Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

It's over, when was the purse cut open?

She turned around in a hurry, the invitation letter was still in her wallet, and her mobile phone was gone. She picked up the bottom of the purse and poured out all the contents with a "swipe" to make sure there was nothing in it except two packs of handmade almond cookies and paper towels. All gone.

No, be calm!Sitting cross-legged on the side of the road, leaning forward, pressing the index fingers of both hands against the temples, closing the eyes, and forcing myself to calm down.

When was the last time she reached for her purse?When buying coffee?When buying pizza?When buying ice cream?When buying chocolate?Or when buying juice?Thinking back, she found in despair that after buying coffee, she took out a fifty-euro bill for convenience and put it in her trouser pocket, and never checked her purse again.

She sighed and buried her face in her hands. She didn't even have money on her to take a taxi to the show.

With her right hand unconsciously touching the pocket of her jeans, she took out a 5 Euro note, two golden 50 cents and a brass 5 cent coin.Maybe she can give Cheng Jihang a call?But she tried her best to think about it, and found that she only remembered the tin man and bbb that lingered in front of her eyes, but she couldn't remember the 11 digits they represented.

What about Jiang Yun's?She lowered her head and thought for a while, then suddenly remembered that she had written her number on the note back then.

Flipping through the sticky notes in a hurry, she found the familiar handwriting.

After a long wait for the ringtone, the phone was finally connected. She hurriedly told her about her plight, "Miss Jiang? Someone pick me up at the entrance of the show and I'll..."

She could clearly hear the voice of a strange woman opposite Cheng Jihang talking in Italian, but she couldn't hear Jiang Yun's response.

"Miss Jiang? Are you there? I'm Gu Wanwan, hello?" She tentatively called twice, but still didn't get any response.

Probably the mobile phone was mistakenly connected in the bag.Seeing that a lot of coins exchanged for 5 euros were eaten by the public phone one by one, but there was no response from the other side, she had to hang up the phone and reinsert the coins before calling.

This time, however, no one answered the phone.

Holding the remaining coins in disappointment, she leaned against the wall of the phone booth and sighed again. After Ji Hang found out that he let him go, would he be so angry that he would not even pay her the hotel accommodation fee and just leave her in Milan? ?

Hey, what is another piece of cardboard?Her fingers in her pocket touched an unfamiliar object, she took it out strangely, and found that it was a piece of white cardboard, less than the size of her palm, with obvious marks of using scissors on the edge, and only A set of numbers was scrawled in blue ballpoint pen.

Oh, this is the phone number of the uncle driver!

Gu Wanwan jumped up immediately, she could ask him to pick her up and go to the hotel to pay the bill later!

After hanging up the phone, sure enough, 15 minutes later, a white taxi with a lot of mud on its surface turned into the alley in the style of "taxi express", and then turned 180 degrees in front of her and stopped suddenly.

He smiled and pulled the invisible skirt and made a curtsy, which was a classic line in an Italian movie "Good morning, princess!"

After getting in the car, she found that the Japanese lady she met at the airport last night was sitting in the co-pilot. She turned her head and nodded to her, with a shy but charming smile on her face.

Gu Wanwan immediately forgot about her slashed purse, blinked her big eyes from the driver's face to the Japanese lady's face, clapped her hands and booed immediately.

The Japanese lady bowed her head shyly, but the driver showed the usual affectionate gesture of an Italian man, turning the steering wheel with his left hand, and imprinted a deep kiss on their clasped hands.

What a beautiful love, she exhaled deeply, when Cheng Jihang put on the suit jacket that Jiang Yun had chosen for him, and she stood on tiptoe to straighten his tie in front of the full-length mirror, did the two have such a sweet atmosphere?