Gong Ji buried her head and rushed forward, rushed a few steps, she turned her head and glared at Luo Cheng fiercely, and when she saw Luo Cheng's face, she sulked again. The man who only knows how to block her gets angry when he sees it.

Luo Cheng followed closely behind Gong Ji, and persuaded bitterly: "Gong reporter, good men are everywhere, and it is better to pick any one than the object of your blind date." I really think about you, so I advise you not to go on blind dates so often, so that it seems that you are a very unnoble woman, as if you hate to marry......"

"You're really right, I just hate to marry, and I want to marry someone to death. Thanks to your reminder today, my dad still has a little bit of a background, maybe my dad can help me. Gong Ji's red lips made a treacherous arc, and her beautiful eyes were half-narrowed.

Luo Cheng saw it in his eyes, and the alarm bell sounded in his heart, and he felt very bad: "What do you want to do?!"

"I don't know, maybe my dad can tell me what to do. Gong Ji replied with a smile, and suddenly she was not angry at all.

She glanced at the nervous Los Angeles, then dialed Qi Ao's phone, deliberately pressed the listening button, and then went straight to the point: "Dad, the blind date you picked for me is too ordinary." Dad knows a lot of young talents, and I don't need the other party to be honest and loyal, as long as they are excellent, funny, and know how to please me, I will consider the other party. Why don't you do this, help me prepare a dinner party as soon as possible, find more excellent men to attend, I can pick slowly, how about Dad?"

Qi Ao on the other end of the phone was surprised and delighted when he heard this, and promised that he would be able to find all kinds of men on Saturday night, and he would be able to do it without showing any traces, so that he would not be too embarrassed.

At that time, as long as it is the one Gong Ji likes, even if he uses a tie, he will force the other party to marry Gong Ji.

Gong Ji hung up the phone with satisfaction, she looked at Luo Cheng, who was petrified in the same place, and said, "Mr. Luo, do you still have any opinions now?"

Los Angeles shook his head, shook his head again, and felt uncomfortable.

"Can I go to the blind date dinner too?" he asked, after a long pause, recovering his voice.

"I'm afraid that before you walk to the door, you will be cut into ten or eight pieces by my father's people and roasted into smoked meat. Gong Ji said and stopped a taxi.

She had just gotten into the taxi when L.A. came in and huddled with her.

"Gong reporter, you have to be responsible for your own life, and your negative behavior will only make you suffer. Stop playing, okay?" Luo Cheng squeezed towards Gong Ji, Gong Ji desperately squeezed into the corner, he desperately squeezed Gong Ji, until Gong Ji squeezed to the point that he couldn't move his position anymore, and Luo Cheng was satisfied.

"I hate to marry, I am anxious to get married, even if I don't marry well in the future, it is my own business, what does it have to do with you, Mr. Luo? Besides, the other party doesn't dare to treat me badly, I'm black--Miss, who treats me badly, my father will clean him up, what am I afraid of?" Gong Ji couldn't move his position anymore, so he simply sat upright and replied with a proud attitude.

"Look, that's what's wrong with you. You are so old, and you are still so naïve, you even want your father to decide the marriage, and you don't have any opinions. It's a ......shame that you're still a reporter," Los Angeles chattered and persuaded Gong Ji a bunch more.

Gong Ji was silent, pretending not to hear, Luo Cheng said with a dry mouth, and in the end he couldn't convince Gong Ji, so he could only watch the woman walk away from his sight and return to the small apartment.