Luo Cheng looked at the woman's back with a smile, his eyes were dark and bottomless.

Everything has just begun, and the palace reporter can escape for a while, but he can't escape for a lifetime. He was convinced that no matter how cold the palace reporter was, he would turn into a finger twister when he met him.

In fact, Fei Luocheng was conceited, and after a period of getting along, Gong Xi's attitude gradually softened.

In more than ten days, the gifts received by Gong Ji could fill a small treasury.

As for Gillian, it was placed at the head of her bed, and it bloomed beautifully.

These days, Luo Chun does not appear in Luozhai, but reports in the magazine every day. Luo Chun worked hard, was open-minded and studious, and soon won the unanimous favor of his colleagues in the magazine.

All the staff of the magazine worked together to successfully publish the special issue of Rockwell.

"Gong reporter, I'll sleep with you tonight. Luo Cheng took his own pillow into the guest room, and without waiting for Gong Ji to refuse, he climbed into Gong Ji's bed and lay down for a long time.

Gong Ji subconsciously wanted to get out of bed, but Luo Cheng quickly grabbed her wrist and said, "Gong reporter, sleep with me for one night, I'm so excited that I can't sleep at night." ”

Saying that, he simply hugged Gong Ji's slender waist: "Whether you want it or not, you have to accept my company tonight." He touched and touched Gong Ji's waist, and asked puzzledly, "Are you fat?"

It shouldn't be his illusion, Gong Ji's waist has grown meat, and the palace reporter is actually middle-aged?

Gong Ji was shocked, and hurriedly slapped Luo Cheng's hand and replied: "If you want to sleep here, give me peace and guard yourself! Don't talk too much, sleep in peace." ”

She said and lay down, turned off the bedside lamp, and subconsciously looked at the blooming Lotus in front of the bed.

Luo Cheng leaned on Gong Xi's back and looked at Di Lian intently: "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yes, it's beautiful, but the more beautiful it opens, the more it proves that it's almost time to wither. Gong Ji replied in a hoarse voice.

No matter how beautiful a flower is, there will be a day when it will wither, and Tillian is no exception.

"But we didn't miss its most beautiful bloom. Gong reporter, accompany me to the Luo's anniversary celebration tomorrow. Luo Cheng leaned his head on Gong Xi's shoulder, bit her earlobe.

"Good. Gong Ji replied lightly.

"I don't know why, I was a little excited and couldn't sleep. Luo Cheng said again, and the clutches of the devil unruly probed into Gong Xi's collar: "It seems to have grown a little ......."

Gong Ji pushed Luo Cheng away hard, got up and said, "Do you sleep or not?!"

"What are you doing so fiercely, if I die one day, I must be scared to death by you. L.A. muttered.

There is also the greasy and slippery touch of the palace reporter's jade skin on his hand, which makes his heart flutter, if he can......

Luo Cheng's gaze was fixed on Gong Xi's slightly open chest, and there was a small spark in his eyes, faintly.

Gong Ji saw it really and knew that Luo Cheng was sending out again--, she was going to get out of bed, and she was not safe at all where Luo Cheng was.

Luo Cheng quickly fished over her body, pressed her into his arms, and said in a dumb voice, "Okay, I'll bear it." I promise not to touch you, you obediently sleep with me for one night, and we'll just chat. ”

Gong Ji nestled quietly in Luo Cheng's arms, yawned slightly, and soon fell asleep.

Luo Cheng heard the sound of Gong Ji's shallow breathing, and knew that the woman in his arms was falling asleep.

"Good night, Gong reporter. He whispered, maybe she couldn't hear it, but he wanted to say it anyway......

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