Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

In the empty private hall, the crystal chandelier hangs high, reflecting the clean granite floor.

The waiter who was standing behind had already left at some point, only the exciting sound of the grand piano could be heard in the distance.

The two people who were kissing were immersed in the small world without realizing it, and they didn't notice anything.

After a long time, Ji Hang was finally able to walk out "normally". He tore off the snow-white napkin that hung around his legs, and hugged his arms tightly. Confused, Gu Wanwan waved her hand at the waiter who was standing quietly in the corner, signaling him to tell the driver to drive the car out.

Of course, the restaurant is above the five-star hotel, so he can go directly upstairs if it is convenient.

But how could Cheng Jihang, who has always been a perfectionist, allow the "first time" to happen in a dirty hotel room covered with skin flakes and bodily fluids of countless people?

As for why he didn't pick on the place where the "first time" almost happened - Gu Wanwan's shabby private rental house - it can only be said that sometimes, men don't think with their brains from above, but from below. of.

Just when everything was about to enter the port perfectly as Mr. Boss had planned, his cell phone started to ring.

The ringtone is ordinary, the original ringtone from Apple.

The phone is not ordinary, it is his private phone, and there are no more than ten people in the whole world who have his private phone number.

However, Cheng Jihang didn't even have the intention of picking it up to see who was calling, the moment his slender and strong fingers grasped the phone case, he threw the phone out.

The ringtone stopped abruptly with the torn apart screen.

However, what was annoying was that almost the moment his phone stopped ringing, Gu Wanwan's phone rang again.

And her ringtone didn't sound so comfortable, "Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." is this year's Divine Comedy this year's Divine Comedy".

Cheng Jihang roughly opened her big bag.

There are a lot of sundries in the bag, so naturally it doesn't look so neat and tidy. Ji Hang frowned, hesitating whether it would be easier to just throw the whole bag down from the [-]th floor, but Gu Wanwan was awakened by the familiar ringtone. Back to a little rational.Although her limbs were still weak and she couldn't stand up straight, she could only stand next to him, but she still took out her mobile phone accurately.

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He raised his eyebrows, thinking of the past when a certain little secretary who was not afraid of death painstakingly popularized "every grain is hard work" for him.

At that time, how innocent and simple she was, all the good feelings were clearly displayed in the clear pupils.

He couldn't help being shocked. If he hadn't listened to Jiang Yun's advice and let her go and let her choose the path she wanted to take, wouldn't he have to bear so many days and nights of longing?

The little woman in his arms was obviously able to be squeezed and rounded by him to get whatever he wanted.

However, even now, it is not too late.

For him, Cheng Jihang, it was never too late.

As long as he wants something, he will be able to get it.

The slender and flexible fingers clasped around Wanwan's waist tightened three points in an instant.