When she woke up the next morning, Gong Ji found that Los Angeles had not returned all night.

With the experience of the previous time, she opened the morning newspaper and saw the high-spirited Los Angeles on the entertainment news, her husband in the legal sense. She had never paid attention to such news before, but now she has developed such a bad habit.

Once upon a time, she opened the newspaper and flipped through such entertainment headlines, but she never paid attention to who the characters on it were.

At this moment, she remembered, it was also this charming face that showed her face in the newspaper. It's a pity that she doesn't have a good memory, and she forgets these characters that have nothing to do with her life at a glance.

Today, I suddenly remembered that I had seen the same man's face in such a familiar place at some point and now.

When he stared at him so intently, the woman who was stared at must be very happy, and the cold snow in the newspaper was a sweet and coquettish expression.

Gong Ji took a deep look at the men and women who looked at each other sweetly in the newspaper, she threw down the newspaper, and hurried out of the house to the magazine.

"Hi, you're finally here, do you know how long I've been waiting for you?" Gong Hi had just entered the magazine office when she was pulled into the bathroom by Jili.

"It's work time, you make a long story short. Gong Ji had expected Gilly's death, and she was not surprised.

Jiley stuffed the morning newspaper into Gong Ji's hand, and the morning newspaper flipped through the entertainment headlines, which was the sweet scene of Los Angeles and Leng Xue hugging each other.

"Mr. Luo and Miss Leng look like a good match. Gong Ji smiled lightly, made such a conclusion, and stuffed the newspaper back into Gilly's hand.

"I know what's going on between you and Mr. Luo, and now it's like this, why can't you sue me? I thought we were friends!" said Gilly anxiously.

Gong Ji pursed her lips and smiled: "How many times do you want me to say that you believe that I and Mr. Luo are not emotionally entangled?" Yes, it's just a legal bondage. In addition, L.A. is a free individual, he can spend time outside, but she is just a tool for him to pass the time in his spare time.

She was his little slave girl, and what he called the little wood. She was a little sad because she couldn't keep her husband's body and mind, because she wasn't good enough to blame others.

Since marrying Los Angeles, she hasn't thought about learning more about Los Angeles. There are so many things she doesn't understand, she didn't want to understand them before, but now she can't understand them.

Even if L.A. cheats, he can find a good reason, doesn't he?

"You didn't lie to me?" asked Gilly, incredulous, carefully examining Gong Ji's expression.

"Lie to you that you're a puppy. I'm out at work, and I've been having a bunch of troubles lately, and I'm hoping to shift my focus to work as much as possible. Gong Ji said and walked out of the bathroom to start a busy day.

She was busy until noon only to find that the editor-in-chief had returned to work and that L.A. had returned to her own world.

As for Mi Xiaojia, the woman happily called her, saying that not only was she not fired, but her salary was raised, and she said that she would be invited to dinner in the evening to celebrate keeping her job.

She didn't dare to say yes, and when it was almost time to get off work, she called Los Angeles.

L.A. didn't answer the phone.

Gong Ji couldn't bear to see Mi Xiaojia disappointed, and finally decided to celebrate with her.

When I went to the celebration site, there were no surprises.

Mi Xiaojia prepared two cans of beer, prepared some quick snacks, and prepared some snacks.