Prosperous Marriage: The Hidden Rules of the Entertainment Industry

The taxi stopped in front of an ancient Roman building.

The driver not only declined her tip, but also gave her a business card and a blowing kiss.

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

She pulled her suitcase and looked up at the small white letters on the black marble signboard of the hotel, "park hyatt no", and then looked back at the entrance to the Corridor Vittorio Emanuele II, which was only ten meters away.

I deeply suspect that I may have made a mistake. A five-star hotel in a busy city that costs thousands of euros a night does not look like a place for ordinary employees to stay on a business trip.

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 take pictures, and finally concluded that this was not a tourist but a guest staying in the hotel, although her clothes were a little shabby.

He walked up to her with a smile, carried her luggage for her, and greeted her politely, "i amo", so he could only deal with it with a silly smile.

The hotel lobby is elegantly decorated, the jazzy white jade floor is illuminated, and the clever lighting and shadow effects create a unique beauty. The black-clad front desk is even more dignified. Every step of the way is getting more and more uncertain, and I almost want to run out and hug each other.

The waist of the Italian uncle means that she is not the Asian princess she wants to pick up, please send her to a cheaper hotel.

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

The room is a suite of about 50 square meters, with gray carpets, a fabric sofa and a set of tables and chairs. The lines are simple and clear. There is a large handful of white and fragrant Casablanca on the desk. The bathroom in Paris gray is spacious and tidy. Oh, there are also

On the large terrace with carved iron chairs for afternoon tea, Gu Wanwan put down her backpack and walked around the room. It felt so unreal.

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

Wanwan took out her phone and looked at it. There were no text messages, no calls, and no next instructions. It was as if she had come all the way to Italy just to have a dream in this thousand-year-old city under the Alps.

She leaned back and sank into the incredibly soft mattress. It was really like a secretly arranged romantic honeymoon, except for a handsome fiancé who knocked on her door and said "surprise" with a smile.

Miss Gu Wanwan has always been such a hopeless romantic, but even she opened the door that was knocked two minutes later and saw the man who was known as the best incarnation of the word "qingjun".

Cheng Jihang's real body was still so surprised that his jaw dropped.

"sur...surprise?" She hesitated and said the word that was supposed to be 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, why did you ask me to come to Milan?"

"I'm not asking you to come, we just arrived," a slightly lower female voice, as if it contained a sense of weariness, interjected, "But I remember that the doener in the underground passage outside the Lübeck train station is delicious.

, so we stopped in Berlin on the way.”

"By the way, I have a good eye for you. The plane flew without shaking at all." Jiang Yun put an off-white cashmere jacket on his arm and looked at her with a smile.

The plane flew without shaking. Is this a compliment? Gu Wanwan smiled vaguely.

Since they had just flown over from City C, why did they have to let her take the international flight alone? The Gulfstream G650 can carry 11-18 passengers, and she remembered it clearly.

Ji Hang looked at her water-stained clothes and said, "You should have a rest for the night and we can talk at the restaurant downstairs at eight o'clock tomorrow."

"Oh." For some reason, her spirit suddenly became a little low. She slightly shrunk her shoes that were stained by sewage, lowered her head and replied softly.

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

There was only one sound of the door closing.