A beautiful reporter encounters the rich second generation of beasts: the confused wife broke into the wrong house 645. He Doesn't Pick Second-Hand Women 3
"I look like a violent man, do I like to be rough with women?" Luo Cheng squeezed in and sat down next to Gong Si, and asked quietly, his voice was as light as silk, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry.
"Of course not, Luo is always a good person." Gong Si moved to the side, resisting the urge to run away.
In view of Luo Cheng's strange reaction, she became even more uneasy, fearing that Luo Cheng was brewing a rage and would tear her to pieces later.
"No one says that I am a good person, but you are the first one. My rivals in the mall like to say that I eat people without spitting out their bones, but the Palace reporter says that I am a good person. Should I stew you and spit out your bones, or pretend that I am
A good person?" Luo Cheng put his long arm on Gong Si's shoulder and asked softly.
Gong Si couldn't sit still, she stood up quickly and said: "I've finished what I want to say, let's go first."
She buried her head and rushed towards the door of the living room. Luo Cheng's cold voice came from behind her: "Am I allowed to let you go?"
After dropping a heavy bomb, this woman slapped her butt and wanted to leave. Have you ever asked him for his opinions and thoughts?
Gong Si secretly complained that she shouldn't have come. It was better to kill her first and tell her later, after marrying Tang Shaobai. Why bother telling Luo Cheng?
"Come here, I'm not interested in your life, there's no need for you to be afraid of me." Luo Cheng's voice reached Gong Si's ears again.
She turned around with difficulty and replied with a dry smile: "I, I'm not afraid of you."
"Really?" Luo Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the woman's trembling legs with a pointed look.
Only then did Gong Si realize that she was not up to par. She hurriedly returned to the sofa and sat down to hide her fear.
Yes, she was just afraid. Luo Cheng's reaction was so abnormal, and she was afraid that he would explode at any time. She had not lived enough, and she did not want to die.
Luo Cheng remained silent, and Gong Si didn't even dare to express her anger.
When Luo Cheng stood up, Gong Si quietly looked at the man's back, but she still couldn't tell the man's mood at the moment. Just as she was dazed, Luo Cheng came back again, holding a fruit knife in his hand, the bright
The blade made her heart throb violently and her pupils shrank.
Just now he said he didn't want her little face. Do you want to torture her so that she can neither survive nor die?
Gong Si's attention was all focused on Luo Cheng's dagger. Every time he took a step closer to her, she unconsciously shrank a little, until she moved to the corner of the sofa. With no way to retreat, she had no choice but to face Luo Cheng's obscure eyes.
"Journalist Gong, is it better to peel the skin or cut the flesh?" Luo Cheng stretched out his dagger and waved it in front of Gong Si, his eyes as deep as water.
Gong Si thought Luo Cheng wanted to peel off her skin or flesh, so her legs trembled uncontrollably, and she couldn't stop it this time.
"It's even better if you don't cut it off." This time, even her voice had a vibrato.
Luo Cheng smiled half-heartedly, picked up the apple and peeled it: "You answered such a simple question wrong, how can anyone peel an apple? Of course it's better to peel it."
When Gong Si heard this, she took a deep breath and felt relieved.
It scared her to death. She thought Luo Cheng was a pervert and wanted to peel off her skin or flesh.
