Prosperous Marriage: The Hidden Rules of the Entertainment Industry

But the face in front of him was so familiar. Apart from seeming to have his IQ regressed to the level of a toddler, he looked like the real CEO of Suntech.

She walked out of the office step by step holding the documents. As soon as she left the door, she immediately hung up the long-distance call to Amanda, "Amanda, something is not right with the president today..."

Amanda remained calm and waited until she finished describing the situation in detail, "You mean, the president seems to be on drugs today?"

"Yes, yes! And it's not the kind of ecstasy pills you took in a nightclub. It's like you've just smoked marijuana!" Gu Wanwan's heartbeat was so fast. The CEO was taking drugs. Should she call 110 quickly?

Amanda rolled her eyes on the other end of the phone, "It's okay, he just has a fever."

"Fever?" Wanwan's voice was high, "Then, should I buy him some fever-reducing medicine? Or should I contact the family doctor?"

"No, he won't take medicine." Amanda raised her hand and looked at her watch, "You just have to wait for his fever to go away tomorrow."

"You guys are in luck today. Please tell me downstairs if there are any unviable proposals or loss-making corporate statements, please hand them in as soon as possible." Amanda said the last words before hanging up the phone.

Cheng Jihang handled official duties like this all morning. After the meeting, Gu Wanwan went into the conference room to pack up the equipment and found that he had not left. He had his eyes slightly closed and was half leaning on the back of the chair. His face was very pale, as if he was a little tired.

She walked up to him softly and called softly, but received no response.

He pursed his lips tightly, frowned slightly, breathed very shallowly, his neckline was slightly open, and his exposed collarbone was beautiful. His facial contours were strong and thin, giving him an aura of abstinence from a black-and-white film.

Gu Wanwan hurriedly looked away and probed the temperature of his forehead with the back of her hand.

My forehead is very hot.

Her hands are cold.

Ji Hang's eyelashes trembled uneasily for a moment, and finally opened slowly.

His eyes were confused, and he stared at her blankly for a moment, then closed them again.

There's a nice childlike look on his face.

Gu Wanwan sighed softly, poured out the pills from the medicine bottle, held a cup of warm water in one hand, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Take the medicine, okay?"

He still had his eyes closed.

Her right hand holding the pills came to his lips.

He lowered his head slightly, and his soft lips touched the edge of her palm, like a gentle deer lowering its head to sniff the dew-stained green grass, and then retreated.

Her hand trembled involuntarily, and the pills fell from her palm and fell all over the floor.

The air was as still as a piece of glass about to break.

She slowly took back her right hand that was stuck in the air and covered her heart - her heart was beating so fast and so heavy.

She turned her back and looked out the window, where the sky was as clear as water, the green mountains were as dark as black, and large clouds were pressing on the sky, rolling and rushing. They pressed so low and flowed so fast, as if they would rush into people's chests the next moment.

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Gu Wanwan suddenly closed her eyes, calmed down her mood, then turned back and took half a step back, "President, let me take you home to rest."

Cheng Jihang looked at her with clear and cold eyes for a moment, then suddenly smiled slightly and said, "Okay."

She restrained herself from helping him, and Ji Hang didn't really need help. He shook his head and stood up holding on to the table legs.

Although his steps were weak and weak, he still walked to the elevator smoothly.

Xia Tian looked at them in surprise, opened her mouth wide and mouthed silently, and asked her if she wanted to call the security guard to come up and help.