Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

"How about it, young master has taste?" Jimo raised his chin triumphantly at Wanwan.

After the two had been arguing on the lawn for a long time, he didn't know what to think, and suddenly invited her to visit his house.

Wan Wan thought that he would be fine in the afternoon anyway, so she agreed to him, but only if Jimo had to raise the top of his convertible supercar. She didn't want to be paraded in the car like a fool, surrounded by passers-by.

Jimo hugged Xiao Xing tightly with both hands, and struggled for a while against the messy hair that had stayed with the tornado scene, and finally agreed.

So, after a hurricane in the downtown area, the two of them are now standing in the center of Jimo's spacious and luxurious apartment, admiring this "masterpiece" together (this is what Jimo said, usually, it means that this The house was renovated by himself).

Jimo's apartment is in the same complex as Jihang's apartment she visited last time. The outside is a mix of modern art and high-tech made of glass steel and iris scanning special bodyguards, but the interior decoration is very different.

With her hands behind her back, she raised her head and turned around in a circle, making two "tsk tsk".

They all say that they don't decorate, and they don't know how ktv their own taste is.But when people decorate their homes, at most they decorate them into ktv boxes. How can they compare to Ji Mo, who pretends to be a ktv hall?

She looked at the built-in aquarium on the entire wall on the right. The blue water, like an enamel solution, immediately reminded her of the coconut palm sand shadow, white sand and red mountain in the South Pacific. She wanted to jump in and swim. It's a swim... Oh, no, Gu Wanwan quickly corrected her fantasy, because just now she saw a crescent-shaped tail fin gliding across the water without a sound, if her biology is not too bad , she thought it would be a great white shark.

"Speak." Ji Hang urged.

"It's too ingenious, too unique, too imaginative for ordinary people, but ordinary people can't do it!" This is what Xiaoqing learned, no matter what 21 [-], first throw a bunch of four-character idioms up to knock people unconscious.

Jimo liked this very much, he didn't notice that those few words were both good and evil, praise and derogation, so he accepted them all with a smile.

Gu Wanwan let out a deep breath, and leaned against the large leather sofa behind her that looked very comfortable.

Hey, what's that under the pillow?She casually pulled out the thing made of black cloth.

It turned out to be a pair of black stockings for women! !

Unexpectedly, Jimo still has such a life-long lover of handsome beauties and a hobby of femininity, Wan Wan looked at him with a strange smile of "brother I understand".

"Don't look at me like that," Jimo folded his arms and rubbed his goosebumps, "It's not mine, it's hers!"

She followed his outstretched arm and looked forward to the left - she saw a snow-skinned beauty wearing a bath towel and facing away from everyone, her long black hair was wet like a waterfall, her legs were long and strong, and a little transparent water The bead meanders down the back, and gradually slides to the invisible place... In the hazy mist, only half-exposed fragrant shoulders and soft waist can be vaguely seen. The scent of roses, this fragrant scene is enough to be called the waiter who is weak and weak, and the hot spring water is smooth and smooth.

"You! You!" Gu Wanwan covered his eyes with one hand, pointed to Jimo with the other and mouthed in the air, almost gushing out his reason along with the nosebleeds.

It's cruel enough to hide the beauty in the golden house, why did you specially call your manager over to watch the "juicy" beauty come out of the bath? !

But after a while, she realized that the beauty is a woman, she is also a woman, what does it matter if a woman sees a woman, so she immediately opened her fingers covering her eyes, and continued to look at the beauty through the gap between her fingers.

Before Poor Timo could speak, he was hit to the vitals by a flying wooden comb and fell down with a scream.

The murderous "Jiao" beauty didn't care at all, turned around and a wolf rushed over and punched, "Jimo, you bastard, it's okay to use up my shampoo, why do you pour hair removal cream into the empty bottle?" go?!"