"It's not much, it's just a dozen, does the palace reporter plan to help me raise an illegitimate child?" A smile appeared on Luo Cheng's lips, and his eyes flashed.

It's funny, the old-fashioned little girl-slave actually asked such a question, is it enlightened, or is there another reason?

"So many, when Mr. Luo suddenly died one day, aren't there many wild children fighting with me for family property?!" Gong Jipi replied with a smile.

After a dozen more, she didn't believe the nonsense of Los Angeles, and said that she still believed it, such as the piece of meat in Leng Xue's belly.

"For the sake of you, a vicious woman, I will also take good care of myself, and will never let you be a widow, so that you will have the opportunity to go out of the wall. Los Angeles' eyes narrowed. This woman is so inhumane that she deserves to be caught and soaked in a pig cage and die to thank the world.

"You play with women outside all day long, and it's a little difficult to take care of yourself, for example, isn't the supermodel who broke into Luo's house last time one of your lovers? When was the last time Mr. Luo touched her, and how long did it last, shouldn't it be as premature as today?" Gong Ji continued to spy with a smile, not believing or believing the truth of Luo's bully.

"The last time, it seems to be yesterday, I am very satisfied with Miss Leng's body and her enthusiasm, unlike a certain woman who is a piece of wood on the bed, and when she rolls the sheets with Miss Leng, it is just a whole night, Miss Leng's body is called a soul ......."

This time, L.A.'s boasting was not over, and Gong Ji had already hung up the phone.

"Dead woman, dare to hang up on me?" Los Angeles called back again, and the phone showed that no one answered.

Then he called again, and the other party's mobile phone was turned off.

Could it be that women are jealous? If so, it can be regarded as a bit of growth.

That Gong Ji was so angry that she blew her beard and glared at her, she had long known that the muddy ball surnamed Luo was unreliable, it turned out that she had done something wrong with other women yesterday, and today she was embarrassed to roll the sheets with her, and she was angry with her.

Gong Ji picked up the pillow and slammed it the bed, and after falling for a while, she realized that she was furious. But why should she be angry? How many women are there in Los Angeles, what is the big deal about having an affair with which woman, that man has always been undisciplined, and she didn't know it on the first day, is it necessary to be so angry that she wants to kill?

Gong Ji smoothed her hair and took a deep breath to ease the anger in her heart.

It must have been because the cold snow threatened her that she was a little excited about the throne of Young Lady Luo, it didn't matter, she went to lower the fire now.

When Gong Ji walked out of the guest room and went to the place where swimsuits were sold, she slapped her palm on the boss's counter very boldly, and opened her lips lightly: "Boss, pick me the hottest, sexiest and sensual swimsuit!"

The boss is a young man about twenty-five years old, and when he saw Gong Ji's beautiful and delicate facial features, he blew a long whistle: "Meimei, how old are you? You're so small that you're not fit in a swimsuit that's too sexy. If you really want to have a boyfriend, think about me, I'll ......"

Gong Ji impatiently took out her press card and put it on the counter with a "snap": "Believe it or not, I sued you for intending to abduct an under-adult girl?!"

"Remember, reporter?" the boss glared at Gong Ji's press card, and his eyes almost didn't pop out.

"I'm glad you recognize Chinese characters. Gong Ji replied lightly.