Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

"Okay, okay, stop making trouble." Wanwan raised his hand to stop Jimo who was going to continue to make a big talk, looked around, "Where is Jiang Ling? He is the protagonist, quickly find him, look Look at the master's performance style!"

It was the little assistant holding the reflector just now, "Brother Jiang Ling is gone."

"Gone? Where did you go?"

"I heard that the director called suddenly and moved up the audition time."

"Ah, no way, why did Jiang Ling pass by alone without telling me?"

"Brother Jiang Ling came over just now. He saw that our side was busy, so he didn't come in. He took a look outside and left."

"That can't be done, I have to go to the scene to accompany him. This is the first audition in my life, what a solemn occasion." Gu Wanwan hurriedly got up.

"I'm going too, I'm going too!" Jimo raised his hands high.

"No!" Wan Wan immediately rejected his proposal, "You were not invited to the director's audition, so it wouldn't be good for me to take you."

Jimo shook the sports car key in his hand, "Are you sure? Now it's time to get off work, so don't be too congested outside."

Wan Wan shed tears of sadness for Jimo's IQ, "Since it's very congested outside, what's the use of your car performance being so good? Why don't you lose to the snail with every step."

"Eh..." Timo stuck.

"However... since you volunteered so much," Wan Wan suddenly changed her mind, "then go to the subway with me, and it would be nice to have a human shield to block the crowds for me. By the way, remember to put Wear hats, sunglasses, and masks!"

The two went downstairs to the subway passage next to the company, and finally squeezed into the crowded subway with the help of the subway coordinator.

"Huh." Wanwan let out a long sigh of relief, because the subway in City C has not been fully completed, and the traffic pressure is still very high. When this kind of rush hour hits, the subway is almost the same as the bus. Crowded, head to head, it is not easy to move.Wanwan often feels that the favorite plot in the dog-blood romance drama, rubbing lips with someone as soon as you turn around, can only happen in the subway and bus during the morning and evening rush hours.Of course, at this time, don't pay attention to the dreamy feeling of pink bubbles. It is God's blessing that one of the two kissing people has fresh breath.

Speaking of the suspicious smell, Wanwan sniffed vigorously, and found that someone in the carriage was secretly eating pancakes and fruits. The turbid breath could not cover up the delicious taste, and she could almost see the golden dough, bacon, eggs, fruits, The way coriander and pepper blend together.The surrounding office workers who had just got off work and hadn't had time to eat obviously also smelled it, and their noses fluttered one after another.

Jimo, wearing a peaked cap, huge sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and a blue mask on his face, was also tempted by the food, and began to mutter, "I want to eat too."

Wanwan was being squeezed out of breath by the people next to her, she nodded upon hearing this, "Okay, I'll buy it for you later, as long as you do what I say now."

Jimo, who never carried money in his pocket, his eyes lit up, "Yes, what do you want me to do?"

"This! This way!" With great effort, he struggled to lean against the wall of the subway car, and then pulled Timo in front of him, wrapping his two arms around his shoulders, "Okay, Just stand there obediently!"