Prosperous Marriage: The Hidden Rules of the Entertainment Industry

When the alarm rang the next day, Cheng Jihang was no longer beside her.

Gu Wanwan reached out and touched the other side of the cold bed, sighed, stood up, changed all the sheets, and mopped them again.

The toast was baked in the bread machine. She took a cup of hot milk and poured a small amount of it into the light yellow plate that Gugu Chicken usually drinks water from. She tore the bread with both hands and ate it piece by piece.

"Guguji, if my sister resigns, she will have to move again. Moving will be very troublesome."

"It would be nice if you grew older and could carry a small box for me."

"Guguji, have you seen your brother who came to our house yesterday? Do you like him? Should I like him?"

While she was chattering, she fed the Cuckoo Chicken some bread.

But the Cuckoo Chicken found that his toy had been trampled and was very unhappy. He chirped all morning. Not only did he refuse bread and milk, but he also threw his temper back and forth on the milk-white dining table with his two little feet and wings raised.

When Wanwan wanted to stuff the bread into her mouth, she turned her head and pecked her finger with her thin pointed beak.

Gu Wanwan sloppily ate breakfast, packed up and went to work.

She arrived half an hour earlier than usual, and before the CEO came, she used the office computer to type out a formal resignation letter.

But Cheng Jihang's ticket was delayed again today, and she waited around in the office but didn't see him.

It was in the afternoon when Amanda came back from a business trip that she learned that the president had left for London early this morning for personal reasons.

She held the large white envelope with her resignation letter in her hands and stood in front of Amanda's desk, hesitating whether to hand her the resignation letter directly so that she would not have to face Cheng Jihang.

Amanda glanced at the envelope in her hand, stopped tapping the computer keyboard with her hands, picked up the coffee cup on the table and took a sip, relaxing her nerves slightly.

Her shoulders and back were still straight, her perfectly made-up eyelashes blinked, she raised her eyes and looked at Gu Wanwan, "Do you know what the president is doing in London?"

Gu Wanwan shook his head.

Amanda put down her coffee cup in a leisurely manner, "He went there for Miss Jiang."

"Miss Jiang?" She had never heard anything about this lady.

Amanda made a suitably surprised expression, "Don't you know her? Miss Jiang Yunjiang, and the CEO are childhood sweethearts, and their parents have been friends for many years. Miss Jiang has lived in the UK and is the concertmaster of the London Philharmonic Orchestra. I heard that

She plans to return to China to build a personal studio, and the president went over this time to help her deal with the real estate there."

Huanwan nodded, but she still didn't quite understand what Amanda meant by what she said to her.

Amanda smiled and said, "You will probably be busy in the next half month. Miss Jiang has been away from the country for many years and needs to take care of many trivial matters. Hotel reservations and restaurant reservations are all your business. Miss Jiang is used to coming to the CEO to accompany her shopping.

Shopping, if the president is too busy, it will be your turn to accompany her."

Gu Wanwan listened to her words and unconsciously held the resignation letter behind her back. Since she had tasks planned for the next period of time, she couldn't resign now.

Just when she was about to turn around and check Jiang Yun's background information to get familiar with her "future employer," Amanda suddenly said, "You have to be more careful. Miss Jiang has very good taste."

She was startled, as there seemed to be some hidden meaning in Amanda's words.