Gong Ji looked at the time again, it was only half past five in the morning, as for calling her so early?

The man in Los Angeles has a problem with his brain......

I wanted to pretend I didn't hear it, but Los Angeles kept calling, and finally texted.

Gong Ji opened the text message suspiciously, and there was only one sentence in the text message: "Little slave girl, you are limited to thirty minutes to come back, otherwise you will be deducted 500 monthly salary!" Gong Ji almost didn't drop her mobile phone.

Two minutes later, Gong Ji got up resignedly, washed up, and hurried to Luo's house.

When she arrived at Luo's house, it took twenty-five minutes, and she was almost late.

Luo Cheng, who was dressed in a nightgown, was guarding the gate of the Luo Mansion compound, he looked coldly at the woman who was kicking and puffing, glanced at his watch and said, "Gong reporter, you are three seconds late!"

"No, I don't have a watch, it's just the right time. I wonder what Mr. Luo asked me to come back early in the morning?" Gong Ji asked without a trace.

Los Angeles called her at half past five, didn't she have to sleep? This time is the best time to sleep.

"I want to have breakfast, you make it for me!" Luo Cheng glanced at Gong Ji coldly, and entered the hall with elegant steps.

Gong Ji didn't expect such an answer.

Young Master Luo wanted to have breakfast, and he called her early in the morning, wouldn't he buy some food outside? According to her, this man was more like he was deliberately embarrassing her!

Gong Ji was smart not to get entangled with Luo Cheng on this issue, because she knew that Young Master Luo was so difficult to serve.

"Little wood, seeing that you look unhappy, don't you want to make breakfast for me?" Luo Cheng asked as he stood at the door, looking at Gong Ji's busy back.

"I'm not called Little Wood. Gong Ji glanced back at Los Angeles and replied coldly.

"So you prefer me to call you a little slave girl. Los Angeles nodded thoughtfully, only to say that the woman in front of him had more special preferences than ordinary people.

Gong Ji didn't have the ability to speak, she lifted her lips and sneered, picked up something and added it to the poached egg. Soon she fried a few poached eggs, opened a bottle of milk, and then brought her special breakfast to Los Angeles: "Mr. Luo, please have breakfast." ”

Luo Cheng raised his eyes and glanced at Mu Gong Ji expressionlessly, and smiled lightly: "I'm not comfortable all over, little slave girl, help me stretch my muscles!"

Gong Ji was stunned for a moment, and she nodded indifferently: "Okay." ”

Luo Cheng was satisfied with Gong Ji's attitude, and took a bite of the poached egg, which was so spicy that he coughed again and again, and he subconsciously picked up the milk to relieve the spicy, but this time it was directly salty and blackened in front of his eyes.

Gong Ji was not enough, slapped four palms on the top of Luo Cheng's head, and said with good singing and writing: "What two big mosquitoes, Mr. Luo, I helped you run away, don't thank me too much." By the way, I'm in a hurry to get to work, and I don't have time to serve you. And then again, my phone is dead......"

She picked up her handbag and ran out, the footsteps faded away, and the sound faded away.

Only Laura was so hot that he couldn't take his eyes off, and struggled to the living room with his painful head, and in the hazy eyes of his teary eyes, he saw the back of the woman's liness and flying.

With a pair of hazy teary eyes, he shouted in the direction of the gate: "The dead woman surnamed Gong, you are dead!!"

Gong Ji had already run away, pretending not to hear the threat from Los Angeles. Even if she was dead, she let the arrogant and arrogant stinky man taste the sweetness before she died, and she died as she deserved.

It took fifteen minutes for L.A. to regain his breath. He went to the kitchen and found the culprit, mustard powder. He threw it away, and then the salt.