Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

A little girl wearing a matcha green team uniform covered her chest with her hands, her gaze followed Su Jianuo's figure all the time, her eyes dreamy.

When Su Jianuo came to her side, she couldn't help reaching out to touch Xiaoxing.

"Crack!" There was a crisp hitting sound.

The girl next to her knocked down her outstretched hand faster than her, and glared at her viciously.

Nuonuo belongs to all of us, you are not allowed to touch him!

The other girls also cast condemning and angry eyes.

The girl was stunned for a moment, and the other hand subconsciously held the hand that was patted, and tears welled up in the corner of her eyes.

Wan Wan was about to go up to rescue the siege, but Su Jia Nuo seemed to know what happened.

He stopped, turned sideways, rubbed his slender fingers in the air for a while, and precisely landed on the head of the girl who was about to cry.He rubbed her hair and asked gently, "Are you all right?"

The girl's tears fell instantly, she closed her eyes embarrassingly to stop the tears from falling, and tried her best to restrain her sobs and replied, "I...I have nothing to do with it, Nuonuo...I'm fine. "

Hearing her voice, Su Jianuo took out a cotton plaid handkerchief from his pocket, gently wiped away her tears, turned around and said softly but firmly, "Thank you for liking me, but I won't allow such a thing." Happen again."

His volume was not high, but everyone present could clearly hear what he said.

Soft fluorescent light diffuses down from the glass ceiling in the lobby of the arrival port.

The movements of pedestrians seem to be slowed down for an instant.

The noisy voices slowly disappeared, leaving only the "hum" of the indoor air conditioning system running.

The background is blurred and the lens is softly lit.

The girls looked up at Su Jianuo blankly, they all knew that he was serious.

The face of the girl who knocked down the hand of the girl next to her slowly turned red, she moved her lips, and her voice was as small as a mosquito muttering to itself, "I'm sorry."

As soon as she finished speaking, she burst into tears with a "wow".

And the girl next to her who was just choked up saw her crying, hugged her and cried, "It's okay, it's my fault!"

Seeing the two little girls crying together, Gu Wanwan could only helplessly smile and shake his head at Su Jianuo who was standing at a loss.

After finally comforting everyone, the girl who was standing at the end of the team and leading everyone sneaked up to Wanwan and handed over a beautifully wrapped gift, "Xiaoyu asked me to give it to you."

It was a somewhat chubby girl, wearing a ginger-yellow team uniform on her upper body, and a pair of blue-black sweatpants on her lower body. She had an ordinary appearance, short hair, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. Her smile was still immature, and she was probably still in school.

"Are you a sheep?" Wanwan smiled, "Thank you for coming. Is Xiaoyu okay?"

"It's okay." She shook her head vigorously, smiling a little shyly, "Xiaoyu and I are classmates. Because she had been organizing a post bar to vote for Jiangling at the end of last semester, she went to every live performance, but she died. Professional courses. The school is taking make-up exams these two days, so I can’t come in person.”

"Ah?" Wanwan scratched her hair and coughed, "Currently...at present, you are still focusing on your studies, don't worry about other things."

Having said that this set of righteous words, she herself was a little dumbfounded, and then patted Yang Baa on the shoulder, and said proudly: "When her make-up exam is over, I will give you two on-site tickets!"

"Really?" The little girl who was a little downcast immediately became lively, with a big smile like a sunflower that never falls.