Gong Ji was busy talking, and there was a smile on her face that couldn't be hidden.

Her blushing little face was as bright as a peach, and her beautiful eyes were as bright as fire because of excitement.

At this moment, she completely forgot that there was still a person in Los Angeles.

Seeing that he was completely ignored, Luo Cheng's eyes sank, and he lifted his lips indifferently: "Gong reporter, if I remember correctly, I am the largest shareholder of West Island Resort." ”

When Gong Ji heard this, she looked back and smiled: "Okay, then I will invite Mr. Luo to have a big meal." ”

With that, she took another sip of her cocktail, unaware of her weakness, and spoke a little louder.

"Gong reporter, you are drunk. Luo Cheng looked at the woman with a crimson face, and at a glance he knew that this woman had drunk too much. She usually speaks softly, and has never tried to speak so loudly.

"What's the matter, I haven't been drinking, how, how can I get drunk?" Gong Ji waved his slender hand in the direction of Los Angeles, took the cocktail glass, and raised his head to take a sip.

Luo Cheng didn't want to pay attention to this woman, but when he saw her drunken appearance, he knew that she had indeed drunk a little more, and even knotted her when she spoke, is this still called drunk?

If she continues to drink, she may explain her ancestors to the world for eighteen generations.

Gong Ji wanted to drink again, but Luo Cheng grabbed her wrist, snatched the wine glass from her hand, and said word by word: "The palace reporter is drunk!"

"Who said I was drunk?" Gong Ji murmured coquettishly, her vision a little blurry. She subconsciously wanted to grab the glass, but she couldn't reach it.

"Los Angeles, don't be like this, the palace reporters are massive, and it's okay to drink a few bottles of such a cocktail. Let her drink a little more, no problem. An Ran looked anxious on the side, and wanted to step forward to help Gong Ji and let her drink a little more.

If he drinks too much to let him do whatever he wants, if he can roll the sheets with her while she is drunk, Gong Ji will definitely be fascinated by his body, and he will never be able to do without him again.

His wishful thinking is very loud, and he can implement it just by waiting for Gong Ji to get drunk, and he likes to sing against him when he is born.

"That's, yes, massively. Gong Ji, who was lying on the bar, answered approvingly.

Her alcohol consumption is okay, Mi Xiaojia said so.

Yes, she was going to call Mi Xiaojia and tell her that she would have a considerable commission.

She barely bothered herself, her head leaning over her handbag, her eyes wide and rummaging through her phone.

The three men couldn't understand what Gong Ji was going to do, they only saw Gong Ji's little head almost burrowing into her handbag. I saw her touch it for a few minutes, and finally took out her mobile phone from inside.

The three men watched hard from the sidelines, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this.

"I'm going to call Xiao Jia and tell her that I got the advertisement and invite her to a big dinner then. Gong Ji muttered to herself, struggling to find Mi Xiaojia's phone number on her phone.

Her beautiful eyes widened, and when she saw the words "Mr. Beast", she shook her head and said, "It's not Mr. Beast's lust-erotic maniacs and bullies, her name is Millet Worm." ”

"Who is Mr. Beast?" An Ran was confused as he listened.

L.A. City's eyebrows jumped, and he roughly knew what the lust-mad and bully Mr. Beast was referring to.

I didn't expect this dead woman who didn't drink to think so highly of him.

Gong Ji searched for a while before she finally found the "millet worm", she dialed it, and the phone was quickly connected, it was Mi Xiaojia's angry voice: "The surname is Gong, what's wrong?!"