Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

she asked?She had nothing to ask except to ask when he would let her out.

But looking at Ji Hang's inscrutable expression, she thought he would not be happy to hear such a question, so she hesitated again and again, and she still tried to find another question, "The exclusive French chef on the 36th floor of T Shangde, who was originally a sexy chef The excellent Breton blue lobsters are all from his hands. Because Wan Wan served Cheng Jihang for a few meals, he had a little contact with this French chef.

"good."

"How is the company doing? Didn't lose money?"

"This year's turnover is [-]% higher than last year, and the profit is even higher."

"Hmm..." she pondered, "Then, what about the Gulfstream G650? Is it flying stably?"

Oh man, why would she care about a private jet with a small team of people looking after it.

In the embarrassing silence, Ji Hang glanced at her lightly, "Are you sure you want to ask this?"

"Um, I don't really want to know." Boss's complexion seemed to be getting worse. She was a little nervous, and her mind became hot, and she blurted out, "President, have you recovered from your cold?"

"You mean the one half a year ago?"

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This question is so stupid that both the person who asked and the person who answered couldn't bear to ask it further.

Ji Hang's rhetorical question was too quick and direct, and his tone was raised slightly, obviously angry, but since Wanwan had slipped his words before, he became more and more anxious, his mind went blank, and he couldn't say anything for a while.

Perhaps the initial silence was just that the two of them didn't know how to speak, but some things and some emotions were so subtle that they disappeared in a flash and could never be pursued.

Slowly, the crack-like silence between them became wider and deeper, and finally reached the point where there was no way to bridge it.

In the darkness and the cold wind, the two of them faced each other silently for a long time, but not far away was a bonfire burning, and everyone was chatting and drinking, and the laughter almost woke up the world.

The wind was blowing on her body so cool, Gu Wanwan turned her head slightly to avoid Ji Hang's sight, and inexplicably remembered a saying, it said, don't laugh too loudly, it will wake up the sadness.

"Is that all your problems?" Ji Hang's face was hidden in the darkness, and she couldn't see his expression clearly, only heard that extraordinarily calm question.

She... It's not that she doesn't want to ask, but what can she ask?She doesn't understand business matters, she can't and shouldn't ask about family, private life, leisure time, vacations, life plans... There are so many topics that can be discussed, but what point can she confidently ask?What position and identity does she want to ask?

Except for the accidental intimacy when Cheng Jihang was seriously ill, the lives of the two of them didn't actually intersect too much. They sorted out documents, squeezed vegetable juices, cleaned up the conference room, bought sundries, and catered to his various pickiness. , In fact, it is just an ordinary contact between the boss and the secretary, let alone now?

Since it is impossible for him to condescend to come to watch the entertainment performance live, she has no way to return to the spacious and bright cubicle to be a diligent little assistant. What kind of ending can there be?

More importantly, she, who was looking up at him blindly with sincerity, was unable to bear any negation after asking no matter what.