Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

Amanda went on a business trip the next day, so Gu Wanwan couldn't find someone to confide in the little doubt in her heart.

Something was wrong with the president, she knew it clearly, but she couldn't tell exactly what was wrong.

What she saw was that when delivering fruit and vegetable juice, she found that Cheng Jihang did not bury his head in the office to sign documents as usual, but leaned loosely in his office chair, facing the French window in a daze, with a faint expression on his face. smile.

"Xiamen, did you find that something is wrong with the president today?" After sitting there for a while, she still felt uneasy and hung up the phone for Xia Tian.

"Yes, yes," Xia Tian's voice had the excitement of a little girl, "When the president came to work this morning, his temperament was different."

"What's different?"

"You know, the president wears a neat suit every day, his hair is neatly combed, and his trousers don't even have a wrinkle. There is a specialization in the industry, Xia Tian's eyes are comparable to human-shaped X-rays, and the description is extremely detailed, "But today, his hair is a bit messy, the hem of the suit jacket is a little bit rolled inward, the collar of the white shirt is missing a button, and his walking pace is slower Usually 10 percent slower."

"And the weirdest thing was, he smiled at me! He smiled at me! God, I could swear the president hadn't noticed who was standing behind the reception desk this morning, but he Come over, actually smiled at me for the first time."

She had never seen Cheng Jihang smile.Putting down the phone, she hesitated and walked to the two mahogany doors.

"President?" She called him tentatively.

He was still sitting in the chair with his back to her, his suit jacket was casually laid on the table, and he could see that the sleeve of the white shirt of the hand holding the glass had been rolled up to the elbow, revealing the tight and smooth muscle lines of the arm.

She went around to the other side of the desk.

His hair is a bit messy, his tie is loosened, and the collar of his shirt is also untied. He still has that lazy smile on his face. Like a handsome man with an empty wine bottle that can be seen everywhere on the streets of Italy.

Sensing someone beside him, Cheng Jihang slowly turned his head and raised his eyebrows slightly at her.

"Uh, President, have you signed the document? The 32nd floor called to ask." Because she didn't have an excuse ready, she lied casually.After she finished speaking, she belatedly wanted to seize the tail of time and start over again. The CEO hated other people's "picking" about his behavior.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Jihang had a rare good temper today.

He braced his temple with his left hand and lowered his head to think for a moment, then frowned slightly and turned around to rummage through the piles of documents on the table.

Gu Wanwan gently placed the document sent over from the 32nd floor in front of him.

He froze for a moment, grabbed the Parker pen on the table, and frowned unhappily like a nine-year-old boy who wanted to go to the corner park with his friends to play football but was forced to sit at the desk and do homework. I signed my name on the bottom right corner of the last page.

God, this isn't Cheng Jihang!

Wan Wan wanted to grab his tie and pull him in front of her, and grab his face with the other hand to tear off that layer of human skin mask!Cheng Jihang would never sign his name without reading the document. He has such a strong desire to control that he cannot tolerate anything happening without his knowledge.