Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

Wanwan held Jimo's hand on her shoulder, a little bit want to laugh, but also a little bit want to cry.

No matter how long the road ahead is, there are still these children by their side.

They refused to leave, how could they retreat first?

Jimo immediately turned on the courtesan mode, blowing kisses all over the place, "I love you too!"

Jiang Ling, Eddie and Su Jia Nuo also smiled and waved to everyone.

Wanwan looked at the surrounding situation, motioned the bodyguards to back off, and asked the children to come forward and ask for their autographs.But to prevent accidents, she still stood beside Su Jianuo and accepted the gifts from fans for him to prevent him from being injured in the crowd.

After nearly half an hour, the group photo was finished, and everyone returned to the nanny's car.

The assistant temporarily put all the gifts received in a large bamboo basket.

Wanwan flipped through it casually, and found a familiar light green notepad.She picked it up quietly and looked at it, and there was a crimson seal printed on the lower right corner of the last page, and there was a water-soaked reed in the irregular shape—it really was that Miss Reed.

This time, the painting is "Youth" from the Spring Festival Gala, but in her painting there is only Jiang Ling alone, and there are only three framed pictures next to it, and Eddie and the others are not included in the painting.But for some reason, although there are three people missing, her painting is still full of meaning. Wan Wan let the note page quickly slide, and found that the hair of the girl in the lower right corner of the self-portrait seems to have grown a bit, and has fallen to the back.

"What are you looking at?" Jimo, who was sitting next to her, leaned over.

She stuffed the little book into her pocket in a panic, "It's nothing, nothing." Miss Lu Wei's thoughts were too delicate, and her manners were too artistic, like a dim moonlit night, she couldn't help but want to cover her up, only let Jiang Ling One sees.

Jimo didn't care about her small movements. He was a little tired, so he leaned his head on her shoulder and slowly closed his eyes.

"Hey, Jimo." After a moment of silence, Gu Wanwan, who was hiding this big secret in her heart, was a little agitated. She pushed the boy who was leaning on her shoulder, "If, I mean if, if there is a fan who likes you very much , will you like her?"

Jimo leaned firmly on her shoulder without even opening his eyes, "Yes."

"I mean really like it, not your 'like'."

"My 'like' is not fake, I like pretty girls all over the world."

"Oh." Wanwan sighed, she knew she had nothing to say to this stallion.

"Don't think about it, fans don't like you to marry her back home. Do you know that distance is the origin of all beauty? You think everyone is me, even if your ears are pierced. Such a yushu is graceful and graceful in the wind..." As he spoke, he made exaggerated gestures.

Wanwan was amused by his shamelessness, and pushed him away, "Okay, I know you are the most handsome guy in the universe!" She looked at the night outside the window, her smile gradually faded, and she became serious, "No Do you know if Jiang Ling has ever loved anyone?"

"Him?" Jimo didn't sleep anymore, and made a grimace, "That kid has all four things empty and five senses are clean, and he can cut off love at any time and pass away as a flying fairy. He doesn't even love himself, so how could he love others."

"Even if you want to love, you have to have that person standing in front of him. It can't just be stored in a big box of gingerbread." Jimo added after straightening his hair in the rearview mirror.

That's right, if Miss Lu Wei has always been just a die-hard fan, standing in a large group of fans wearing ginger uniforms, how can Jiang Ling love her with the feeling of loving a person, not the feeling that an idol loves fans?

Gu Wanwan shook her head, she was thinking too much, and Miss Lu Wei might not be that kind of love, she didn't say anything.

She suddenly thought of another question, "Jimo, you see that Jiangling's gifts are usually piled up in the lounge, and I don't think he will take them. Does he not care?"

Jimo snorted softly, "He is so arrogant, there are photos of those gifts in his mobile phone, and he will look for them before the performance."

"How do you know?" Wanwan looked into his eyes in the rearview mirror in surprise, "Ah, you checked Jiangling's phone!"

"I just saw it by the way, by the way! Hey, hey, it's agreed that you won't slap people in the face, Gu Wanwan, are you still talking about morals?"