Gong Ji was silent, her eyes passed through the space, looking at the man who was laughing with everyone. As if sensing her gaze, Los Angeles, who was talking to everyone, looked at her, and her gaze met in the air.

Luo Cheng made an excuse at random, walked to Gong Ji with elegant steps, grabbed her slender waist as a matter of course, looked at Leng Xue and asked, "Miss Leng shouldn't be speaking ill of me in front of my wife, right?"

Leng Xue heard the word "wife", and her beautiful eyes flashed a little surprised.

She didn't expect that Luo Cheng would call Gong Ji his wife.

Gong Ji herself was a little incomprehensible, the word "wife" came out of Luo Cheng's mouth, and it was a little weird to hear it.

It's just uncomfortable anyway. It's not that it's a lie, but that like Los Angeles, he has always called her a palace reporter, and suddenly called her "wife", she is very unaccustomed to it.

Leng Xue came back to her senses and said with a smile: "I praised Luo Shao in front of the palace reporters. also told sù that she should hold on to Luo Shao firmly, otherwise, Luo Shao would be snatched away by other women by accident. ”

"My heart rests in a place where the palace reporter can see, and not everyone can take it lightly. Luo Cheng replied lightly, lowering his eyes to look at the quieter woman in his arms, "Isn't the dinner party fun?"

"It's not interesting. Gong Ji replied noncommittally, her little head snuggled into Luo Cheng's arms, and she whispered.

"Well, let's leave the dinner party and go out to talk about love and have fun by the way. Luo Cheng said and dragged Gong Ji's hand, walked through the crowd, and went out of the dinner.

Gong Ji thought that Luo Cheng was just joking, and didn't take his words to heart.

But when he took her to a quiet French restaurant, she learned that there were other shows in Los Angeles. The dinner party is far more than a dish, and the real show is yet to come.

There are no guests in the French restaurant, and the streets are full of stars, coupled with the dim and light lights, which makes Gong Ji have the illusion of being in a sea of illusory flowers.

Under the leadership of the waiter, Gong Ji sat down at the table, and Luo Cheng disappeared without knowing when.

It wasn't until the light in the center of the stage hit a man that Gong Ji found that the person she was looking for was in the center of the stage.

The beautiful piano music that flowed from the man's slender fingertips was familiar, and although she didn't play the piano, she knew that it was called "Dream Wedding".

She prefers another translation of it, "Marriage Based on Love".

Whether it was a coincidence or an accident, L.A. played such a tune.

Listening to it made her feel very heartwarming, but she felt a little sad inexplicably.

When the song was finished, Luo Cheng went to Gong Xi, held a lotus that had not yet bloomed, and handed it to her.

Gong Ji took it and opened her lips in a dumb voice: "It's beautiful." ”

How nice would it be if her marriage to Los Angeles could be like this flower language of the lotus plant?

"Do you like it?" asked Luo Cheng softly, looking intently at Gong Xi's misty beautiful eyes.

Gong Ji nodded vigorously: "I like the song, and I like Dilian too, this is the first time I know that someone sent flowers to Dilian." ”

In my impression, men give women flowers to give roses that represent love, but Los Angeles sends a husband and wife who represent the love of the husband and wife, which makes her surprised and delighted.

"And the lotus has just budded, and there are still some days before it blooms, you have to take care of it, don't let it thank you too early. Luo Cheng said and sat down next to Gong Ji, and then let the food be served.