Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

what? !

Gu Wanwan stood up abruptly, forgetting the several kilograms of plaster on her neck.

"Don't worry, don't worry," Jimo was still swaying and playing his hand, smiling calmly, "Although Jiang Ling is not as handsome and suave as my young master, I am still good looking. Even with big dark circles on my eyes, I can still see."

"Don't be kidding!" Wanwan was really anxious, "How could he hit Jiangling?! Is Jiangling okay? Why didn't you stop him?"

Jimo shook his head with a "tsk tut", "It's rare for my brother to be angry at the crown and become a confidante. If you know that confidante has such an attitude, I don't know how sad it must be."

It turned out that after she passed out that day, Jiang Ling immediately sent her to the H City Hospital, and Jimo, who received a call from the public relations, sent his brother a text message to inform him of the emergency.Unexpectedly, Ji Hang took his personal doctor to fly directly to the roof apron of the hospital that night to pick her up and go back to City C.And Jiang Ling, who just went to the window to get medicine, opened the door and saw the empty hospital bed, and was severely punched by Ji Hang, and the bodyguards beside him were still standing stupidly before they had time to fight.

"Wow..." Gu Wanwan was a little overwhelmed for a while, she was still in the urban entertainment version, but in a blink of an eye she was in the 007 special agent version, with helicopters, private bodyguards and so on, she was a little dizzy.

"You mean, your brother brought my personal doctor and bodyguards to lift me directly to the rooftop helicopter in the ward, and before leaving, he punched Jiang Ling in front of the bodyguards?" Trying to clear his mind, Gu Wanwan I found that the whole thing was even more wrong, it was like the rhythm of playboys robbing civilian girls.

"Bingo!" Jimo triumphantly "swiped" the scattered cards together, not ashamed but proud.

She rubbed her forehead, "Then I have to apologize to Jiang Ling."

"That's right! I agree with both hands." As he spoke, he really raised his hands. "But someone needs to do his ideological work. As far as I know, my brother hasn't told anyone in the past twenty years. Excuse me, please tell me who should be the person who persuades him to eat crabs?"

Jimo glanced at her and touched his chin again. The four characters "I love to watch operas" were written all over his beautiful melon-seeded face.

"Then what... your brother is so busy, I'll try my best to apologize to Jiang Ling on his behalf." When it came to persuading Mr. Cheng Jihang, the president of Bingshan, to apologize to others, Gu Wanwan hesitated again and again, and couldn't help but retreat.

It's just that she was beaten by someone, and she couldn't go anywhere on the hospital bed with her head covered in plaster. She said a lot, but in the end she was asked to apologize for others.

After recovering from her illness, she will go to Putuo Mountain to ask for a lottery, and ask the master to consecrate her, sprinkle water to drive away the bad luck, and burn incense sticks for money, so that she can go anywhere in the future. Bring four cool black-clothed bodyguards, that's all Happy to decide!

"So Jiang Ling is alright except for a little bit of disfigurement?" After touching the phone and sending Jiang Ling a message of condolence and apology with difficulty, she was still a little worried and asked Jimo again.

"Look for yourself." Jimo was very refreshing, and threw his mobile phone over again.

Wan Wan reached out to grab it, but she was not skilled enough, and the tempered glass screen of the iPhone hit her on the head again with a "slap".

She must be reciting words, definitely!

Lifting the phone up to her eyes, she could see the screen clearly, it was a big frontal photo of Jiang Ling, otherwise the iPhone screen is good, the cyan scar on his eye frame was lifelike, it was so clear.

Gu Wanwan sighed deeply, bearing this injury, how could she face the media.

Also, how could there be such an artist under her command as Ji Mo, taking high-definition uncensored photos of her companion's injured face, wouldn't it seem too gloating?