BOSS Order: Confused Wife Proposes Wrong Marriage

Mi Xiaojia smiled when he heard the words, and replied proudly: "You don't want to implicate me and run to my house? Forget it, we have such a strong relationship, if you want to die, I will definitely jump into the river with you, and I will never live alone—— —”

"Okay, you will say that you run faster than anyone else when you have something to do. Let's eat first, and let's not talk about these unappetizing things." Gong Si said and carried a lot of braised pork to Mi Xiaojia.

This woman is a carnivore, the kind who doesn't like meat.

After eating, the two women huddled together chatting and laughing. Tired of talking, they hugged each other and fell asleep.

The next day, Gong Si washed up and went out of the living room, only to see Mi Xiaojia hurriedly turn off the TV.The appearance of her trying to cover her face made Gong Si feel suspicious, Gong Si snatched the remote control, and the TV was rebroadcasting the entertainment news from last night, but it was the beautiful couple of Luo Cheng and Leng Xue.

Mi Xiaojia snatched the remote control again, coughed lightly and said, "Hey, don't be distracted when you are going to work, and don't have any car accidents. If you get into a car accident, I don't have the money to treat you, and I'm afraid I won't have the money to bury you... ..."

"Curse me early in the morning, I don't know what you're worried about. Let's go, it's important to go to work." Gong Si went out first, still wearing the old-fashioned suit, the old-fashioned bun, and the typical old-woman image.

Mi Xiaojia worriedly comforted Gong Si again, and hurried to catch the bus until he ran out of time.

Gong Si rushed to the magazine office in time, and Luo Cheng arrived at the editor's office early in the morning. Other than that, the magazine office was surprisingly quiet, and nothing seemed to happen, so she was relieved.

Just as she was seriously writing the manuscript, her mobile phone rang like a death talisman, and the caller was Mi Xiaojia.

Gong Si just answered the phone, and Mi Xiaojia wailed on the other end of the phone: "Si Si, what should I do? I was suddenly fired and I had to go home and eat myself. Our manager also said that I was not making friends. Shen, the first thing I thought of was you, a dead girl who killed thousands of knives. What should I do, do I have to rob the bank to pay my rent, utilities..."

Gong Si didn't know how to comfort Mi Xiaojia, she raised her eyes to look in the direction of the editor's office, and saw Luo Cheng standing by the window looking in her direction.

"Xiaojia, I won't let you lose your job. Don't worry, wait until I figure this out before making any plans. Wait until I call back, and don't think about committing suicide by jumping off a building..."

"No, I have a fear of heights, if I take sleeping pills, it won't hurt that way." Mi Xiaojia interrupted Gong Si.

Gong Si had no choice but to hang up the phone directly. How could Mi Xiaojia look like someone who just lost his job?I also know that I have a fear of heights, so I really convinced that dead woman.

After hanging up the phone, Gong Si made a cup of coffee, brought it into the editor's office, and closed the office door, blocking the probing eyes of the troublemakers.

She put the coffee in front of Luo Cheng, and said in a low voice, "This is the hot coffee Mr. Luo likes."

Luo Cheng glanced at the hot coffee lightly, but didn't make a sound.

For a while, the office was dead silent, and neither of them planned to speak.

"The grievances between me and Mr. Luo, I hope Mr. Luo will not involve other people. Xiaojia is innocent. She has made me this unlucky friend in her life, and I always cause her troubles. Just let her go and come to me if you have anything to do." Gong Si opened her lips softly, and was the first to break the silence.

She has no bargaining chip in her hand, and Los Angeles is not a philanthropist, so she is not sure.

"Are you begging me?" Luo Cheng's cool lips parted slightly, looking at Gong Si with a smile on his face.