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Gong Si hugged Luo Cheng's thigh and wiped her snot, "It's very simple. It's a pity that Mr. Luo lost a toy in this way."

Luo Cheng frowned, watching the woman use the corners of his trousers as a rag, a bit unbearable.

He pushed the woman away in disgust: "You're so dirty, are you a woman?" He thought that Gong Si was a woman with image, but dirty was unbearable.

Gong Si secretly smiled in her heart, she did it on purpose just now, of course the dirty things were rewarded to Luo Cheng, the bad bastard, it would be best to pass on the cold to him as well.

"My head hurts..." She collapsed on the armchair, half-closed her beautiful eyes, looking at the clouds in the sky, her body also felt light, as if she was about to fly.

There was a small smile on her lips, like a daisy blooming in the wilderness, with a little elegance and fragile beauty.

Luo Cheng unconsciously paused his gaze, his eyes were deep, and his breathing was unknowingly stagnant...

"If I accidentally die, who will remember that there was such a me in this world." Gong Si murmured softly, suddenly thinking of her mother, the only relative with whom she was related by blood in this world.

"As soon as I get sick, I start to think wildly. I can't bear women's constant sorrow!" Luo Cheng took off his suit and put it on Gong Si's body, speaking in a rough voice.

"Luo always doesn't understand. Natural disasters happen all the time. Now I have a cold. The next moment, Mr. Luo may be crushed to death by a flowerpot..." Before Gong Si finished speaking, she was severely beaten by Luo Cheng. Knocked once.

"Why are you beating me, a patient?" Gong Si was slightly annoyed, her lifeless beautiful eyes were both angry and angry, adding a bit of the graceful charm of a little daughter's family.

"You are a patient who knows how to curse me to die early. It seems that the illness is not too serious. Don't worry, if you die, I will send someone to send flowers to your grave every year, so that you can do a good job as a ghost." Luo As Cheng said, he simply squeezed and sat down next to Gong Si, almost squeezing the woman into a meatloaf.

Gong Si retreated and gave in, and finally got angry.The armchair is so small, why would Los Angeles compete for a seat with a patient like her?

She shrunk her body, nestled in the corner, and simply let Luo Cheng sit down.

"That's why you say that women are petty, and they get angry just like this. Isn't that just sitting in your seat? You have to know that it is your blessing to have a big man like me sitting on the same chair with you. Not every woman is like this." Do you understand?" Luo Cheng lightly pinched the woman's cold jade cheeks, he really didn't understand why he was so angry.

It is an eternal truth that women are difficult to serve as animals.

"Why did you just send flowers instead of visiting the grave in person?" Gong Si asked curiously, remembering the topic just now.

"I'm young, promising, handsome and steady. If I go to your grave and you see that I'm so excited and want to be with me even if I'm a ghost, then I won't be crushed by ghosts? Reporter Gong, you must look very good as a ghost." Ugly." At the end, Luo Cheng added.

Gong Si opened her small mouth and was suddenly speechless.

"Then will you marry again?" Gong Si said, climbed onto Luo Cheng's lap, and sat down in a comfortable seat.

She put her head on Luo Cheng's chest again, and leaned on it comfortably, and suddenly felt very happy sitting by her husband like this.

That's right, Los Angeles is her husband, not only in the legal sense, but also in the sense of life, this man is invading her everything bit by bit.