Gong Si struggled to get up, her traditional bun was loosened, and her long hair was scattered on one shoulder. She nodded hoarsely: "Let Xiaojia go, don't make things difficult for her anymore, I'm willing to do whatever you want me to do."
She thought that smoking was not allowed in Los Angeles, but it turned out that she was wrong again.
"What a great little woman." Luo Cheng stood up and blew out a smoke ring on Gong Si's little face: "I thought you could last longer, but you are still a woman, and it's not fun to tease you.
Okay, get up, I'm hungry, cook me a delicious meal that's both delicious and tasty, if not, I'll eat you."
He stepped forward and cut the bonds that bound her hands. His emotionless eyes were fixed on Gong Si's pale face for a moment, and then he walked out of the dormitory.
Gong Si was still a little frightened. She felt like she had walked through the gates of hell, or ridden a roller coaster. Her heart went from high to low. If her heart hadn't been able to withstand it well, she would have gone into shock at this moment.
Seeing that her shirt was almost ruined by Los Angeles, she had no choice but to change into a sweatshirt and tie her long messy hair into a ponytail.
Gong Si took a deep breath, stabilized her emotions, and then left the living room.
There was a man sitting in the living room. He wore elegant silver-rimmed glasses and was watching the TV screen intently, but she didn't see him smoking.
Gong Si was confused again and then went into the kitchen to get busy.
She prepared dinner without any distractions, and made five dishes and one soup. When it was brought to the dining room, without Luo Cheng's order, Gong Si automatically helped him add a bowl of soup, smiling like a flower: "The ingredients for the temporary soup are not enough.
, I will make some Laohuo soup next time, drinking more will be good for the body."
Luo Cheng glanced at the woman, drank the soup in one gulp, and then started eating.
Luo Cheng, who has always been picky, didn't pick and choose this time. It wasn't until he finished the meal that he came to a conclusion: "Little woman, your cooking skills need to be improved."
Gong Si had already expected that Luo Cheng would not be able to say anything nice, so she responded falsely and hid in the kitchen to get busy.
She left the kitchen and saw Luo Cheng about to go out.
She hesitated for a while, then took a step forward and said, "Can you please not embarrass Xiaojia?"
"She won't die for the time being. By the way, I'm going out to meet my old woman. You have to stay alone tonight and don't miss me too much." Luo Cheng said, looking at Gong Si with pity in his eyes.
Gong Si didn't know how to answer the call. She felt that she had no reason to stay in Luo Cheng. After all, their relationship was not at this level.
Sometimes she feels that she is more like an underground woman in Los Angeles.
Gong Si followed the door unknowingly and stood at the door, watching the Lamborghini in Los Angeles disappear under the colorful neon lights. A man can easily make a gorgeous turn, but what about her, can she do it?
According to this situation, her marriage to Luo Cheng will come to an end sooner or later. Luo Cheng can leave without looking back, but she doesn't know whether she can be calm and clear. After all, she and her surname
Luo's man once had that kind of skin-to-skin contact.
The evening breeze lifted up Gong Si's hair, rippling strands one by one. When the wind stopped, those strands of beauty returned to calmness and fell quietly on her thin shoulders.
The wind shadow lengthened her thin figure. From a distance, it looked like a beautiful landscape painting, both poetic and dreamlike...
Gong Si went to bed very early that night, fell on the bed and fell into a drowsy sleep...
