Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

After being put in this way, the more Gu Wanwan thought about it, the more angry she felt, no matter what, she couldn't spare Jim Mo, a bastard, but she was also afraid that Ji Hang would answer the call.So she dawdled on the terrace for another half an hour, until she ate up the bunch of sour dates, and then she mustered up the courage to make another call.

This time, she held her breath very calmly, holding her breath and waiting for the person on the other end of the microphone to speak first.

"Wanwan, did you have a good trip?" The voice on the phone was overwhelmed, and it sounded like Cheng Jimo, who was full of bad stomachs.

"Happy with your size, Jimo, let me tell you..."

"Hey," Jimo pulled the phone away from his ear, "Wanwan, let me remind you first, there is no road over there, you have to rely on me if you want to come back. As for me, I am in a bad mood these days. It's not that good, you know, when people are in a bad mood, they don't want to do anything."

Gu Wanwan gritted her teeth, "Go to hell! I won't be so spineless and beg you!" In order to enhance the sound effect, she deliberately dropped a small piece of wood next to her before hanging up the phone, intending to create the sound of dropping the phone. Feel it.

Ms. Gu Wanwan, who had accomplished nothing and had an empty stomach, just slipped down from the balcony in such a resentful way, and bumped into Jiang Ling who was drying her hair with a big towel.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Ling's attitude was also very unfriendly. The moment he saw her, he frowned, "Why are you still here?"

Banana you an apple!Is she ugly?Why does everyone hate her so much?

Wanwan felt that her young heart had been hit hard, and she sat down beside the sofa with her head down.

Jiang Ling thought she was crying, so it was not good to urge her to leave, so he put the towel for wiping her hair on top of her head.

Gu Wanwan pulled down the towel with a little shampoo scent in a daze, not knowing what he meant.

But Jiang Ling didn't mention driving her away anymore, so she just kept silent.

The two of them spent most of the morning in such an extremely boring manner, and Gu Wanwan's stomach soon started to growl again.

"Jiang Ling," she carefully reached out to pull his clothes, "I... I'm hungry again."

"You..." The blond boy gritted his teeth and endured it, but finally he couldn't hold back, "What on earth are you chasing all this way from City C for?"

Well, she swears to God, she doesn't want to be so sharp-mouthed, thick-skinned, and hollow-bellied like a starving ghost, but she hasn't even solved the problem of food and clothing, how can you let her have the time to do ideological work for others!

While biting his fingers and muttering, his stomach is still "gurgling" along with the sound. There is really nothing more tragic than this in the world.

Hey, Gu Wanwan touched her stomach strangely, the sound just now didn't seem to come from her stomach.

She looked up curiously at the boy sitting on the opposite chair.

It turned out that the singer's stomach playing level is only so good, and it doesn't sound much better than her, who is tone-deficient.

Perhaps the part she was focusing on was too embarrassing, Jiang Ling endured it for a long time, and finally blushed and threw a pillow over, "What are you looking at!"

Don't slander people, she is not so impure in thinking, okay!Gu Wanwan caught it with both hands before the pillow patted her face for a tenth of a second. While defending, she secretly peeked out an eye from the edge of the pillow and glanced at a certain part again.

Besides, full of warmth and thoughts of lust, full of warmth and thoughts of lust, this is not "full and warm", how can she still think about "thinking of lust"?

"Look at it!"