Prosperous Marriage: The Hidden Rules of the Entertainment Industry

It's over, it's over, when was the bag opened?

She was so anxious that the invitation was still in her purse and her mobile phone was missing. She picked up the bottom of her bag and poured out all the contents with a "swipe" sound, making sure that there were only two packets of handmade almond biscuits and tissue notes inside.

All gone.

No, you have to calm down! Sit cross-legged on the side of the road, lean forward, put your index fingers on your temples as if resting, close your eyes, and force yourself to calm down.

When was the last time she took out her wallet? Was it when buying coffee? Was it when buying pizza? Was it when buying ice cream? Was it when buying chocolate? Or was it when buying juice? After thinking about it,

She found in despair that after buying coffee, she took out a fifty-euro note and put it in her trouser pocket for convenience, and never checked her purse again.

She sighed and buried her face in her hands. She didn't even have the money to take a taxi to the show.

Her right hand unconsciously touched the pocket of her jeans, and she took out a 5 euro note, two golden 50 cents and a brass 5 cent coin. Maybe she could call Cheng Jihang? But she tried her best to think about it.

I found that I could only remember the tin man and bbb that lingered in front of me, but I couldn't remember the 11-digit numbers they represented.

Where's Jiang Yun's? She lowered her head and thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered that she had written down her number on the note.

Flicking through the notes hurriedly, she found the familiar set of handwriting.

After a long wait for the ringtone, the phone was finally connected. She hurriedly told her her predicament, "Miss Jiang? My name is Gu Wanwan. My mobile phone and wallet were stolen. Can Mr. Cheng send me a message?"

Someone pick me up at the entrance of the show and I will..."

She could clearly hear the voice of a strange woman opposite Cheng Jihang talking in Italian, but she could not hear Jiang Yun's response.

"Miss Jiang? Are you there? I'm Gu Wanwan, hello?" She called twice tentatively, but still didn't get any response.

Maybe the phone was mistakenly connected in her bag. Seeing that a lot of 5 euro coins were eaten by the public phone one by one, but there was still no response from the other party, she had to hang up the phone and insert the coins again before calling.

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However, this time, no one picked up the phone.

Disappointedly holding the remaining coins, she leaned against the wall of the phone booth and sighed again. After Ji Hang found out that he had let him go, would he be so angry that he would leave her in Milan without even paying her for the hotel accommodation?

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Hey, what is another piece of cardboard? Her fingers in her pocket encountered a strange object. She took it out strangely and found that it was a white cardboard, less than the size of a palm, with obvious edges.

There were traces of scissors and a set of numbers scrawled on the paper in blue ballpoint pen.

Oh, this is the driver’s phone number!

Gu Wanwan jumped up immediately. She could ask him to pick her up and go to the hotel to check out later!

After hanging up the phone, sure enough, fifteen minutes later, a white taxi with a lot of mud stains on its surface turned into the alley in a "taxi express" driving style, and then turned 180° in front of her and stopped suddenly. ia principessa!

"The dark car window was lowered, and the bearded Southern European man enthusiastically stuck his head out of the car, held his left hand in an elegant gesture, and put on his felt western hat.

With a smile, she pulled the invisible hem of her skirt and curtsied, which was a classic line from an Italian movie, "Good morning, princess!"

After getting in the car, she discovered that the Japanese lady she met at the airport last night was sitting in the passenger seat. She turned back and nodded to her, with a shy but touching smile on her face.

Gu Wanwan immediately forgot about her ripped leather bag, blinked her big eyes from the driver's face to the Japanese lady's face, and immediately clapped her hands and started to cheer.

The Japanese lady lowered her head shyly, but the driver showed the usual affectionate attitude of an Italian man. He turned the steering wheel with his left hand and placed a deep kiss on their clasped hands.

What a beautiful love, she exhaled deeply. When Cheng Jihang put on the suit jacket Jiang Yun chose for him, and she stood on tiptoes to straighten his bow tie in front of the full-length mirror, was there such a sweet atmosphere between the two?