Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

That night, Gu Wanwan sneaked into the Mingchen Media Building and poked around at the door of the lounge until Eddie and Jianuo had left, leaving Jimo alone with his psp on the coffee table and having fun He touched it lightly.

"Are you a thief?" Ji Mo, who looked like a high school boy obsessed with games without turning his eyes and hands, suddenly uttered the moment her hands were on the sofa.

"Hehe, no," she smirked, "I just came here to see you because you were up so late."

Now that she was discovered, she lavishly knocked off Jimo's long legs that were resting on the coffee table, and squeezed to sit on the sofa beside him.

"What game do you play?" She exchanged pleasantries before getting down to business.

Jimo snorted, his eyes still did not leave the game screen, and he quickly pressed the buttons with both hands.

She had to poke her head over to see for herself.

Home!Of course!yes!Russian!Lo!Si!square!piece!

Gu Wanwan's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, big brother, you are just playing Tetris, is it necessary to put on such an appearance of an empire fighting for hegemony?

"Ji Mo, do you feel too much pressure at the Spring Festival Gala in City C for the first time?" She was still going around in circles.

"Fortunately, there will be no more pressure than whether I can get [-] points in this set."

"Then...do you want anyone to watch it? The TV station will give away some tickets to relatives and friends, and I'll help you out."

"Don't give it to Jiang Yun." Ji Mo replied very straightforwardly.

"..."

"Is there no one else?" she insisted relentlessly.

"Uncle Wang at the door?" Jimo raised his eyebrows, his attention was still on the game console in his hand, "Or Sister Li, the cleaner?"

Gu Wanwan finally understood what it was like to talk to a husband who had been married for decades and only focused on the ball game.

Naturally, her next action was the same as those wives whose anger was growing continuously and almost reached the verge of eruption, pressing the off button of the psp with a "slap".

"Ah!" Jimo screamed, seeing that all Wang Tu's hegemony was emptied in an instant, and everything was like a raging basin, so he immediately covered his chest with his hands and pretended to be dying.

Wan Wan was amused by him, and patted him, "Stop acting so much, okay?"

"Seriously, what's the matter for you to come to me." Jimo put his hands behind his head and lay comfortably on the sofa.

"I'll come..." After ten seconds of tweaking, she decided to open the skylight and speak bluntly, "I want you to ask your brother if he can come to the scene that day."

"You know, 'President Suntech is supporting the new entertainment group launched by its subsidiary', such a media headline is more provocative, and it may not only be on the entertainment page, but also on the financial page." Seeing Ji Mo looking at it leisurely Looking at her, without speaking for a long time, Wanwan hastily added.

Jimo raised his eyebrows and smiled, finally moved away from staring at her eyes, turned his head to find something to eat in the snack basket on the coffee table, "I guess it's more difficult," he murmured with food in his mouth, "I My brother is different from me, he is a good son and grandson of 24 filial piety, and I guess he will spend the New Year with my grandparents in London that day."

"Oh...that's it." Wanwan was stunned for a moment, she really ignored the reason.

"Actually, even if it wasn't New Year's Eve, it would be hard for me to convince my brother."

Jimo held a small yellow croaker and brought it to her mouth, she took a bite of half of it, "What's wrong?"

"You have been to my brother's office, right, the one on the 36th floor?" Jimo ate the second half of the small fish, put his thumb and index finger in his mouth and licked it, "Then have you ever been to his house?"