On this day, the weather turned cooler, and when Gong Ji got off work, it rained a gentle drizzle.

Gong Ji didn't bring an umbrella and stood downstairs to shelter from the rain, her mobile phone rang suddenly, and the caller ID was Li Zheng.

"Can the young lady take the time to come over?" Li Zheng shouted on the other end of the phone, his voice noisy.

"Tell me something on the phone. Gong Ji frowned and replied.

"Mr. Luo has drunk too much and is drawing a knife, can the young lady persuade him to stabilize Mr. Luo's feelings first?" Li Zheng said loudly.

Gong Ji was slightly stunned, and quickly changed to a rude man's voice: "Gong reporter, you roll over for me, or I'll kill everyone!!" followed by the sound of the phone falling to the ground, and after two minutes, Li Zheng called again, said his address and hung up the phone.

Gong Ji had the illusion of dreaming for a while. It's almost dusk, what kind of wine are you drinking at this time? Is it that Li Zheng and Los Angeles are teaming up to make a joke on her?!

She hesitated for a moment, but finally stopped a taxi and headed for the Los Angeles Hotel.

When Gong Ji arrived, the scene was chaotic, and there were mottled blood stains on the ground.

There was a group of people gossiping around a person, and the people who were surrounded chattered endlessly, saying that they were going to cut down the palace reporters.

"The palace reporter is finally here. When Li Zheng saw Gong Ji appear, he strode forward as if he had been amnestied.

Everyone made way for Li Zheng and Gong Ji to pass by.

Gong Ji looked at the drunken man sitting on the ground, only to see that his ink hair was messy and his shirt was crumpled, like a homeless man living under the overpass.

"What kind of wine is he drinking at this time?" asked Gong Ji puzzled.

Before she could speak, Luo Cheng suddenly grabbed her arm and yelled at her, "The palace reporter is dead!"

"I'm not a palace reporter. Gong Ji only said that Luo Cheng was drunk and wanted to withdraw his hand.

"You're Gong Ji!!" Luo Cheng, who was drunk and hazy, suddenly approached Gong Ji, looked directly into her beautiful eyes, and said word by word.

Gong Ji was stunned for a while, and then he muttered: "Mr. Luo is drunk and admits the wrong person, I am not Gong Ji." "I don't know if this can fool L.A.

Who knew that Luo Cheng suddenly pounced on her, pinched her chin hard, looked left and right, and then said in a dumb voice: "I ......know all the palace reporters who turned to ashes" His face kept approaching Gong Xi, and Gong Xi's head leaned back as much as he could, until Luo Cheng's head leaned weakly on her shoulder and fell asleep.

If Gong Ji was still wondering if Luo Cheng was pretending, when she smelled the strong smell of wine on his body, she believed that this person had indeed drunk a lot.

Li Zhenghe pulled Luo Cheng up from Gong Ji with the strength of everyone, and said with a sigh: "It's still the palace reporter who has a way, and the palace reporter just came, and Mr. Luo fell asleep, and he was shouting to kill everyone before." I've never seen Mr. Luo get drunk like this!"

"Why are you drinking at this time?" asked Gong Ji puzzled.

"It was a new batch of foreign wine from the hotel, Mr. Luo personally tasted the wine, and unconsciously drank too much, and it took two hours to make trouble, and I really had no choice but to find the palace reporter. Li Zheng explained.

Gong Ji glanced at the chaos at the scene, and probably knew that the situation was tragic at that time.

"I went back. Gong Ji glanced at Luocheng, who was carried away, and turned to leave.

As if hearing her voice, Luo Cheng suddenly opened his eyes, pushed everyone away, walked to Gong Ji accurately, grabbed her wrist hard, and shouted in a deep voice: "Without my order, you are not allowed to leave!!"