Prosperous Marriage: The Hidden Rules of the Entertainment Industry

Because she returned to China suddenly, Suanwan didn’t have time to prepare gifts for everyone. She only had two packs of almond biscuits specially brought for Sukarno in her bag.

Sukarno sat obediently on the sofa and slowly and elegantly unwrapped the cookies.

Although he couldn't see it, his movements were extremely slow and meticulous, and there were no signs of tearing on the opened biscuit box.

"Tuanwan, is it fun in Milan?" He lowered his left hand holding a biscuit and let Labrador's soft tongue roll over it.

Gu Wanwan didn't know why, but she was in a particularly low mood. She sat on the floor and lay on Xiaoxing's body, burying her chin in its neck, and responded listlessly.

If she didn't say anything, he wouldn't ask.

Sukarno arched his eyebrows and still ate the biscuits slowly and carefully.

Xiaoxing also sat at his feet, sticking out her tongue and remaining motionless, letting Gu Wanwan behind her put all her weight on it.

The two of them and the dog were relatively speechless, but the atmosphere was particularly good.

Gu Wanwan lay down for a long time, finally raised her body and smoothed the hair on Labrador's head and neck that she had flattened.

She began to tell him anecdotes about her time in Milan, the tour group she entered by mistake, being cheated in the square, encountering thieves, the romantic love between the handsome Italian driver and the Japanese female tourist... When it came to Eddie's slender waist and long legs, they were the most beautiful things she had ever seen.

When she saw the first-class beautiful boy, her tone was already cheerful.

Jia Nuo listened tenderly, smiling or nodding along with her story. He didn't talk much but didn't make people feel absent-minded. He was the best listener.

Just as Gu Wanwan was gesticulating with Jia Nuo and describing how handsome Eddie was as he shrugged and handed out two invitations, her phone vibrated. With a swipe of her finger, Xiaoxing helped her hold the phone on the sofa.

Come over, after reading the text message, she announced to him with excitement, "The last member of the group has been decided. He will report to the company on Wednesday. Then he will confirm the name of the group and arrange some common training for you. If the plan goes well

We should be able to officially appear in front of the media around the New Year."

"Very good." Sukarno finished the last piece of biscuit, folded the box carefully and threw it into the trash can. Then he handed another package of biscuits to Xiaoxing, who put it in the bag in the other corner of the room.

inside.

Little Star bit it gently and quickly completed the task. It flicked its otter-like tail and rubbed against its owner's feet, looking for praise.

Wanwan looked at Sujiano and Xiaoxing with a smile, then suddenly thought of something and jumped up from the ground, "I'm going to tell Jiang Ling the news!" But after saying that, she felt a little disappointed, "But Jiang Ling doesn't seem to be interested at all.

He likes me, but he ignores me when I talk to him. I really wish I could send him a text message, so as not to make him unhappy again."

Jia Nuo comforted her, "Jiang Ling is just not used to having close relationships with people. He will get better gradually. If you don't want to see him, I just tell him."

She quickly shook her head, "No, I'll go by myself." She laughed again, "I haven't seen him since I came back from Milan. Friday is the general election, and I'm going to cheer him on. And in the audience.

It's so fun to listen to the audience arguing about who will be the annual runner-up of 'Sing!'!" She put her hands on her hips and laughed arrogantly "haha" twice. She picked up the one on the sofa that she bought after returning to China and was scratched in Italy.

The bag was exactly the same as hers, and she skipped out the door.

Sukarno rubbed Xiaoxing's head, bowed his head and smiled.

Banwan actually likes Jiangling very much.