Luo Cheng and Gong Si quarreled for ten minutes before finally making peace under the persuasion of Li Zheng, the peacemaker.
Next, the two of them were busy. Qi Shao ordered someone to clear the place early, and he chose the best position to enjoy the fun games at the front desk.
Not long after, a man wearing a mask appeared. Qi Shao took one look at him, pointed at him and said, "Master Luo, you can't do this!"
Hearing this, Luo Cheng took off his mask and replied in a deep voice: "I am a respectable person. If someone takes a photo of my face and it makes entertainment headlines, where will my Luo family's face go? Besides, you didn't say anything.
Don’t wear a mask when dripping wax!”
Qi Shao was speechless for a moment and realized that there was indeed no rule against wearing a mask. Thinking about the status of Luocheng, if such indecent images were taken, it would indeed damage Luocheng's reputation.
Qi Shao couldn't find the words to refute, so he acquiesced to Luo Cheng's approach. Who knew that Gong Si would also appear on the stage wearing a mask, and Qi Shao said displeasedly: "Reporter Gong, is this not good for you?"
"First, Shaobai is my fiancé. I represent the Tang Corporation and cannot damage the reputation of the Tang Corporation. Second, there is no rule saying that I cannot wear a mask. Do you have any other questions, Mr. Qi?" Gong Si followed suit and answered the same question.
The ones in Los Angeles are almost the same.
Hearing this, Qi Shao was speechless again. He found that the couple Luo Cheng and Gong Si were really difficult to take care of. There were many things going on even though they were playing a small game.
He didn't believe that this man and woman could win this game by wearing masks, so he stopped making things difficult.
Just when the game was about to start, Gong Si suddenly said: "Wait a minute, I'm a little nervous. I need to go to the toilet first and change into clothes that are more suitable for the stage. Young masters, please wait a moment. I'll be right back!"
Before Qi Shao could say anything, Gong Si left in a hurry.
Qi Shao waited impatiently, and after eight minutes, Gong Si appeared on the stage again. She was still wearing a mask, only revealing her fiery red lips, wild beautiful eyes, and the looming dance clothes, attracting
The crowd's exclamations of amazement.
Astonishment flashed in Young Master Qi's eyes. Unexpectedly, Gong Si transformed again and became so alluring and sexy. Wherever she passed, strong perfume hit her face.
Luo Cheng, who was lying in the center of the stage, had already closed his eyes. When he smelled the strong scent of perfume, he slightly raised his eyebrows, almost imperceptibly.
The noisy scene gradually became quiet, and everyone looked at the man and woman on the stage, wondering how the plot would develop next.
Qi Shao was afraid of missing the wonderful live broadcast, so he simply let people shine the lights on the lower abdomen of Luocheng, for fear of missing the most wonderful moment.
The five-minute countdown began. Gong Si was dripping wax carefully, all the way down Luo Cheng's abdomen, leisurely and contentedly. Her movements were sensational and moving, and many men present were swallowing their saliva. They felt the same as Mr. Qi, thinking that Luo Cheng
The city certainly cannot withstand such inhuman torture.
Unexpectedly, Luo Cheng was lying on the stage like an emotionless stone statue, with no reaction at all. Even his muscles were as usual, without any tension.
Qi Shao curiously came closer to watch and saw that Luo Cheng closed his eyes as if he was asleep. No wonder there was no reaction.
Isn't it? Luocheng's self-control is so good? He can still be so leisurely and comfortable under Gong Si's provocation. There must be something wrong somewhere.
Seeing time passing by bit by bit, Luo Cheng lay still like an old monk with no emotional reaction, Qi Shao became anxious.
