The Little Cutie is Taken Away by the Paranoid Male God

Luo Ci yawned slightly, and there were some physiological tears at the end of her eyes.

The original owner didn't rest last night, and this incident happened again today, so I'm a little sleepy now.

Girls are naturally sleepy in this body now.

She just frowned lightly for what Chiu Chiu said, and there was no other reaction.

A brisk Japanese ringtone rang, and Luo Ci picked up the phone.

It is Luo Chuan.

"Hello, brother?" He said hello to the person on the other end of the phone very naturally, in a familiar tone in the voice of a little milk that hadn't slept well.

As if she was the original owner herself.

Maybe she is.

"Cici didn't read Weibo, right? If you read it, don't take it to heart. Cici is the best, and my brother will take care of everything." Luo Chuan was very concerned about his sister who was four years younger than him.

If it weren't for the company's business, he would definitely come back now.

"Cic is all right, brother, don't worry about me! Come back early to rest after work today!"

The other party said a few more words before finally hanging up with some reluctance.

Luo Ci has been well-behaved and cute since she was a child, and there are few times when she is naughty, which makes the Luo family, who already likes girls, even more spoiled.

For my own little princess, even if she was filming, she carefully checked the script to see if there were any ambiguous and intimate scenes, for fear of being taken advantage of by outsiders.

Tweet couldn't help but said, "Can I also call the host Cici?"

Luo Ci lightly nodded, "Of course you can."

"The porcelain has been integrated so quickly. I'm also worried that there will be a situation like what the predecessors said, and their hosts will be suspected by the characters of the plane."

Luo Ci returned to the room with the phone, hugged the small quilt, and yawned again, her voice soft, "Because I am Luo Ci."

Chiu Chiu was a little suspicious.

What does it mean.

Is it because of the same name?

It doesn't think about the simplest at all.

"I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep."

With the sound of sleepy milk, the girl cuddled in the quilt and slept contentedly.

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the other side.

Rockwell Group President's Office.

Luo Chuan was not alone in the office, there was a delicate and handsome man sitting on the black leather sofa.

The skin is very white, but it is not feminine, and the dark pupils are mysterious and silent like the night, without waves, and the light inside is unpredictable.

He propped his white chin loosely, with a languid and indifferent posture.

It wasn't until after Luo Chuan got on the phone that there was a cute little milk voice.

Shen Jun unconsciously sat up straighter, no longer so lazy.

When Luo Chuan hung up the phone, he asked unintentionally, "Your sister?"

Luo Chuan glanced at Shen Jun, sighed, thought about it, and asked, "I have to trouble you at that time, and help me take care of porcelain in the circle."

Shen Jun twisted the hand beside him lightly, and said in a casual tone like usual, "Okay."

However, his eyes were dark and dark with some unknown meaning, and there was a cold, thin smile on the corners of his lips.

The weak-tempered actor was suddenly aroused by interest.

He was looking forward to the owner of the voice.

However, it was hidden in the subconscious, so that Luo Chuan could not notice it.

Luo Chuan pinched his eyebrows tiredly, "Cicci was targeted before she even entered the crew. I don't believe it was a list that was accidentally leaked."

A look of coldness flashed across his eyes, don't let him find out.