Gong Ji hugged Luo Cheng's thigh and wiped his snot, "It's very simple, so Luo Cheng is missing a toy, of course I think it's a pity." ”

Luo Cheng frowned, watching the woman use the corners of his pants as a rag, a little unbearable.

He pushed the woman away in disgust: "It's dirty, are you a woman?" He thought that Gong Ji was a woman with an image, but who knew that it was unbearable to be dirty.

Gong Ji smiled secretly in her heart, she did it on purpose just now, of course the dirty thing was given to Luo Cheng, a bad embryo, and it was best to pass on the cold to him.

"My head hurts......" She fell on the rest chair, her beautiful eyes were half-narrowed, looking at the slightest floating clouds in the sky, and her body felt light, as if she was about to fly.

A small smile tugged at her lips, like a daisy blooming in the wilderness, with a touch of grace and fragility.

Luo Cheng unconsciously paused his gaze, his eyes were dark, and his breathing was unconsciously sluggish......

"If I accidentally die, I don't know who will remember that there was such a person in the world. Gong Ji muttered softly, and suddenly remembered her mother, the only relative with whom she was related by blood in this world.

"As soon as I get sick, I start thinking crankily, I can't stand women being sad and sad at every turn!" Luo Cheng took off his suit and put it on Gong Ji's body, and said in a rough voice.

"Luo always doesn't understand, natural disasters are common, now I have a cold, the next moment, it may be that Luo is stoned to death by a flower pot......" Gong Ji didn't finish speaking, and was knocked hard by Luo Cheng.

"Why are you beating me as a patient?" Gong Ji was slightly angry, and her godless beautiful eyes were angry and angry, adding a little bit of the graceful style of her little daughter's family.

"You, the patient, still know how to curse me for dying early, and it seems that you are not too sick. Don't worry, if you die, I will send people to your grave every year, so that you can be a ghost and have a good face. Luo Cheng said, and simply sat down next to Gong Ji, almost squeezing the woman into a meatloaf.

Gong Ji retreated and gave way, and finally came angry. The chair is so small, is L.A. vying for a place with her, a patient?

She shrunk up, nested in the corner, and simply let Los Angeles sit down.

"So when a woman is angry like this, isn't it just to sit in your place? You know, it's your blessing to have a big man like me sit in the same chair with you. Not all women have such blessings, you know?" Luo Cheng pinched the woman's cold jade cheeks, and really didn't understand what there was to be angry about.

It is an eternal truth that women are difficult to serve as animals.

"Why did you just send flowers instead of visiting the grave in person?" Gong Ji asked curiously, remembering the topic just now.

"I'm young and promising, handsome and steady, if I go to your grave and you see that my heart is full of excitement, and you want to be with me as a ghost, then I can't be pressed by a ghost? At the end, L.A. added.

Gong Ji opened her small mouth and was suddenly speechless.

"Then will you marry again?" said Gong Ji, climbing on Luo Cheng's lap and choosing a comfortable position to sit down.

She rested her head on L.A.'s chest again, leaning comfortably, and suddenly felt happy to sit like this against her husband.

Yes, Los Angeles is her husband, not only in the legal sense, but also in the sense of life, this man is invading her whole bit by bit.