Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

She glanced at the last photo again, and slowly turned the page to the first page - "Idol singer Jiang Ling frequently meets unknown young women privately", there is a row of slightly smaller words under the cover of huge bold letters , "Reporter: Li Zhiwen (graphic)".

Li Zhiwen.

It must be the reporter she saw in the van that day.

She also sent them two grilled fish, saying that she is the manager of "tea", please take care of me in the future.

She slowly closed her eyes, a little wanting to laugh, laughing at her childishness, and also at her... being let down.How ridiculous, she actually felt a little sad, knowing that the relationship between Yu Ji and artists was just a mutual use, but still felt misunderstood and cheated.

Ji Mo suddenly raised his hand and patted her on the head, "Have some snacks, duckling!"

"Ji Mo, you bastard! I had a concussion and you still slapped me on the head. Do you know that in a novel, the heroine just came out of the ICU, and was slapped to death by the heroine just like that?"

"Anyway, your IQ is about the same as that chick you raised. If you kill it, you just need to change your mind."

"Dead?! I'm sorry for you!" The two were bickering, and suddenly there was a long cry outside the window, and then a giant glistening with silver knocked open the door, and fell down beside her bed, "I'm late... It's too late... I was deceived by a golden and jade marriage, and my sister's soul returned to Lihentian. Now I don't know where to go, and I have left a plain candle and white curtain to accompany my spirit. Sister, sister, now it is Qianhu I can't come back after being called forever, and it's hard to find when I go to heaven or earth. I'm sorry that I can't say goodbye in life, and I can't support seven feet in death..."

"Stop! Stop!" The more she listened to it, the more she felt uncomfortable, "I'm sorry, I'm not dead yet." Even if I die, it's not the pure and clean sister Lin. Where did it come from.

Hearing this, the white-haired snowman looked up at her from head to toe twice, then got up again, "Oh."

Holding her forehead, she felt that she might as well be dead.

"Xiao Qing, who is this?" She glanced at Lu Qing, who was dressed in silver and dressed herself like a Christmas tree, and beckoned her to explain.

Lu Qing was sitting on the chair Jimo was sitting on and carefully peeling bananas. Hearing her question, he immediately gave a triumphant glance and patted his coat that was as shaggy as an old hen. I was slapped on the head, and I was afraid that I would wear white, so I bought a mink on the way. How is it, does it look good?"

It's still mink, the fake hair is shaking all over the sky.

The fine fluff was inhaled into the respiratory tract, Gu Wanwan couldn't help but coughed twice, and reluctantly replied, "Thank you very much, and you still think about bringing filial piety to me."

Lu Qing bit off half a banana and slapped her on the head with a bear's paw, "Which one of us is with whom!"

Whoops her head!

What kind of bad luck did she have in her previous life, so she invited these two Buddhas.

Fortunately, as soon as Lu Qing heard that she was not dead, his attention quickly shifted to Jimo next to him.

After "swish swish swish" undressed a banana, Lu Qing held it in Setimo's hand, and began to greet the handsome guy routinely.

Based on the principle that all females in the world are beautiful, Jimo immediately changed cards into rose show magic and showed "one hundred and eight styles of picking up girls", coaxing Xiaoqing into shy laughter for a while. The passing doctors and nurses thought it was He forgot to take an anesthetic in a ward and started to do it. When he passed by, he had to poke his head in to see what happened.