Beautiful reporter encounters the second generation of beasts and rich: confused wife breaks into th

Gong Si struggled to get up, her traditionally combed bun was loosened, and her long hair was scattered on one shoulder.She nodded hoarsely: "let Xiaojia go, don't make things difficult for her anymore, I'm willing to do whatever you want me to do."

She thought that Los Angeles does not smoke, but she was wrong again.

"What a great little slave girl." Luo Cheng got up, and blew a puff of smoke on Gong Si's little face: "I thought you could hold on longer, but it's still a woman's benevolence, so it's boring to play with. Little girl Slave, get up, I'm hungry, cook me a delicious meal with all colors and flavors, if not, I'll eat you."

He stepped forward to cut off the shackles that bound her hands, his emotionless eyes fixed on Gong Si's slightly raised half-naked breasts for a moment, and then walked out of the bedroom.

Gong Si was still in a state of shock, she felt as if she had walked through the gates of hell, and it was like riding a roller coaster. Her heart went from the clouds to the bottom of the valley. If it wasn't for the heart's ability to withstand it, she would have been in shock at this moment.

Seeing that the shirt was almost destroyed by Los Angeles, she had no choice but to change into a sweater, and tied her messy long hair into a ponytail.

Gong Si took a deep breath, stabilized her emotions, and then left the living room.

There was a man sitting in the living room. He was wearing elegant silver-rimmed glasses, and he was watching the TV screen intently, but she didn't see him smoking.

Gong Si was puzzled again, then went into the kitchen to get busy.

She focused on preparing dinner, made five dishes and one soup, and when it was brought to the dining room, Gong Si automatically and consciously added a bowl of soup for him without Luo Cheng's order, smiling like a flower: "The temporary soup does not have enough ingredients. , Next time I will cook some Laohuo soup, drinking more will be good for your body.”

Luo Cheng glanced at the woman, drank the soup in one gulp, and began to eat.

Los Angeles, who has always been picky, didn't pick and choose this time. He didn't come to a conclusion until after a meal: "Little slave girl, your cooking skills need to be improved."

Gong Si had expected that Luo Cheng would not be able to say anything pleasant, so she answered in vain, and then hid in the kitchen to get busy.

She went out of the kitchen, but saw Luo Cheng was about to go out.

She hesitated for a while, but still followed a step and said: "Can you not make things difficult for Xiaojia?"

"She can't die for the time being. By the way, I'm going out to meet my old lover. Tonight you have to stay alone in the boudoir. Don't miss my body too much." Luo Cheng said, looking at Gong Si with pity.

Gong Si didn't know how to answer the words, she felt that she had no reason to ask to stay in Luo City, after all, their relationship was not at this level.

Sometimes she feels that she is more like an underground lover in Los Angeles.

Gong Si unknowingly followed out of the gate, stood at the gate, and watched the Los Angeles Lamborghini disappear under the colorful neon lights.A man can easily make a gorgeous turn, how about her, can she do it?

According to this situation, her marriage with Los Angeles will come to an end sooner or later.When Luocheng left without looking back, she didn't know if she could be calm and clear. After all, she and the man surnamed Luo had had that kind of skin-to-skin relationship.

The evening wind picked up Gong Si's beautiful hair, rippling strand by strand.When the wind stopped, the traces of beauty returned to calmness, and fell quietly on her thin shoulders.

The wind and shadow elongated her thin figure. From a distance, it looked like a beautiful landscape painting, like poetry and like a dream...

That night Gong Si went to bed very early, fell asleep on the bed and fell asleep drowsily.