Two women sat by the river and enjoyed the night beauty of Hongcheng, drinking and chatting.

After playing for two hours, Gong Ji didn't dare to stay any longer, so she hurried back to Luo's house.

When I got home, it was pitch black, which proved that the man had not returned. While Gong Ji breathed a sigh of relief, she felt disappointed for no reason.

Ironically, she didn't know what she was disappointed about.

Gong Ji helped Luo Cheng stay at the door for the first time this night, and when it was eleven o'clock, she was sure of one thing, Luo Cheng would not go home.

The next day, the first thing Gong Ji did when she got up was to read the entertainment newspaper, but found that there was no news from Los Angeles.

In this way, time passed day by day, and in a blink of an eye, more than half a month passed, and Los Angeles never went home again.

There was no news of him in the newspapers, and it was as if he had disappeared suddenly.

On this day, Gong Ji walked out of the magazine office after work, but saw An Ran leaning in front of his super dazzling red Ferrari, and when he saw her come out, he immediately stepped forward and said: "Gong reporter, I have been waiting for you for two hours, you accompany me to dinner, you are not allowed to refuse!"

Gong Ji did not refuse him as usual, which surprised An Ran.

"Did the palace reporter take the wrong medicine?" An Ran asked curiously.

It's really Gong Ji who is very abnormal, so abnormal that he is uneasy.

As soon as Gong Ji heard this, she reacted and wanted to get out of the sports car.

An Ran hurriedly intercepted her and said, "Okay, when I say the wrong thing, Gong reporter, don't be angry, you will be a big man, forgive me this time." ”

As soon as he said this, Gong Ji sat quietly beside him again, obedient and well-behaved, like a good student.

An Ran carefully looked at Gong Ji's little face, and always felt that her glasses were too big, covering all his perspectives.

At that moment, he took off Gong Xi's glasses, revealing her beautiful pupils and delicate facial features, which made people unable to take their eyes off it at first glance.

"It's so good-looking, if you can see this face of the palace reporter every day when you get up, you will be in a good mood for the day. An Ran smiled like a flower, and pinched Gong Xi's pink little face.

Soft to the touch, slippery and not slippery, it feels particularly good to the touch.

"How have Mr. Luo and Miss Leng been doing lately? I rarely watch them on the news, could it be that Mr. Luo's troubles have been made again, and he has fallen in love with other women, right?" Gong Ji said without a trace after brewing a speech.

She was just afraid that Los Angeles would die in an unknown place, and she didn't know that she had become a widow unknowingly. An Ran sent it to the door by herself, and she took the opportunity to talk to her.

"It's kind of weird to talk about it. It stands to reason that Los Angeles rarely eats grass, so why not only did he regain his dream with Leng Xue this time, but also took her to participate in the International Fashion Week? It has been a few days since the end of this fashion week, and he has not yet returned to China, which is incomprehensible. Enron did not doubt it, and put together the information he knew.

Gong Ji's hanging heart was finally relieved. It's not that L.A. hasn't died, otherwise she, a widow, has done a little wrong.

She and Los Angeles are secretly married, and no one will believe that she is a wife in the legal sense of Los Angeles.

"Miss Leng must be as good as Miss Leng, otherwise with the eyes of Mr. Yiluo, how can he eat back grass? An Shao, why don't you let me get off here, I just suddenly remembered that I still have something. Gong Jimei's eyes turned, and she felt that her top priority was to get rid of Enron.

An Ran trembled with laughter when he heard this, he slapped Gong Xi's little head, and smiled demonically: "Thief cars are easy to get on and hard to get off, haven't you heard of it?"