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"Don't be like this, my shirt is very expensive!" Gong Si couldn't stand the evil man in front of her, and shouted loudly.

"Well, how much is it worth?" Luo Cheng asked quietly, his wrist sank, and he picked off a button of Gong Si's shirt again.

His movements are elegant and dignified, and his movements seem natural, as if he is making a work of art. His expression is very focused, and his expression is a little serious.

At this moment, Gong Si had an illusion that she was the artwork to be produced in Los Angeles, which was a strange feeling.

Every time I get to know this man better, there is an incomprehensible evil.

"100 yuan... No, I remembered wrongly, 1000 yuan, equal to half a month's salary!" Gong Si said, and suddenly got into trouble, her legs moved together, and they slammed at the right hand holding the dagger in Luocheng.

Luo Cheng made an easy evasive movement, not only dodging her attack, but also barely holding her ankle.

The tip of the knife in his hand rested on Gongsi's delicate feet, and he asked softly: "Do you want to leave a mark for you here? Let you always remember who is your master?"

"My surname is Luo, I'm not your slave!" Gong Si yelled angrily, at this moment, she had long forgotten what it means to make trouble if you can't bear it.

She couldn't stand Luo Cheng's superciliousness. This stinky man really thought he was an ancient emperor, but he actually said he was her master?

"How about this, if you are willing to be my little love slave, I will let go of your cronies, that Mi Xiaojia who is so poor that he can only live on instant noodles." ankle.

Gong Si was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly remembered that her mission tonight was actually to rescue poor Mi Xiaojia.

As for the phrase "I'm so poor that I can only live on instant noodles", it seems to be her advertisement to describe Mi Xiaojia. When was it stolen by Los Angeles?

"How do you know this sentence?" Gong Si's heart skipped a beat.If she remembered correctly, she only said this sentence to Mi Xiaojia himself, so it wouldn't be possible for Mi Xiaojia to tell Los Angeles with such a big mouth, right?

"Are you surprised? If I want to inquire about a person's body, I can even find a few white hairs on his head. Reporter Gong, you really underestimate your husband and my ability. In a word, you can't do it." Be my little slave to warm the bed?" Just as Luo Cheng finished speaking, he used a dagger to pick off a button of Gong Si's shirt.

He took a deep look at the pale woman, got up and made a phone call. He deliberately used the guard key so that Gong Si could hear the conversation between him and the other party.

"After 10 minutes, if I give the order, throw Mi Xiaojia off the roof. I heard that she has a fear of heights. If I throw her down the roof in a parabola, she will be very grateful to me..."

Gong Si was so angry that her face flushed red, and she roared angrily at Luocheng: "Your surname is Luo, you are perverted. You will die badly, you, you perverted, hooligan, perverted..."

"I don't even know how to swear. Is there no better word besides pervert?! Reporter Gong, let me kindly remind you of a serious matter. Under your nagging, 2 minutes have passed!!" Luo Cheng sat down with a smile In front of the dressing table, the long legs were stretched and folded together, and he took out a cigarette and lit it as if by magic.

His action of lighting the cigarette was elegant and charming, the smoke obscured his handsome face, and through the extinguished fireworks, Gong Si could still clearly see the wolfish light flashing in his eyes.