Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

"whee."

It was a good time when the breeze was bright and the moon was bright, and the beauty was in her arms, but there was a snickering sound from nowhere.

Ji Hang's body that was slowly bending down couldn't help but froze, paused, and finally decided to ignore the voice and continue to bow and kiss.

"Push!"

It was still the same voice, but the ending was sharper, as if the person who was snickering felt that the situation in front of him was too funny, and tried hard to be serious but still couldn't restrain his smile.

He raised his eyebrows, he couldn't bear it anymore, he turned his head suddenly, his clear eyes swept across every dark corner of the room.

"Hahahahahahaha!" Unexpectedly, the voyeur became even more rampant, and burst into a series of laughter. He was full of anger, and he seemed to have heard this voice before.

With a "click", the light shrouded the entire room with a smile.

He turned around uneasily, and found that the girl who had closed her eyes lightly and blushed shyly was now leaning against the wall light switch, squinting at him with a smile.

"Wan Wan?" He frowned.

"What's the matter, dear?" The girl who didn't want to smile didn't explain, but stepped forward and hooked his neck, and pressed it next to his earlobe and asked softly, slightly seductively.

He instinctively wanted to back away, but she took a step ahead, put her fingers on the side of his ear, and tore it forcefully.

"Ouch!" he yelled.

"啧 啧," While shaking the pale yellow plastic mask in his hand, shook his head, "Ji Mo, how creative you are, blocking in the corner, hooking chin, and a strong kiss. This is the last century. It's an old-fashioned romance novel plot, and you can also date a little girl by relying on this?"

Jimo grinned and stroked his jawline, arguing angrily, "So what if it's old-fashioned? It's the last word to be useful!" He touched himself again because the layer of skin that was taken off because of the brute force torn off the mask "Gu Wanwan, you old woman, I know you have been jealous of my youth and beauty for a long time, and you have always wanted to take revenge on me for your own benefit!"

"Hmm." Wanwan didn't care about his random use of idioms, and happily shook the mask in his hand, expressing that adults don't remember villains.

Because the lights have been turned on, the interior furnishings can be seen clearly. It turns out that this is a small reception room. There are some hard-shell gold-bound books and wine bottles for decoration on the four walls. A golden brocade sofa.

As soon as she was in a good mood, she became more impolite. She walked over and opened a bottle of wine of unknown year. She lay on the sofa and took a sip from the bottle. It tasted sour and sweet, and it tasted pretty good.

She didn't care about Jimo who was still standing in the corner muttering to himself, and raised the human skin mask that was slick to the touch with both hands, and looked at it carefully.

With long eyebrows and cold eyes, Qinghua spirit, and thin and sharp lips, even on such a rigid mask, Cheng Jihang's appearance is very good, he is worthy of being the man who is in the position that thousands of girls love most - the president .

She pinched the thin layer of plastic again, it was soft and elastic, and it felt like skin to the touch, it was creepy!

Unexpectedly, in the 21st century, she could still see special props in martial arts movies.Gu Wanwan drank the wine with a "tsk tsk tsk" while looking upside down at this human skin mask. She was not very good at drinking, but she quickly finished the bottle of wine.