Gong Ji hurriedly lay back on the bed, picked up a book resting on the bedside table and flipped through it.

Not long after, Los Angeles entered, holding a vase with a budding lotus in the vase.

Gong Ji, who was pretending to read a book, accidentally caught a glimpse of the bud, and the familiar bud made her pause. After a few moments, she looked away as if nothing had happened, and continued to read.

"It turns out that you like to watch finance. Luo Cheng looked down at Gong Xi from the ground for a long time, and opened his lips lightly.

From the moment he entered the bedroom just now, he found that Gong Ji was absent-minded, her eyes were fixed on the books, but her mind was not on them.

Gong Ji closed the book and looked at the title, only to realize that the book she picked up was not suitable for her own reading.

"I don't like it. I don't like anything you like. Gong Ji replied lightly, she looked at Ji Dilian resting on the bedside table: "Take it, it is an eyesore in front of me." ”

"If you leave things in front of you for a long time, you just need a process of adaptation. Maybe one day, you'll love them again. Luo Cheng sat on the edge of the bed, looking straight at Gong Ji's delicate and whitening face, his eyebrows and eyes were focused: "Gong reporter, do you say yes?"

Gong Ji's unfocused eyes looked at Luo Cheng's face, and her flower-like lips opened lightly: "There are no palace reporters in this world." ”

Luo Cheng carefully looked at Gong Ji's expression and eyes, and found that this woman was not saying bad things.

Maybe Gong Ji was telling him that the palace reporter who liked Los Angeles was dead.

Los Angeles got up in embarrassment and walked out of the bedroom without looking back. He leaned against the wall of the door and subconsciously looked at the woman in the bedroom, only to see her pull out the vase and Dilian......

Luo Cheng was overjoyed, and he was not happy, but he saw Gong Ji peeling off the unbloomed buds one by one. She threw the petals into the vase, and she poured the water full of petals on the book. Finally, the peduncle is held in the center of the book, revealing only a bare branch.

The woman does all this in a very organized way, she has no violent tendencies, as if she is just trying to complete what she wants to say in this way.

Luo Cheng returned to the study and wanted to work hard, but what appeared in front of him was the focused expression of Gong Ji when he folded the buds.

He thought about it for a moment and asked a psychiatrist what it meant.

The psychiatrist explained that this was just a mood of the person concerned, or rather, a state of life in which the person concerned was not very positive.

The next day, Luo Cheng continued to send flowers, and Gong Ji was sleeping when he sent flowers, he sat quietly for a while, standing in front of the window and waiting for Gong Ji to sleep until he woke up naturally, just to say a few words to Gong Ji.

Half an hour later, Gong Ji woke up, she washed up and went back to the bedroom, without even glancing at the bedside table.

Seeing this, Luo Cheng, who was standing in front of the window, dragged Gong Ji's arm and said, "Palace reporter ......"

Gong Ji suddenly looked at him, and Luo Cheng subconsciously changed his words: "Gong Ji, accompany me for a walk." ”

Gong Ji didn't say anything, and Luo Cheng dragged her out of the bedroom. Gong Ji walked through the long corridor, down the arc staircase, and found about six maids in the hall.

The huge mountain villas add up, and there seem to be no less than twenty people.

She didn't listen to a word of what Luo Cheng said, and it wasn't until Luo Cheng roared in her left ear that she came back to her senses, and looked back at the angry man, who yelled at her loudly: "Tell me, what the hell are you thinking!"