Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

When the silence between the two finally solidified into a river, Ji Hang stood up from the darkness, nodded slowly, "Okay."

He approached, twisted the lock, and pulled down the chain, but instead of opening the wooden door, he took half a step back and looked at her quietly.

Holding the long sword that was slightly warm in his arms, he walked slowly to the wooden door, raised his hand and gently pulled the wooden door that opened when he pushed it, but he didn't know why, and he didn't push it open immediately and walked out. Just standing in the wooden cage against the door, looking at Ji Hang through the railing.

"Cheng...Ji Hang," she mustered up the courage to look into his eyes, "You are different tonight, aren't you?"

His obsidian-like eyes blocked all the light, and a sneer flashed on the corner of his thin lips, "I'm not happy."

"Why don't you..."

"Why am I unhappy?" He cut her off, repeated the question softly and playfully, raised his eyebrows mockingly, and looked into her eyes, "Don't you know?"

She dug her fingers into the wooden railing.

This time, he didn't wait for her answer.

After taking two steps, Ji Hang paused again, without looking back, "Because I made a wrong decision at the beginning."

Voice behind, no more hesitation.

Gu Wanwan stared blankly at his receding back, silent for a long time, until her eyes could no longer distinguish the difference between the night and the human figure, she lowered her head and pushed open the wooden door that had been removed from the chain, and sat down in the place where Ji Hang had just sat. sitting at the wooden table.

The charcoal-roasted whole lamb still smells delicious, but she has lost her appetite.

Putting the sword on the table sullenly, she took out mineral water from her bag and took a sip slowly.

"Wanwan, why are you left alone? Where's my brother?" Jimo was still so elusive, and jumped out of nowhere.

"Let's go." She leaned her head on the table with her arms, a little listless.

"Oh, what's wrong with you, are you sick? Don't be sick, let's go fishing. I paid special attention to the pond when I came here. There are a lot of fish in it." Jimo stood still and was not honest, while jumping up and down, He reached out and shoved her shoulder hard.

Wanwan was pushed back and forth on the table by him, but she still didn't want to get up, and only answered vaguely.

If only she could be as heartless as Jimo, his tone is always so cheerful and cheerful, as if a child has just opened his eyes and is full of curiosity and joy about everything in the world.

Seeing that she didn't respond after pushing her for a long time, he came around to the side of the table again, opened her lightly closed eyelids with his fingers, and blew air into them.

Wan Wan was completely defeated by him, so she rubbed her eyes and sat up, "It's so late, the fish are all asleep, they won't be able to take the bait, don't worry about it."

"Go, go, look, I have prepared the bait." Ji Mo persisted, and even pulled her to show her the bait he had prepared - two bowls full of mutton slices, "One bowl for the fish Eat, we can eat a bowl by ourselves."

"Can fish eat lamb?" She was a little uncertain.

Jimo, however, took it for granted, "Sure, this mutton is very delicious. I asked the chef to hide a few catties for me after roasting. You can try it." As he spoke, he squeezed the mutton into her mouth with one hand deliver.

Wanwan chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed it. It tasted really good.

"How's it going, isn't it delicious?" Jimo was complacent, and he squeezed a small pinch into his mouth, chewing with his cheeks puffed up, and showing off to her vaguely how superb his fishing skills are.

When Gu Wanwan was interrupted by him, she lost her sad atmosphere at all, so she could only sit with him by the pond, feeding the mosquitoes while fishing for fish who slept in an unknown cave.

"Where's Eddie? I haven't seen him tonight." She turned around and scanned the circle to make sure he wasn't with Sukarno Jiangling and the others.

"He," Jimo said, raising his head to catch the mutton slices he threw into the air with his mouth, completely ignoring his suggestion that the fisherman almost ate up all the bait, "he didn't participate in the party at all. Let’s just say I’m tired and rest in the guest room.”