Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

When the three of them went downstairs, they found that Jimo was driving a sapphire blue two-seat Lamborghini supercar today, and he couldn't sit down.

"The other cars seem to be under warranty." Jimo shook the car keys in his hand, "I'll call my brother later."

After hanging up the phone, Jimo winked at Jiang Yun, the two got into the car, Jimo started the engine, Gu Wanwan took two steps back, not knowing what he meant.

But before she could ask, Jimo stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.

"Hi!" Wanwan yelled, looking at the beautiful rear of the Lamborghini.

Jimo's voice came intermittently in the high-speed sports car, "My brother is at home, and he is about to go out, let him see you off!"

"But I don't know where I'm going!"

While speaking, the Bentley had already disappeared at the end of the road, and the unfinished words disappeared completely like a kite with a broken string.

So Gu Wanwan had no choice but to scratch his head, wandering around the exit of the underground garage alone, waiting for Ji Hang to appear.

"Get in the car." At some point, a black Rolls-Royce limousine stopped quietly beside him, and the rear window slid down, revealing Cheng Jihang's cold and serious face.

"Oh," she was a little nervous, and walked around to the door opened by the driver, "Thank you, Cheng...Ji Hang."

She tried her best to show a smile by pulling the corners of her lips. Changing the address was at least the first step for her to change the distance between the two.

Cheng Jihang glanced at her indifferently, then continued to look down at the company report without saying anything.

Wanwan had no choice but to turn her head and look out the window.

The acacias all over the street have not bloomed, and the green leaves are long and dense, like a green cloud hanging in the sky.

The wind in early spring is still a bit chilly.

On the corner of the street, a snowman with half of his body missing was pushed, and the hat on his head was crookedly covering its entire head.

She has left Suntech.

It's all... completely different from the day they left his apartment for her house in this car.

Gu Wanwan tugged on the somewhat thin denim jacket.

The restaurant that Jiang Yun booked was very high-end, it was the kind of western restaurant where each dish had to be paired with different wines to enjoy the best taste of a meal and cost an ordinary person's salary.If it was normal, Wanwan would definitely try to straighten her waist and watch others how to use knives and forks, take a bite slowly and then close her eyes and pretend to praise how high-quality the food is, but today, she suddenly lost her interest.

No one else was there anyway.

She asked the waiter not to serve the appetizer, main course, and dessert one by one, but to serve all the dishes directly, oh, yes, and prepare chopsticks for her.

The waiter was stunned. Their restaurant has canceled the requirement of formal attire for dining in order to cater to the Chinese market. Their intuition is already quite compromising. They never thought that the guests who came to dine could be more uninhibited than they imagined.

"Eating, the point is that the food is delicious, and you can eat happily." Wanwan bit her chopsticks and looked at the two smiling, her tone of exaggerated joy.

Jimo and Jiang Yun looked at each other.

Jimo shook his head and sighed deeply, "Wanwan, you are really... broken." He snapped his fingers at the passing waiter, "Change the chopsticks for me, and serve the dishes evenly. "

"Me too!" Jiang Yun also called.

Wan Wan looked at them, lowered his head and dug out a large piece of light cheese cranberry cake with a small spoon, stuffed it into his mouth forcefully, and smiled.