Gong Ji struggled to get up, her old-fashioned bun loosened, and her long hair fell over one shoulder. She nodded dumbly: "Let Xiaojia go, don't embarrass her anymore, I'm willing to do whatever you want me to do." ”

She thought that Los Angeles was a non-smoker, but it turned out that she was wrong again.

"What a great little slave girl. Luo Cheng got up and spit out a puff of smoke on Gong Xi's little face: "I thought you could hold on longer, but who knows that it is still a woman's kindness, and it is not interesting to play." Little slave girl, get up, I'm hungry, make me a delicious meal that tastes and tastes good, or if not, I'll eat you. ”

He stepped forward to cut the restraints that bound her hands, and his innocent eyes froze for a moment in Gong Ji's slightly shrugging half-naked breasts, and then paced out of the bedroom.

Gong Ji was still a little frightened, feeling like she had been closed by a ghost gate, and it was like a roller coaster, her heart went from the clouds to the bottom, if it weren't for the good ability of her heart, she would have been in shock at this moment.

Seeing that her shirt was almost ruined by Los Angeles, she had no choice but to change into a sweatshirt and tie her messy long hair into a ponytail.

Gong Ji took a deep breath, stabilized her feelings, and then walked out of the living room.

At the end of the living room sat a man, wearing Svenven's silver-rimmed glasses, staring intently at the television screen, and she didn't see him smoking.

Gong Ji was puzzled again, and then went into the kitchen to get busy.

She prepared dinner without distractions, made five dishes and one soup, and after serving it to the dining room, without Luo Cheng's order, Gong Ji automatically and consciously added a bowl of soup for him, and smiled like a flower: "The soup made temporarily, the ingredients are not enough, next time I will make some old fire soup, drinking more is good for the body." ”

Los Angeles glanced at the woman, drank the soup in one gulp, and began to eat.

Luo Cheng, who has always been picky, did not pick and choose this time, and it was not until he finished eating a meal that he came to a conclusion: "Little slave girl, your cooking skills need to be improved." ”

Gong Ji had expected that Luo Cheng would not be able to say anything beautiful, so she responded falsely, and then hid in the kitchen to be busy.

She went out of the kitchen, only to see L.A. about to go out.

She hesitated, but then took a step forward and said, "Can you not be embarrassed?"

"She can't die yet. By the way, I'm going out to meet my old lover, and you'll have to stay alone tonight, don't miss my body too much. Luo Cheng said and looked at Gong Ji with pity.

Gong Ji didn't know how to answer, she felt that she had no reason to stay in Luocheng, after all, their relationship was not to such a point.

Sometimes she felt more like an underground lover in Los Angeles.

Gong Ji unconsciously followed out of the gate and stood at the door, watching the Lamborghini of Los Angeles disappear under the colorful neon lights. Men can easily make a gorgeous turn, but can she?

In this case, it seems that her marriage to Los Angeles will come to an end sooner or later. Luo Cheng didn't look back when she left, but she didn't know if she could be calm and clear, after all, she and the man surnamed Luo had that kind of skin-to-skin relationship.

The evening breeze lifted Gong Ji's hair, rippling one by one. When the wind stopped, the beauty returned to calm, and fell quietly on her thin shoulders.

The shadow of the wind stretched her thin figure, and from a distance, it looked like a beautiful landscape painting, like a poem and a dream......

Gong Ji slept early that night, collapsed on the bed and fell into a groggy sleep.