Gong Ji slandered Luo Cheng, and did not forget to pretend to cough a few times halfway, indicating that he was not well yet. The reason why she drank porridge just now was completely forced, not because she had a good taste.

Luo Cheng quickly took a second bowl of porridge, and was about to feed Gong Ji another bowl, but at this time, someone broke into the room uninterestingly, and the person who came was in a hurry, went straight to the bed, and looked down at the pale Gong Ji from above, but it was safe.

"Gong reporter, look at what the hell you have lost weight, little pitiful, you must be sick, right?" An Ran said, reaching out to probe Gong Ji's forehead, but Gong Ji shrank her body and hid back in the bed.

She still doesn't have anything to do with the demon surnamed An, Luo Cheng is watching from the sidelines, this person is not on fire yet, she can see it at a glance. If she had too much to do with Enron, Los Angeles might throw her off the thirteenth floor and fall to pieces.

"An Ran, you come out with me, don't make a break with the palace reporters. Luo Cheng frowned and looked at An Ran, and suddenly felt that it was not a way to go on like this, so it was better to tell An Ran, Gong Ji was his wife......

The idea was fleeting, and L.A. quickly dismissed it.

He is satisfied with the status quo, he doesn't like people to pay attention to his private life, and the most important thing is that Gong Ji is a person who understands and will not cause trouble for him, since they are all satisfied with their current life, why should they destroy the existing peace?

"You want me to leave when I just came?" Los Angeles, I know you're interested in palace reporters, but you can't just because of this, you want to take her for yourself, I think she has the right to choose, and we should respect her choice!" An Ran looked at Luo Cheng with disdain.

Gong Ji, who was hiding in the quilt, heard this, and she probed: "Can you let me rest for a while?" Let's all go out, I want to sleep." ”

That's what Los Angeles meant, she believed.

An Ran sat in front of the bed and said softly: "Okay, I won't say anything, just quietly accompany the palace reporter here." ”

"I can't sleep when you're here. An Shao, can you please go out? Seeing you, I think I have a terrible headache. Gong Ji said hoarsely, just wanting to leave safely.

An Ran looked at the frowning woman in a daze for a long time, he finally compromised, got up and said, "Okay, I'll go, you have a good rest." ”

After speaking, he pulled Los Angeles out of the guest room together.

Gong Ji breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the food on the side. I don't know if she can eat a little more if she is far away? Drink a bowl of porridge, she doesn't feel it at all, maybe she has been hungry for too long, she just wants to find some more food to wrap her stomach.

She snuck a little into her mouth, and quickly ducked back into bed.

After that, Gong Ji couldn't fall asleep, the matter has come to this, should she leave the resort and go home first? As for advertising, it can be the best, and if not, it is reasonable.

After thinking about it for an hour, it was better to act than to be moved, and Gong Ji packed up her things at the moment and wanted to secretly leave the resort.

She walked to the door, pulled open the guest room door, and looked out. At this look, she was startled, and saw two men in black suits pestle at the door of the guest room, one left and one right, like two door gods.

Gong Ji reacted quickly, hurriedly threw her handbag back into the house, and then kicked it in on her toes, while smiling at the two black-clothed men who were staring at her: "The air in the room is not very good, I let my head breathe, thank you for your hard work." ”