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Chapter 212 The Pretentious Patient

Gong Si smiled, turned around and saw Luo Cheng looking at her with disdainful eyes, he said four words with the shape of his lips, Gong Si could see clearly, it was the words "shameless woman".

Gong Si sneered, she deliberately moved closer to Zhao Wenting, and showed him a charming smile: "The doctor is not only handsome, but also has a good temper, and the most important thing is that he has excellent medical skills, not rude. Doctor Zhao said that when I was young, I wanted to marry a doctor." .I wonder if the doctor has a girlfriend?"

Only then did Zhao Wenting feel that the atmosphere around him was not right.Luo Cheng's face was gloomy, and he stared at him coldly, sending chills down his spine.As for the palace reporter, his smile was too sweet and beautiful, but it just made him feel chilly.

"I have a girlfriend." Zhao Wenting replied out of conscience.

It's scary.The man and the woman regarded him as a sandwich biscuit, and the flames of war between them were still raging, and he might be burned to ashes in the next moment.

When Zhao Wenting was restless, Li Zheng arrived in time.

Gong Si took the opportunity to break away from Luo Cheng's control, and stepped forward to greet her.

She handed over this awkward patient in Los Angeles to the two men, and she went to deal with the chaos in the room.

After she spent half an hour cleaning up and getting rid of the bloody smell in the room, the wounds in Los Angeles had been stitched up.

"Wen Ting, tell the Palace reporter how she will take care of my daily life from now on!" Luo Cheng winked at Zhao Wenting.

Zhao Wenting understood, and said to Gong Si: "First, Young Master Luo has lost a lot of blood, and he needs to take good care of his body. Don't let Young Master Luo get too excited, such as some negative emotions such as anger; second, Young Master Luo has a burn on his forehead. , don't get wet, Gong Reporter had better serve Luo Shao to wash his face, brush his teeth and take a bath every day while Luo Shao recovers from his injury..."

"He was hurt on his forehead, but he didn't hurt his limbs. He needs my help to take a bath. Why don't he just chop off his own hands and become disabled!" Gong Si said and walked away, too lazy to listen to one, two, three, four, five... …

"Reporter Gong, there are still eight precautions!" Zhao Wenting shouted towards Gong Si's back.

Unexpectedly, Gong Si ran faster and disappeared without a trace.

Zhao Wenting looked at Luo Cheng in embarrassment, and Luo Cheng waved at him: "Go back, I can't do anything right. Secretary Li, you should go back to rest early too. Remember to collect all the criminal evidence of the Gong reporter. The desk lamp has her fingerprints. That's ironclad proof, don't lose it!"

"Yes, Mr. Luo." Li Zheng packed up the so-called incriminating evidence, and then left Luo Zhai, a place of right and wrong, with Zhao Wenting.

Seeing Gong Si dawdling in the courtyard deliberately, Luo Cheng simply raised his voice, "Reporter Gong, come in and help me take a bath!"

Gong Si rolled her eyes angrily.Previously, it seemed that it was because of serving this man to take a bath that he was bleeding profusely. Isn't Luo City afraid that she will kill him again?

"I am a wounded patient. If you are not careful in serving you, you will definitely have to sue. Don't forget, Li Zheng has evidence of your crime in his hand, so please take it easy!" Luo Cheng said, and the woman who walked three steps away wave.

Gong Si reluctantly walked up to Luo Cheng, and Luo Cheng unceremoniously put her shoulders on her shoulders, putting his whole body weight on her, and went to the bathroom with her "support".

Those who don't know will think that Luo Cheng's injury is his leg, but in fact, this person's injury is only his forehead, and he can really pretend!
"Hurry up and wash, I'll go to bed first." Gong Si wanted to leave after finishing speaking.

"You want to shirk your responsibility when you commit a crime?!" Luo Cheng quickly grabbed Gong Si's neck and asked in a deep voice. . . .

(End of this chapter)