Prosperous Marriage: The Hidden Rules of the Entertainment Industry

Amanda went on a business trip the next day, so Gu Wanwan couldn't find anyone to talk to about her little doubts.

Something was wrong with the CEO, she knew this clearly, but she couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.

What she saw was that when she brought the fruit and vegetable juice in, she found that Cheng Jihang was not immersed in signing documents in the office as usual, but was leaning relaxedly in his office chair, facing the floor-to-ceiling window in a daze, with a faint look on his face.

smile.

"Xia Tian, ​​have you noticed that something is wrong with the president today?" After sitting there for a moment, she still felt uneasy and hung up the phone to Xia Tian.

"Yes, yes," Xia Tian's voice sounded like a little girl's excitement, "When the president came to work this morning, his whole demeanor was completely different."

"What's different?"

"You know, the president wears a crisp suit every day, his hair is combed perfectly, and there is not even a wrinkle on his trousers, and he comes and goes with an expression of 'Anyone who dares to mess with me will be killed immediately.'" Sure enough, Shu said.

He has a specialty, Xia Tian's eyes are comparable to human X-rays, and he described it very carefully, "But today, his hair is a bit messy, the hem of his suit jacket is a little curled inward, the collar of his white shirt is missing a button, and his walking pace is shorter than

Normally 10 percentage points slower.”

"Then the weirdest thing is, he smiled at me! He smiled at me! God, I swear the president has never noticed who is standing behind the reception desk in this year, but he smiled this morning

He walked over and smiled at me for the first time."

She had never seen Cheng Jihang smile before. Putting down the phone, she hesitantly 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 casually draped on the table. You could see that the sleeve of the white shirt of the hand holding the glass had been pushed up to his elbow, revealing the tight and smooth muscle lines of his arm.

She walked around to the other side of the desk.

His hair was a little messy, his tie was loosened, and the collar of his shirt was undone. He still had that lazy smile on his face. His whole person was in a very relaxed state. His right hand was hanging down naturally, and he was holding the glass between his thumb and index finger. He looked very relaxed.

Like the handsome men carrying empty wine bottles 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 towards her.

"Um, CEO, have you signed the documents? I called from the 32nd floor to ask." Because she didn't prepare an excuse, she lied casually. After she finished speaking, she realized that she wanted to seize the time.

Tails wants to do it all over again, and the CEO hates other people making any "censorship" about his behavior.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Jihang showed a rare good temper today.

He held his temple with his left hand and lowered his head to think for a moment, then turned around with a slight frown and rummaged through the pile of documents on the table.

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

He was stunned, grabbed the Parker pen on the table, and frowned unhappily at the file 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 his desk and do his homework.

I signed my name in the lower right corner of the last page.

God, this is not Cheng Jihang!

Wanwan wanted to grab his tie and pull him in front of her, and use her other hand to grab his face and pull off the human skin mask! Cheng Jihang would never sign his name on the document without reading it.

, he is so controlling that he cannot tolerate anything happening without his knowledge.