Gong Si hugged Luo Cheng's thigh and wiped her nose, "It's very simple. This way Mr. Luo loses a toy. Of course he feels it is a pity."
Luo Cheng frowned, a little uncomfortable seeing the woman using his trousers as a rag.
He pushed the woman away in disgust: "You are so dirty, are you a woman?" He thought that Gong Si was a decent woman after all, but he didn't know that she was unbearable when she was dirty.
Gong Si secretly laughed in her heart. She had done it on purpose just now. Of course, she was going to give the dirty things to Luo Cheng, the bad boy. It was best to pass the cold to him as well.
"My head hurts so much..." She fell down on the rest chair, her beautiful eyes half-squinted, looking at the floating clouds in the sky, and her body felt light and airy, as if she was about to fly.
A small smile appeared on her lips, like a daisy blooming in the wilderness, with a bit of elegance and fragile beauty.
Luo Cheng unconsciously paused, his eyes darkened, and his breathing stagnated...
"If I die accidentally, I wonder who will remember that there was such a me in the world." Gong Si whispered, suddenly thinking of her mother, her only relative in the world who was related to her by blood.
"I start thinking wildly as soon as I get sick. I can't stand women being hurt every time!" Luo Cheng took off his suit and covered Gong Si's body, saying in a rough voice.
"Mr. Luo doesn't understand. Natural and man-made disasters happen all the time. Now I have a cold. The next moment, Mr. Luo might be crushed to death by a flowerpot..." Before Gong Si could finish her words, she was hit hard by Luo Cheng.
once.
"Why are you beating me, a patient?" Gong Si was slightly angry, her dull beautiful eyes could be either angry or angry, adding a little bit of the graceful style of her little daughter's family.
"You are a sick person who knows how to curse me to die early. It seems that your illness is not too serious. Don't worry, if you die, I will send someone to send flowers to your grave every year, so that you can be a ghost and have dignity." Luo
Cheng said, and simply squeezed in beside Gong Si and sat down, almost squeezing the woman into a meat pie.
Gong Si retreated and gave in, and finally got angry. The chair was so small, how could Luo Cheng compete with a patient like her for a seat?
She shrunk her body and nestled in the corner, letting Luo Cheng sit down.
"So when a woman is so petty and angry like this, isn't it just that she takes a little bit of your seat? You have to know that you are lucky to have a big man like me sitting on the same chair with you. Not every woman is like this
You are blessed, do you understand?" Luo Cheng gently pinched the woman's cold jade cheek, really not understanding what there was to be angry about.
Women are difficult animals to maintain. This is an eternal truth.
"Why did you just send flowers instead of visiting the grave in person?" Gong Si remembered the topic just now and asked curiously.
"I'm young and promising, handsome and steady. If I go to your grave and you see that I'm so excited that you want to be with me even if you're a ghost, then wouldn't I be forced to sleep with you? Reporter Palace, you definitely look like a ghost.
Very ugly." Finally, Luo Cheng added.
Gong Si opened her small mouth and was suddenly speechless.
"Then will you marry again?" Gong Si said, climbing onto Luo Cheng's lap and choosing a comfortable position to sit down.
She put her head on Luo Cheng's chest again, leaning against him comfortably, and suddenly she felt very happy sitting next to her husband like this.
Yes, Luo Cheng is her husband, not only in the legal sense, but also in the sense of life. This man is invading everything about her bit by bit.
