Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

"Cheng Jimo! You boy, stop! I must beat you up today, or I won't be named Gu!"

"Wanwan, I love you the most. I love your hair, your eyes, and your fingertips... Ouch! Don't throw your slippers here. I'm not great enough to even love your slippers."

"This is my party dues for this month, I'll leave it to you! Wait, there's still this one!"

"Give the party dues to Secretary Jiang, don't give it to me... Ah! I said don't give it to me, don't try to use money to corrupt good party cadres..."

Jiang Yun usually belonged to the team chasing Jimo and beating him. It was rare to be able to watch the show as a bystander. He was holding a large bag of potato chips, sitting cross-legged on the sofa and smilingly watching the two of them jumping around. Running from one end of the living room to the other and back again.

Although Jimo has been tried and tested for a long time, it is easy to move and flip, but he has just dressed up and poured half a bottle of styling water on his hair, and he is about to go to the "Seed Cake Xishi" on West Second Street to buy a hundred sesame cakes. .

Now that he has the supreme principle of "the head can be broken, the hair can flow and the hairstyle can't be messed up", it is inevitable that he will be hindered during the running process, and he is about to be caught by Gu Wanwan.

"Wukong, save me!" He put his hand on the back of the sofa, leaped over Jiang Yun and hid behind her.

Jiang Yun was slowly biting the potato chips with one hand, and quickly moved away, "I'm not Wukong."

"I... I am Huaguo Shanshui... Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven in Water Curtain Cave!" Gu Wanwan was exhausted, unable to cross the sofa handsomely like Jimo, so he had to lean on the back of the chair and bend over to pant heavily, but Hearing someone calling Wukong, he still struggled to make a name for himself.

"Then, that black fur monster save me!"

"You are the black bear monster!" As expected, Jiang Yun was trained in ballet since she was a child. Her body flexibility is beyond anyone's comprehension. She didn't turn her head back, her toes were straight, and she slashed backwards from her shoulder.

"Ow!"

Oh yeah, ten!

"Easy... lighten!"

Gu Wanwan let out a "hum", but her subordinates still relaxed their strength.

But Jimo was really squeamish, Wan Wan and Jiang Yun took turns, and finally let him press the ice pack by himself.

"Honey, I'm sick, so I won't go to the evening activities?" Ji Mo lay flat on the sofa, pressing the ice pack on his forehead with his right hand, and smiled meanly at her.

"Don't think about it." Gu Wanwan was not at all moved by this smile that was shaking her head and almost drooling at her face, and rejected his request without hesitation.

She turned around and sat down on the floor in front of the sofa, reached out and grabbed a handful of potato chips from the bag of potato chips held by Jiang Yun next to her and stuffed them into her mouth.

When Jimo was a child, he definitely belonged to the kind of kid who "don't care if it's okay, grab him and beat him up", because he might have stabbed a basket somewhere.

There is also Jiang Ling, there is still room for change if he does not accept "unprofessional interviews", but he has already said that he will not even appear in the variety show promotion, how can this work.He is still a rookie, and his new album will hit the charts next month, so how could he not promote it everywhere?

Moreover, after the media conference, she read the reports of various media, and almost all of them were cold headlines such as "Jiangling is playing a big game and rejecting media propaganda".

It's been decades of hard work, and I went back to before liberation overnight!

The more she thought about it, the more hopeless she became, and she was so sad that she couldn't even eat potato chips.

Jiang Yun looked at her frowning face, secretly turned her head and shook Jimo's leg vigorously, then wiped her neck and threatened him lip-syncing for a long time.

Jimo was so annoyed that he pressed the ice pack with both hands and closed his eyes forcefully. The eyeballs spun dozens of times under the closed eyelids, and finally a small light bulb lit up on the top of his head.

"Wanwan, or else I..."

"Can this work?"

After listening to this long piece of nonsense gesticulating, Gu Wanwan raised her eyebrows into a question mark.

Jiang Yun licked her fingers with the strong Italian red stew flavor, shrugged, "I don't know, let's try it, anyway, now the main purpose is to use a new hot spot to cover up the negative news about Jiangling."