A beautiful reporter encounters the rich second generation of beasts: the confused wife broke into the wrong house 143. Supermodel Takes Home: Part-time Nanny (4)
Gong Si looked at the time again. It was only half past five in the morning. As for calling her so early?
There is something wrong with this man in Los Angeles...
He wanted to pretend not to hear, but Luo Cheng kept calling and finally sent text messages.
Gong Si opened the text message in confusion and saw that there was only one sentence in the message: "Little slave girl, you have only thirty minutes to come back, otherwise I will deduct 500 monthly salary from you!" Gong Si almost threw her phone away.
Two minutes later, Gong Si got up resignedly, washed herself, and hurried to Luo's house.
When she arrived at Luo Zhai, it took her a staggering twenty-five minutes and she was almost late.
Luo Cheng, who was wearing a nightgown, was guarding the door of Luo Zhai's courtyard. He looked coldly at the woman who was kicking her angrily, glanced at his watch and said: "Correspondent, you are three seconds late!"
"No, I don't have a watch. The time is just right. I wonder why Mr. Luo called me back so early in the morning?" Gong Si asked, changing the subject without leaving any trace.
Luo Cheng called her at 5:30, so she didn't need to sleep? This time was the best time to sleep.
"I want to have breakfast, you make it for me!" Luo Cheng glanced at Gong Si coldly, then entered the hall with elegant steps.
Gong Si did not expect such an answer.
Young Master Luo wanted to have breakfast, but he called her early in the morning. Wouldn't he buy some food outside? In her opinion, this man seemed to be deliberately making things difficult for her!
Gong Si was smart enough not to get entangled with Luo Cheng on this issue, because she knew that Master Luo was so difficult to maintain.
"Xiao Mumu, seeing the unhappy look on your face, you don't want to make breakfast for me?" Luo Cheng stood at the door, looking at Gong Si's busy back and asked.
"My name is not Xiaomu." Gong Si looked back at Luo Cheng and replied coldly.
"So you prefer me to call you little slave girl." Luo Cheng nodded thoughtfully, knowing that the woman in front of him had more special preferences than the average person.
Gong Si didn't show off her words. She raised her lips and sneered, picked up something and added it to the poached eggs. Soon she fried a few poached eggs, opened a bottle of milk, and then brought her special breakfast to Luo Cheng.
: "Mr. Luo, please have breakfast."
Luo Cheng raised his eyes to look at the expressionless Di Gong Si, and smiled lightly: "I feel uncomfortable all over, little slave girl, help me stretch my muscles and bones!"
Gong Si was startled for a moment, then she nodded numbly: "Okay."
Luo Cheng was satisfied with Gong Si's attitude and took a bite of the poached egg. The spicy taste made him cough repeatedly. He subconsciously picked up the milk to relieve the spicy taste. This time, the saltiness made his eyes turn black.
As if it wasn't enough, Gong Si slapped Luo Cheng's head four times and said with excellent singing and singing: "What two big mosquitoes, Mr. Luo, I helped you get rid of them, don't thank me too much. By the way, I
I have to rush to work and have no time to wait for you. Besides, my mobile phone is out of battery..."
She picked up her handbag and ran outside. The sound of footsteps faded away, and the sound also gradually faded away.
Luo Cheng was so hot that he couldn't open his eyes. He struggled to walk to the living room with his painful head. In his tearful eyes, he saw the woman's light and flying back.
With a pair of hazy tearful eyes, he shouted loudly towards the door: "Damn woman named Gong, you are dead!!"
Gong Si had already run away, pretending not to hear Luo Cheng's threat. Even if she was destined to die, she still let that arrogant and stinky man taste the sweetness before she died. She deserved her death.
It took Luo Cheng a full fifteen minutes to catch his breath. He went to the kitchen and found the culprit, mustard powder. He immediately threw the thing away, and then the salt.
