"No, it's good to wear it. I'm used to wearing it to eat." Gong Si smiled lightly and refused Tang Shaobai's suggestion.
Tang Shaobai smiled and stopped arguing about the glasses.
Tang Shaobai was very talkative and knowledgeable, and talked about everything from north to south. After dinner, the atmosphere was good.
After dinner, Tang Shaobai asked Gong Si to rest for a while while he went into the kitchen to wash the dishes.
Gong Si stood in front of the window holding a cup of tea, looking out the window at the shadows of the trees swaying in the wind, rising and falling gently under the night moon, creating a beautiful bright light.
In the quiet night, it is like you are the only one left in the whole world. It is so quiet that you can hear your own breathing and heartbeat, as well as the rustle of the trees when the wind blows.
When Tang Shaobai came out of the kitchen, he saw Gong Si standing quietly in front of the window.
The dim light elongated her figure and reflected her beautiful profile. People are superficial. At first glance, Gong Si just thought she was an old aunt. Very few people would look at her twice.
A woman unknowingly misses some of the beauty that she deliberately hides.
He stood quietly for a while and found that Gong Si's world was incomprehensible to him. She seemed like a very simple woman, but she should be more complicated than simple.
"The way Reporter Gong looks deep in thought is very nice." Tang Shaobai and Gong Si stood side by side, looking out the window at the dark world.
Gong Si came back to her senses and looked back with a smile: "Can I interview you? It's too late and it won't be easy for me to explain when I get back."
Under the moonlight, what caught her eyes was the man's eyes, which were as tender as water.
She unconsciously thought of the oolong proposal that day, and a smile appeared on her face.
"What is the reporter laughing at?" Tang Shaobai asked curiously.
"Nothing, let's do the interview." Gong Si returned to the living room and started the formal interview.
Tang Shaobai was very cooperative. Whatever she asked, he answered cooperatively. Tang Shaobai was not like the man named Luo, who knew how to play with her...
"What is the reporter Gong talking about through gritted teeth?" Tang Shaobai looked at Gong Si in amusement and muttered to himself.
If nothing unexpected happened, he heard this woman talking about the man named Luo. Obviously, the palace reporter in front of him had great opinions on the man named Luo.
"Maybe Mr. Tang heard it wrong. Take two more sets of photos and it'll be almost done." Gong Si changed the subject without leaving a trace. She just muttered to herself in a gaffeful way. It was probably because their attitudes were so different that she
He acted out of emotion and was caught by Tang Shaobai, which was a bit embarrassing.
Tang Shaobai glanced at his watch and reminded quietly: "It's already nine o'clock..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gong Si's cell phone rang again. Gong Si quickly glanced at her cell phone and then said: "That's right, it's getting late. Mr. Tang must have rested. How about we arrange to take pictures another day?"
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Luocheng made six calls in one night, but she didn't dare to answer any of them. If she didn't go back, she probably wouldn't be able to get in. If she wanted to save her life, she should go home early.
"It's too late, I'll take you back." Tang Shaobai picked up the car keys, but saw Gong Si running out in a hurry: "I'm going home by myself, I don't need to bother you, Mr. Tang!"
Tang Shaobai looked at the recording pen that Gong Si had left on the sofa, a smile flashed in his eyes.
A very interesting woman, sometimes graceful and sometimes lovely, no wonder Luo Cheng suddenly married her back home. Luo Cheng loves to play so much, but this time she took it too far!
Gong Si rushed onto the bus, and after riding for two stops, she realized that she was sitting in the wrong direction. Annoyed, she got off the bus again and waited for another twenty minutes before a bus came.
