"Since you know that I am your leader, you must not object to what the leader wants you to do. Even if the leader tells you to die now, you must not hesitate to jump off the windowsill. "Luocheng is so neat and authentic, and he lightly hooked his long finger towards the palace.

Gong Ji hated her teeth and was helpless, she reluctantly approached the desk, Luo Cheng was impatient, so he simply pulled her to his side, sniffed beside her, and then frowned: "Didn't take a bath, do you know how smelly you are?"

"The stinky is my own business, and it has nothing to do with Mr. Luo. Gong Ji replied coldly, took two steps back, and made it clear that he wanted to draw a line with Luocheng.

"I'm your guardian, what do you mean it's okay? Palace reporter, I warn you, if you dare to drink in the future, I will be you!" Recalling the situation last night, Luo Cheng's eyes became colder.

"How do you know I drank last night?" asked Gong Ji, puzzled.

Luo Cheng sneered: "I'm still the one who was insulted by you." If someone else were to take care of you, what were you going to do?"

"It's funny, how can it be?" Gong Ji didn't believe that he would do such a thing.

She did drink high last night, but she has always been a very rational person, even if she drinks a little too much, it is impossible to insult Luo Cheng, and the person surnamed Luo must be tricking her.

She didn't remember what happened last night, she only knew that she slept until dawn.

"Do you want me to find witnesses, or do you want to find evidence?" Luo Cheng said, pointing to the corner of his lips, which was Gong Xi's masterpiece last night.

Gong Ji still didn't believe it, and was sure that Luo Cheng was tricking her, until Luo Cheng called Mi Xiaojia, and Mi Xiaojia said that it was true last night.

When Gong Ji heard Mi Xiaojia's colorful description, she simply hung up the phone, and lost her previous momentum for a while.

Even if she was drunk and accidentally kissed Los Angeles, was she so stingy to play on the topic?

"Do you still dare to quibble?" Luo Cheng asked with a smile as he looked at Gong Ji, who was a little shorter.

"Don't dare. Gong Ji replied in a muffled voice.

Los Angeles took the opportunity to count: "Look at what you look like now? Gong reporter, you are not like this, you are very well-behaved, you never drink, and it is impossible to use wine to pounce on men......"

"I was wrong. Gong Ji whispered back, interrupting the endless bombing of Los Angeles.

She used to drink alcohol, but she drank less, and she didn't know that she would be so "exaggerated" if she drank too much, you know, she didn't drink so much.

"I'll write it down for you. By the way, when are you going to move back to Tang Garden?!" Luo Cheng said as he took out a new suit from his bag and handed it to Gong Ji.

"I haven't thought about it yet, let's talk about it later. What are you doing here?" Gong Ji looked at the suit in her hand inexplicably, not knowing which one Luo Cheng was singing.

"Go in and take a shower, change your clothes, let the client into the magazine, and when they see you, they think they're in a refugee camp. The current magazine is not as famous as before, it is far more famous than before, and you can get a high salary if you don't mix it. Luo Cheng waved impatiently at Gong Ji and motioned for her to get out of here.

Gong Ji's face was gloomy, as if she couldn't find an excuse to refute Los Angeles, so she entered the small bathroom in the editor-in-chief's lounge and quickly took a hot shower, which was indeed much more comfortable.

She washed it out, thinking that Los Angeles would more or less glance at her, but who knew that people were too busy to look up: "Take the office door with you when you go out." Remember to work hard, I didn't let you play with a high salary. If you dare to be late tomorrow, I will deduct your salary!"

This time, Gong Ji didn't bother to reply, and threw the door out of the office directly.