Gong Ji withdrew her hands and retracted them on the bed.

For her, recuperating under the nose of L.A. or recuperating in a hospital is no different, it's just a different place.

She hopes to get better as soon as possible and be able to handle Dong Yu's funeral in person.

She closed her eyes, and soon fell asleep again, until someone took her hand, and she felt that something was wrong, and when she opened her eyes, she looked at the other person, but it was a young male doctor.

The male doctor's face was also a little blurry, and her facial features couldn't be seen carefully, she was used to this kind of vision.

Gong Ji shrank her hand and opened her lips lightly: "I don't want to take medicine, I don't want injections, I don't need a doctor, I just want to be alone!"

She said this to Los Angeles, who was standing aside.

Since it is the territory of Los Angeles, of course, it has to be the master of Los Angeles, and everyone else is just pawns in his hands.

The doctor didn't know what to do, and subconsciously looked at Los Angeles.

Luo Cheng didn't embarrass him, and said lightly: "Go down." ”

The doctor retreated, and soon only Los Angeles and Gong Ji were left in the room.

"Rest for a while, call me if there's anything you need. Luo Cheng sat on the edge of the bed and said to the pale-faced Gong Ji.

Gong Ji didn't make a sound, just lay down, and not long after, Luo Cheng heard Gong Ji's even breathing.

It's a pity that she doesn't sleep well, and Los Angeles can always inadvertently hear her startling and gasping in nightmares, and maybe she said something, but she couldn't really hear it.

Gong Ji is a cooperative patient. When you wake up, try to eat and replenish your nutrients. When she had eaten and drunk enough, she lay quietly back on the bed.

Luo Cheng tried to communicate with Gong Ji a few times, and Gong Ji was very cooperative in asking and answering. It's just that he never talks nonsense, one is one, and he won't say a word more.

It's as if he's a doctor and she's just a simple patient.

After two days of recuperation, Gong Ji's spirit gradually improved, and she could walk on the ground, but her pace was not large and she walked slowly.

On this day, she got out of bed and tidied herself up, and said to Luo Cheng, who walked into the bedroom: "My mother is still in the funeral home, and I want to do a funeral for her." ”

"Auntie's funeral is almost ready, and I was about to tell you that today is the day to prepare for my aunt's funeral. Luo Cheng said as he stepped forward, picked up Gong Ji horizontally, and took him to Lamborghini.

After getting into the car, Gong Ji fell asleep again.

She didn't even have the strength to say a word. Dong Yu's funeral should have been arranged by her personally, but her body was not angry, and it was not good for the deceased to drag it out like this, so it was Luo Cheng who took care of everything for her, and she should be grateful.

Gong Ji was half asleep and half awake. In the dream, there was a scene where Dong Yu sent her out on the last day, and when she woke up, Luo Cheng's blurred face shook in front of her, and she reached the funeral home.

The funeral was a lengthy process, and Los Angeles invited many guests to support the scene, even if these people did not know who the deceased was in the coffin, but it was not too deserted.

When the funeral was over, Gong Ji, who had barely stood for a day, finally couldn't support it, her body was shaky, and she almost fell.

Luo Cheng had already seen that Gong Ji's face was different, so he supported her in time, probed her cold face and asked, "Gong reporter, are you okay?"

Gong Ji barely opened her eyes and bowed slightly.

She sensed that something was wrong around her, and she looked around, only to see a row of people in black blocking the way of a woman, and that woman was Gessasa, who was wearing tight black clothes and pants.

She also found a black sedan parked at the front of the cemetery.