Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

The taxi stopped in front of a Romanesque building.

Not only did the driver decline her tip, but he also gave her a business card and blew her a kiss.

Gu Wanwan could only smile and stuff the business card into the pocket of his jeans.

She pulled the suitcase and looked up at the small white characters on the black marble signboard of the hotel, "park hyatt milano", and then looked back at the entrance of the Vittorio Emmanuel II corridor, which was only ten meters away. I deeply suspect that I may have made a mistake. A five-star hotel in the downtown area that costs thousands of euros a night is not like a residence for ordinary employees on business trips.

She took out the photos again and compared them carefully.

The hotel doorman saw that she had been standing at the door but did not take out the camera to "click" to take pictures, and finally decided that she was not a tourist but a guest who was going to stay in the hotel, although she was dressed poorly.

He came forward with a smile to carry the luggage for her, and greeted her courteously.

The lobby of the hotel is elegantly decorated, the jazzy white jade floor can be seen, and the ingenious lighting effects create a unique aesthetic feeling, and the black-clothed front desk is even more dignified.Wanwan was getting more uncertain step by step, she almost wanted to run out, put her arms around the Italian uncle's waist to show that she was not the Asian princess she was going to pick up, please send her to a cheaper hotel.

Fortunately, the front desk was very fluent in English, and there was no problem checking the reservation information. She got the room card quickly.

The room is a suite of about [-] square meters, covered with gray carpets, fabric sofas and tables and chairs, the lines are simple and clear, there is a large handful of white and fragrant Casablanca on the desk, the Parisian gray bathroom is spacious and tidy, oh, and Gu Wanwan put down her backpack and walked around the room on the big terrace where there were carved iron chairs for afternoon tea. It felt so unreal.

Standing on the terrace, she found that the view was excellent, and she could even see the skyline of Milan.

Wanwan took out her mobile phone and looked at it. There was no text message, no phone call, and no next step instructions, as if she had come all the way to Italy just to dream of the thousand-year-old city under the Alps.

She leaned back into the unbelievably soft mattress, which was too much like a secretly arranged romantic honeymoon, only missing a handsome fiancé who knocked on her door and said "surprise" with a smile.

Ms. Gu Wanwan has always been such a hopeless romantic, but even she, when she opened the knocked door 2 minutes later, saw the man who was hailed as the best embodiment of the word "Qingjun". Cheng Jihang's real body was still so surprised that his jaw would drop.

"sur...surprise?" She hesitated to spit out the word that should have been spoken by the male protagonist in the script.

"What?" Cheng Jihang frowned.

"Ah, no, no," she hurriedly woke up from her fantasy, "I mean, CEO, what do you want me to come to Milan?"

"I didn't ask you to come here, we just arrived," a slightly low-pitched female voice seemed to come in with a certain tiredness, "But I remember that the doener in the underground passage outside Lübeck train station is delicious , so we stopped in Berlin on the way.”

"By the way, Wanwan has a good eye, and the plane doesn't shake at all." Jiang Yun wore a beige cashmere coat on his arm, and looked at her with a smile.

Is it a compliment that the plane flies without shaking?Gu Wanwan smiled vaguely.

Since they also just flew over from City C, why did they let her take the international flight alone?The passenger capacity of Gulfstream G650 is 11-18, she remembers it clearly.

Ji Hang looked at her water-stained clothes, "You should rest for a night first, and talk at the restaurant downstairs at [-] o'clock tomorrow."

"Oh." For some reason, she suddenly felt a little depressed, shrunk slightly on the uppers of her shoes that were splashed with sewage, and lowered her head and replied softly.

She closed the door and leaned back against the door panel, listening to the slight sound of footsteps on the carpet and the sound of the door closing with a "click".

There was only one sound of closing the door.