Luo Cheng and Gong Ji quarreled for ten minutes before they were persuaded by Li Zheng, a peacemaker, to make peace.

Next, the two of them were busy, praying that they would order someone to clear the venue early, and they picked the best position at the front desk to enjoy the next interesting games.

Not long after, a man wearing a mask came on the field, Qi Shao took a look, pointed at him and said, "Luo Shao, you can't do this!"

Hearing this, Luo Cheng took off his mask and replied in a deep voice: "I am a person with a head and a face, if people take pictures of my face and make entertainment headlines, where will my Luo's face go? Besides, you didn't say this - you are not allowed to wear a mask when you are not allowed to wear a mask!"

Qi Shao was speechless for a while, and realized that he really didn't stipulate that he couldn't wear a mask. Thinking about the status of Los Angeles, if people take such indecent pictures, it will indeed damage Luo's reputation.

Qi Shao couldn't find the words to refute, so he acquiesced to Luocheng's approach, who knew that Gong Ji also wore a mask on the field next, and Qi Shao said unhappily: "Gong reporter, you're not so good, right?"

"First, Shaobai is my fiancé, and I represent Tang's enterprise and cannot damage Tang's reputation. Second, there is no rule that says I can't wear a mask, do you have any other questions?"

Qi Shao was speechless again when he heard this, and found that the man and woman of Luo Cheng and Gong Ji were really difficult to serve, and there were still many situations to play a small game.

He didn't believe that the man and the woman could win the game by wearing masks, and he didn't make it difficult for him anymore.

Just as the game was about to start, Gong Ji suddenly said: "Wait, I'm a little nervous, go to the toilet first, and then change into a set of clothes that are more suitable for the stage by the way, two young masters, please wait, I'll come when I go!"

Without waiting for Qi Shao to speak, Gong Ji left in a hurry.

Qi Shao waited impatiently, and after a full eight minutes, Gong Ji appeared on the stage again. She was still wearing a mask, revealing only fiery red lips, wild eyes, and a looming dance dress, which attracted everyone's amazement.

Qi Shao's eyes flashed with astonishment, but he didn't expect Gong Ji to transform again, and he could become so bewitching and beautiful. Everywhere she passed, a strong perfume hit her face.

Lying in the center of the stage, Luo Cheng had already closed his eyes, and when he smelled the strong smell of perfume, he raised his eyebrows almost imperceptibly.

The noisy scene gradually became quiet, and everyone looked at a man and a woman on the stage, wondering how the plot would develop next.

Pray for fear of missing the brilliant live broadcast, so he simply let people put the lights on the lower abdomen of Los Angeles, for fear of missing the most brilliant moment.

At the beginning of the five-minute countdown, Gong Ji --, down Luo Cheng's abdomen very seriously, leisurely and contentedly. Her movements were sensational, emotional, and many of the men present were swallowing saliva, feeling the same as Qi Shao, thinking that Los Angeles would definitely not be able to withstand such inhuman torture.

Who knew that Luo Cheng, who was lying on the stage, was like an emotionless stone statue, there was no reaction at all, and even the muscles were the same as usual, without any tension.

Qi Shao curiously leaned closer to watch, only to see Luo Cheng close his eyes, as if he was asleep, no wonder there was no reaction.

Isn't it, Luo Cheng's self-control is so good? Something must have gone wrong to be able to be so leisurely and comfortable under Gong Ji's situation.

Seeing that time was passing bit by bit, Luocheng was like an old monk lying still, without an emotional reaction, and he was in a hurry-------