Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

"Wanwan, you should wear a hula dress like me, I can teach you how to dance the hula." Seeing that the two had a disagreement, Jimo hurriedly intervened, and at the same time, he twisted his hips and showed off a dance technology.

Being so enthusiastic and kind can only explain one problem, that is, Cheng Jimo has not been able to convince anyone to wear the same clothes as him since the party started.

No, I'm afraid of the cold.Wanwan was about to refuse, but Ji Hang was the first to block Jimo's hand, "She is mine."

……

No, I just sold myself to Mingchen Media, not you, Mr. Boss.

But Mr. Cheng Jihang, who has never cared about other people's thoughts for half his life, now has no intention of changing his behavior habits at all. He waved to the waiter beside him and whispered a few words in his ear.

Then someone came and dragged Gu Wanwan, who was still ignorant, into the house to change clothes. The whole process was so straightforward that they didn't allow them to waste a word.

After changing her clothes, Gu Wanwan stared at the mirror for a long time, but couldn't believe her eyes—in the mirror, she was wearing a set of loose white clothes, and there was a big word "Prisoner" printed on the chest and back. .

What's going on, who am I pretending to be?Chen Shimei?Could it be that Bao Longtu angrily beheaded Chen Shimei?

Inexplicably, she came out of the changing room, and someone led her into a wooden cage again. Before Wanwan could turn around, the cage was locked with a "click", and she could only stare dumbfounded at the waiter's opening the key. Placed on a wooden table next to the wooden cage.

What a joke, she doesn't want to be locked up.She hurried to the other side of the wooden cage, reaching for the key on the table.

The moment she tiptoed and was about to grab the key, a slender and beautiful finger pressed against the key and moved it five centimeters flat on the table, just to a place where she couldn't touch it no matter what.

In the end, she tried again, but to no avail. She raised her head in frustration, and looked at Cheng Shaoxia, who was wearing a white coat and a long sword, in front of her, and her headache became more and more serious. "Why did you lock me up?"

"Thief."

"What did I steal?"

"My important stuff."

"But you are not an official, and you have no right to lock me up in this wooden cage..." She looked up at the three-meter-long, three-meter-by-three-meter-high wooden cage, and reluctantly changed her words, "In this cell."

"Substitute."

There is no such thing as a young master in the world acting on behalf of an official. It is obvious that you think the clothes of other officials are not good-looking.

Knowing that reasoning is impossible for Ji Hang, because the word "reason" does not exist in his mind at all, Gu Wanwan could only watch him sit down quietly and read the report next to her.

It's so boring... Fortunately, her bag is still beside her. Wanwan took out her mobile phone, sat on the floor, and planned to play two games of Angry Birds.

But just as the fiery red bird with thick eyebrows was ejected with a strange cry, Ji Hang reached out and snatched her cell phone and purse.

"Hey!" she protested.

"There were no mobile phones and purses in ancient times."

In ancient times, there were no desk lamps and business reports!

"I'm hungry."

"Ah."

"I'm hungry."

"Ah."

"I said I'm hungry!" Wanwan finally couldn't help raising her voice, "I want to eat."

"No." Ji Hang raised his head from the report, still as calm as a dummy, "The sound of your eating will affect me."