"No, it's good to wear it, I'm used to wearing it to eat. Gong Ji smiled lightly and refused Tang Shaobai's suggestion.

Tang Shaobai didn't argue about glasses anymore.

Tang Shaobai is very talkative, knowledgeable, and talks about everything. After dinner, the atmosphere was good.

After dinner, Tang Shaobai asked Gong Ji to rest, and he went into the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Gong Ji stood in front of the window with a cup of tea, looking at the shadows of the trees swaying in the wind outside the window, gently undulating under the night moon, swaying a beautiful light.

In the quiet of the night, it was as if the whole world was left alone, so quiet that I could hear my own breathing and heartbeat, and the rustle of the wind blowing the trees.

When Tang Shaobai came out of the kitchen, he saw Gong Ji standing quietly in front of the window.

The shimmer elongated her figure, reflecting her beautiful face. People are superficial things, Gong Ji is just an old aunt at first glance, and few people will look at such a woman twice, so as to unconsciously miss some of the beauty she deliberately hidden.

He stood quietly for a long time, and found that he couldn't understand the world of Gong Ji. Seems like a very simple woman, but she should be a little more complex than simple.

"The pensive look of the palace reporter is very good. Tang Shaobai and Gong Ji stood side by side, looking at the dark world outside the window.

Gong Ji came back to her senses and smiled lightly: "Can I interview you?" It's too late, and it's hard for me to go back." ”

Through the moonlight, what entered her eyes was the light of a man's eyes, which was as tender as water.

She didn't think of the oolong proposal that day, and a little smile appeared on her face.

"What are the palace reporters laughing at?" Tang Shaobai asked curiously.

"Nothing, let's interview. Gong Ji turned back to the living room and conducted a formal interview.

Tang Shaobai was very cooperative, and he answered very cooperatively when she asked anything. Tang Shaobai is not like a man surnamed Luo, that man knows how to play with her......

"What is the palace reporter talking about through gritted teeth?" Tang Shaobai looked at Gong Ji amusedly, muttering to himself.

If nothing else, he heard the woman talking about a man surnamed Luo. Obviously, the palace reporter in front of him has a big opinion about the man surnamed Luo.

"Probably Tang Shao heard it wrong. Take two more sets of photos, and you're almost done. Gong Ji changed the subject without a trace. She muttered to herself in a gaffe just now, probably because the attitudes of the two were too different, she felt it, and was caught by Tang Shaobai, which was a little embarrassing.

Tang Shaobai glanced at his watch and reminded lightly: "It's already nine o'clock......"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gong Ji's mobile phone rang again. I saw Gong Ji quickly glance at her mobile phone, and then said: "Also, it's not early, Tang Shao must be resting, why don't we make an appointment to take pictures another day, how about it?"

Los Angeles made six calls in one night, but she didn't dare to answer a single call, and if she didn't go back, she probably wouldn't be able to enter the house. If she wants to save her life, she should go home early.

"It's too late, I'll send you back. Tang Shaobai picked up the car key, but saw Gong Ji hurriedly running out: "I'll go home by myself, I don't need to drive Tang Shao!"

Tang Shaobai looked at the recorder dropped by Gong Xi on the sofa, and a little smile flashed in his eyes.

Very interesting woman, sometimes graceful and sometimes lovely, no wonder Los Angeles suddenly married home. L.A. loves to play so much, but this time it's big!

Gong Ji rushed to the bus and took two stops before he realized that he was sitting in the opposite direction. Frustrated, she got off the bus again and waited another twenty minutes for a bus to arrive.