Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

As for why she is now alone in this Versailles 65 with Ji Hang, of course it depends on Ji Mo's sexuality and inhumanity.

Just as the door of the extended Lincoln sedan opened, Ji Hang's car stopped beside them. The window rolled down, and Jiang Yun smiled and whistled at the "dressed up" Jimo.

And Jimo glanced at Jiang Yun, and then at her, a down-and-out manager who was drenched in Coke, and immediately made a decision—instantly let go of his right hand that was holding her wrist tightly, opened the car door and opened Jiang Yun's door. Pulled it down and stuffed it into the Lincoln car, and at the same time did not forget to explain carefully in her ear, "My brother is sponsoring the party tonight, remember to please the person who pays is the most important thing in life, don't make him angry."

Woohoo, who in the world doesn't know that Mr. Cheng Jihang is an absolute perfectionist, even the soles of his leather shoes are cleaner than her bed sheets, and she is standing in front of him in crumpled clothes and covered in Coke, how can you mess with him? You must be unhappy, okay? !

But before she voted against the proposal, Jimo happily jumped into the Lincoln sedan and ran away.She could only stare bitterly at the Coca-Cola can thrown out of the Lincoln car window, and shouted in her heart, "Twelve points will be deducted for littering!"

Since she was left alone in this barren village in the middle of the night without any money, she could only turn around in embarrassment, and smiled a professional elite smile at Boss, who was sitting in the car, "Mr. Cheng."

Ji Hang scanned her from head to toe coldly like an X-ray, but didn't reply, only uttered two words "get in the car".

twitter.She almost didn't kneel down to Lafayette, she quickly ran to the front seat, opened the car door and sat in, intending to get out of Cheng Jihang's freezing zone.

Probably because the moment she turned her head, she couldn't hide the body language of "relieved at last", Cheng Jihang was very displeased with her joy, and actually called her cell phone on the spot.

The driver had just stepped on the accelerator, looked at the familiar name on the phone, and then turned to look at the stern-faced Boss who was fifty centimeters behind her, and finally answered the phone through gritted teeth, "Mr. Cheng?"

"Sit back."

It was a concise and quick way to hang up the phone as soon as she finished speaking. Before she had time to regret the wasted phone bill for him, Cheng Jihang had already hung up the phone and looked down at the documents.

So she had no choice but to bear the distorted expression of the driver's weird smile, get out of the car in a desperate manner, opened the rear door in a desperate manner, and sat next to President Cheng.

"Shua, Shua, Shua", Mr. Boss flipped through the report.

"Shua, Shua, Shua", the little engineer lowered his head and wiped his chest.

I am a painter with strong painting skills.I want to paint the new house more beautifully.After brushing the door and painting the wall, the brushes are flying around.Oops, my little nose has changed.

Gu Wanwan's problem is that her brain is too open, and when she gets nervous, she tends to think of strange things.While wiping the clothes with "shua, shua, shua", and listening to the "shua, shua, shua" sound of documents turning over and over, she automatically played "Song of the Painter" in her mind, and at the same time there were rich The accompanying picture - a little puppet with a red nose and blue clothes is holding up a paintbrush, with a few pieces of paint on his face, diligently cleaning the doors and windows, the roof, and the walls...

Because of this, under the distraction, her brain, which has always been short of brain capacity, only heard the last three words that Mr. Boss uttered, "...changing jobs"