This time Mi Xiaojia had no time to react, and Luo Cheng impatiently pushed An Ran into the sports car.
"I haven't finished talking to reporter Gong. Luo, you must be like this..." Before An Ran could finish his words, Luo Cheng took Gong Si back to Luo's house.
An Ran cursed in a low voice, "Damn Los Angeles, the Palace Reporter doesn't belong to him, so why should he be proud of it? If I come back tonight, I don't believe that I can't poach the beautiful Lady Palace Reporter!"
Mi Xiaojia sat boredly on the side seat, waiting for An Ran to complain for five minutes.
Five minutes later, An Ran finally noticed that Mi Xiaojia was quieter than usual. He looked at the dominatrix next to him with confusion and asked: "Are you possessed by an evil spirit?"
If not, how could it be so quiet? Mi Xiaojia is usually the noisiest.
"Mr. An, it's getting late." Mi Xiaojia replied quietly, looking intently at the road ahead.
An Ran looked at her watch and found that it was indeed late.
"It's okay, I'm hungry. Let's have breakfast before going to work. The worst we can do is be two hours late." An Ran said and started the vehicle.
He thought Mi Xiaojia would take the opportunity to educate him, but this time Mi Xiaojia still didn't respond at all and sat quietly aside. If he hadn't heard her breathing, he thought he was alone in the car.
Since that day, Mi Xiaojia has become very quiet, neither noisy nor scolding. Sometimes she does not make a sound for a whole day. Because of this, An Ran has also become silent. She always feels that if Mi Xiaojia does not speak,
He himself has always said that he feels a little sorry for his little honey...
As soon as An Ran left, Luo Cheng went back to his house to make breakfast. An Ran's sudden appearance gave him a sense of crisis.
One An Ran is already troublesome, but if another Tang Shaobai comes, wouldn't he be surrounded by dangers?
Luo Cheng fried some poached eggs, heated up the milk, poured a large bowl for Gong Si, and suddenly said without warning: "Gong Si, let's get married."
Gong Si stopped drinking the milk and looked at Luo Cheng, thinking she heard wrongly.
"I still think that you and I should be together. What I don't know, you will slowly teach me in the future. If I don't do well, I will slowly learn to do well in the future..."
Luo Cheng's voice was slow, he didn't dare to breathe too hard, and he was a little nervous.
Gong Si, who was drinking milk, frowned. She suddenly put down the bowl and rushed into the bathroom.
Luo Cheng saw her expression was different and hurriedly followed her. He saw Gong Si burying her head in retching and looking very hard.
Doubts flashed in Luo Cheng's eyes, thinking that Gong Si was not in good health. After she finished vomiting, he stepped forward and said, "I will accompany you to the hospital to see if you have a cold or a bad gastrointestinal problem."
In fact, he hoped for another outcome.
I still remember that the last time he took Gong Si to live in a villa, he went to see a family doctor. Gong Si was unwilling to see a doctor or take medicine. Could it be because the child in her belly was still there?
"It's okay, I just feel a little uncomfortable. I'll take a nap and I'll be fine soon." Gong Si responded with a weak smile, turned around and left the bathroom, and went to rest on the bed.
Luo Cheng followed the bedroom uneasily and probed Gong Si's forehead.
The temperature is normal and there is no sign of fever. In other words, the uterus may be pregnant, and it was a pregnancy reaction before.
Luocheng's heart beat faster, but he didn't dare to show it too obviously, for fear that Gong Si would be suspicious.
"You have a good rest. I'll make some light porridge and pickles for you to eat after you wake up." Luo Cheng said as he was about to walk out of the bedroom, with a smile on his face that he couldn't hide.
