel the warmth from nature.

She went out of the room, and two men in black blocked her way at the same time: "Luo always has an order, the palace reporter has not recovered from his illness, and it is not appropriate to go out to blow the cold wind." ”

"It's summer, there's no cold wind. Gong Ji reminded with a faint smile, not wanting to return in vain.

"Don't make it difficult for us to do it. Mr. Luo gave an order, and without Mr. Luo's permission, the palace reporter could not go out. One of the men in black replied.

"I can't get out, and people from outside can't get in, can I?" Gong asked sneeringly.

The two men in black were stunned at the same time, they looked at each other and were silent.

Seeing this, Gong Ji knew that she had guessed correctly. Los Angeles used her illness as an excuse to prevent her from dealing with people outside, in fact, it was a disguised way to isolate her from the crowd.

She turned back to her room and collapsed on the bed, unable to sleep even if she wanted to. I don't know what L.A. plans to do next, so I can't leave the resort and let her stay at home all day and force her to be isolated, right?

She felt that this was like a perverted thing that Los Angeles would do, and she had to find a way to probe the tone of Los Angeles.

Gong Ji found the phone, but was frustrated to find that the phone battery had been removed.

She frowned slightly, unwilling, and then walked to the landline and picked up the phone, only to find that the phone had no current. Damn, she couldn't reach anyone.

Gong Ji watched TV for a while with nothing to do, and was really bored, so she went to the window to look.

It's a bit of a distance from the next room, and it's very difficult to climb over. If you climb down from the thirteenth floor, there is a high chance of stumbling. It seemed that she had no way out but to sit in her room and wait.

Gong Ji was really angry, and let out a scream of "ah".

The man in black responded and rushed to Gong Ji, who was screaming with his head in his arms, and asked, "Is there anything uncomfortable with the palace reporter?"

"I have a splitting headache, I'm going to die!" Gong Ji hugged her head and returned to the bed, and then hid under the covers, not believing that Luo Cheng would not come to take a look.