Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

"Go on." While unpacking the inner packaging, he walked towards the living room and threw two to Gu Wanwan.

He took a bite of the chocolate-coated cake and frowned, it was too sweet and too greasy.But talking is better than nothing, he twisted the cap of the mineral water bottle, took a sip of water, and swallowed it with difficulty.

"Huh? There are really some things left." It seems that Xiaoqing's efforts to raid the village this time have yet to be strengthened.Wanwan opened her mouth in surprise, fumbled on the sofa with one hand, picked up the small package of chocolate cake, tore it open, "Ah!"

After taking a bite, she remembered the reason for this package of chocolate cake, and quickly spat it out again, asking with a bitter face, "Why did you turn out this package?"

"Can't you eat it?" Jiang Ling chewed hard twice, turned over the paper box in his hand, and checked the expiry date.The production date is 12.12.18, and the shelf life is 12 months. It should not have arrived yet.

"Oh, it's not that." Wanwan looked at the chocolate cake in her hand with a sad face, touched her hungry belly, and finally took another bite.

"What's going on?" He sat on the arm of the sofa and threw another cake over.He had had enough of the emotional surprises of the women.

He rolled his eyes and watched being hit on the forehead by the small package of cake, but he didn't dodge it. He picked it up with a sigh, held it up in front of his eyes, and looked carefully at the beautiful chocolate pie on the packaging bag, "This is A pack of chocolate cakes that are memorable."

"Your boyfriend gave you a breakup gift?" Jiang Ling finally finished the remaining half of the chocolate cake in his hand, stepped on the button of the trash can with his toe, and threw the packaging bag into it.

She gave him a sideways glance - such a cold and beautiful young man's poisonous tongue would also make him want to tear him apart.

"No, you gave it to me."

"Me?" Jiang Ling raised his eyebrows, why didn't he remember that he gave her such a nasty food?

"That's right," Wan Wan nodded with a chocolate pie in his mouth, "Don't fans often give you gifts? Those things are piled high in the corner of the lounge. Jia Nuo told me when I first went to Mingchen Said that everyone can choose a gift in there to be happy, so there." She pointed to the carton containing a dozen chocolate pies.

"Choose the first gift as a souvenir, but you actually picked this one? You like eating cakes that much?" Jiang Ling's tone sounded less friendly.

Rolling eyes wandered, a little guilty, "No, I don't know what to buy. The dolls, pillows and gingerbread houses are carefully selected for you by fans, and the shelf life of flowers is too short. If you can't keep it for two days, you have to throw it away." Her voice became lower and lower, and her head drooped smaller and smaller, "Besides, 'Haoliyou, good friend', yeah!" She made a "v" in a low voice type gesture.

What a mess, Jiang Ling frowned and rubbed her head, "Don't watch too many advertisements from now on." He took out a small box from his pocket and threw it over, "Here, let's make this a souvenir."

"What is it?" The box is very small, Wanwan instinctively stretched out her hand and carefully caught it.

The palm of the hand was opened, and in the palm of the hand was a small mint blue box, tied with a pure white ribbon, as beautiful as a gift from heaven.