Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

When the alarm rang the next day, Cheng Jihang was no longer by her side.

Gu Wanwan reached out and touched the other side of the cold bed, sighed leisurely, got up and changed all the sheets, and dragged them again.

The toast was baked in the bread machine, and she took a cup of hot milk and poured a small half of it into the small light yellow plate that Gugu Chicken usually drank. She tore the bread with both hands and ate it one by one.

"Guguji, if my sister resigns, she will have to move again. Moving is so troublesome."

"It would be great if you grew up a bit, and you can carry a small box for me."

"Guguji, did you see the brother who came to our house yesterday? Do you like him? Should I like him?"

She babbled and fed some bread to Gu Gu Chicken.

But Cuckoo Chicken found that his toy was trampled, and he was very unhappy. He twittered all morning, not only refused the bread and milk, but also flapped his feet and flapped his wings back and forth on the milky-white dining table and lost his temper. When Wan Wan wanted to stuff the bread into its mouth, it turned around and pecked her finger with its thin, pointed beak.

Gu Wanwan had a sloppy breakfast, packed her things and went to work.

She went half an hour earlier than usual, and used the office computer to type out a formal resignation letter before the president came.

But Cheng Jihang skipped the ticket again today, she waited and waited in the office but didn't see him.

It was only when Amanda came back from a business trip in the afternoon that she learned that the president had left for London in the early hours of this morning due to personal reasons.

Holding the big white envelope with the resignation letter in both hands, she stood in front of Amanda's desk, hesitating whether to hand over the resignation letter to her directly, so that she would not have to face Cheng Jihang by herself.

Amanda glanced at the envelope in her hand, stopped typing on the computer keyboard with both hands, took a sip from the coffee cup on the table, and slightly relaxed her nerves.

Her shoulders were still straight, her eyelashes with perfect makeup blinked, she looked up at Gu Wanwan, "Do you know what the president is going to do in London?"

Gu Wanwan shook her head.

Amanda put down the coffee cup leisurely, "He went for Miss Jiang."

"Miss Jiang?" She had never heard anything about this young lady.

Amanda made a perfectly surprised expression, "Don't you know her? Miss Jiang Yun and the president are childhood sweethearts, and the two parents are also friends for many years. Miss Jiang lives in the UK and is the principal violinist of the London Philharmonic Orchestra. I heard that She plans to go back to China to build a personal studio, and the president went there this time to help her deal with the real estate there."

Wanwan nodded, but she still didn't quite understand what Amanda meant when she said this to her.

Amanda smiled, "You will probably be busy in the next half month. Ms. Jiang has been away from China for many years, and many trivial matters need to be taken care of. Hotel reservations and restaurant reservations are all your business. Ms. Jiang is used to finding the president to accompany her to go shopping Shopping, if the president is too busy, it's your turn to accompany her."

While listening to her, Gu Wanwan subconsciously grasped the resignation letter with her hand behind her back. Since she has tasks scheduled for a while, she can't resign now.

Just when she was about to turn around and look up Jiang Yun's background information to familiarize herself with the "future employer", Amanda suddenly said, "You have to be careful, Miss Jiang's taste is very good."

She was startled, there seemed to be some hidden meaning in Amanda's words.