Gong Si turned her eyes to look at the fleeting beautiful night scene outside the car window. There was an indescribable sadness that enveloped her whole body, almost making her addicted.
If one day she and Luo Cheng were separated and met by chance on the street, would she be able to be as open-minded as this song? She felt that she couldn't do it. If they couldn't be lovers, then they definitely couldn't be friends.
Luo Cheng was also listening to the song carefully, imagining that one day the woman around him would be separated from him, and one day many years later, they would meet again at a strange street corner, and they would be able to laugh it off.
His eyes were fixed on Gong Si's beautiful profile, and he asked hoarsely: "Reporter Gong, what are you thinking about?"
Gong Si looked away from the night scene outside the window, looked back and smiled lightly: "Mr. Luo, I find that I quite like you."
This man was very lovable at certain times. He had a lovable face and a lovable fortune. She liked everything about him except his group of unlovable mistresses. She liked him the most.
The warmth I felt when I carried her through several streets was as if I had found a port where I could not reach the shore.
She was afraid that some words would be too late to say, so when she had the courage, she told the person she liked that she liked him.
Luo Cheng was stunned when he heard this and suddenly didn't know how to answer the question. Should he reply to this woman? In fact, he also liked her very much and liked the fun of getting along with her.
But, in the end, he didn't say anything.
Gong Si saw Luo Cheng's embarrassment, and she fell into a drowsy state of sleep, wondering why it was so difficult to find someone in this world who she liked and who also liked her.
Between a dream and an awakening, every detail of her encounter with Luo Cheng flashed past Gong Si like a revolving lantern. Luo Cheng's various expressions, movements and body language were clearly visible there, as if they happened yesterday.
Gong Si opened her eyes from the dream and immediately looked at the big bed between her and Luo Cheng. There was no figure of Luo Cheng on the bed, and it seemed that she was the only one sleeping on this bed all night.
Maybe it was her sudden "like" last night that troubled Luo Cheng?
Her eyes finally settled on the silver ring on her fingertips. Even though it was the cheapest ring in the world, she still liked it because it was the first gift Luo Cheng gave her.
Gong Si struggled out of bed, washed up in a daze, and sat there for a while before going to work at the magazine.
"Si Si, what do you have in your hand? Could it be Mr. Luo who proposed to you, right?!" Just after Gong Si took her seat, Ji Li, who loves gossip and inquiring, approached her and asked curiously.
Gong Si raised her eyes and shook her head: "Where did you want to go?"
"What's wrong with you girl? You look very ugly. Is there something wrong with you?" Only then did Gilly realize that Gong Si's expression was different. She was a bit frighteningly pale. When she touched Gong Si's little face, her fingers were cold.
: "It's so cold. Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"Maybe I didn't sleep well. I'm going to take a rest. If the editor comes to see me, please remember to call me." Gong Si said and hid in the small lounge.
In fact, she also felt that something was wrong with her this time. Her chest was tight, as if she was about to be sick, but she felt weak all over and just wanted to sleep.
Gong Si wanted to lie down and sleep, but she couldn't fall asleep because she tossed and turned. She simply got up and stood in front of the small square window, looking at the hazy sky outside the window. It looked like it was covered with a layer of gray and foggy
