Prosperous Marriage: The Hidden Rules of the Entertainment Industry

That night, Gu Wanwan sneaked into the Mingchen Media Building and poked his head around the door of the lounge until Eddie and Jia Nuo left. Only Jimo was left holding the PSP with his legs on the coffee table and having a great time.

He touched it in gently.

"Are you a thief?" Ji Mo obviously looked like a high school boy obsessed with games with his eyes and hands, but he suddenly spoke up the moment her hands were on the sofa.

"Haha, no," she said with a fake smile, "I just saw you were up so late and I came here to check on you."

Now that she was discovered, she lavishly took off Ji Mo's long legs that were resting on the coffee table, and squeezed in to sit down on the sofa next to him.

"What game are you playing?" She said some pleasantries before getting down to business.

Jimo snorted, but without taking his eyes off the game screen, he pressed the buttons quickly with both hands.

She had no choice but to stick her head over and see for herself.

Ju!ran!is!Russian!Russian!Fang!Block!

Gu Wanwan shed a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead. Brother, you are just playing Tetris. Do you need to act like you are fighting for empire?

"Ji Mo, do you feel too much pressure to make your debut at the C City Spring Festival Gala?" She was still going around in circles.

"Fortunately, it won't be more stressful than whether I can get 100,000 points in this set."

"Then...do you want anyone to watch it live? The TV station will give away some tickets for friends and relatives, and I will help you deliver them."

"Not allowed to Jiang Yun." Ji Mo replied very readily.

"..."

"Is there no one else?" she insisted unyieldingly.

"Uncle Wang at the door?" Ji Mo raised his eyebrows, his attention still on the game console in his hand, "Or is it Sister Li, the cleaning lady?"

Gu Wanwan finally understood what it felt like to talk to her husband, who had been married for decades and was focused on football games.

Naturally, her next move was just like those frustrated wives whose anger was growing in their bodies almost to the point of explosion, and she pressed the PSP's shutdown button.

"Ah!" Ji Mo screamed. Seeing that all the king's hegemony was instantly wiped out, everything was like raspberry water and it was hard to hold back. He immediately covered his chest with his hands and made a dying breath.

Wan Wan was amused by him and patted him, "Don't be so in love with acting, okay?"

"Seriously, why did you come to me?" Jimo put his hands behind his head and lay comfortably on the sofa.

"I'm here..." After ten seconds of hesitation, she decided to open the skylight and speak frankly, "I want you to ask your brother if he can also be there that day."

"You know, 'President Suntech is on-site to support the newly launched entertainment group of its subsidiary'. Such media headlines are more provocative. Maybe it will not only be in the entertainment section, but also in the financial section." Ji Mo looked at him leisurely.

He looked at her and said nothing for a long time, then Wanwan hurriedly added.

Ji Mo raised his eyebrows and smiled, finally looking away from her eyes, and turned to look for something to eat in the snack basket on the coffee table. "It's probably more difficult," he muttered with food in his mouth, "I

My brother is different from me. He is a filial son and a good grandson. He will probably spend the New Year with my grandparents in London that day."

"Oh...that's it." Wanwan was stunned, she really ignored this reason.

"Actually, even if it wasn't New Year's Eve, it would be difficult for me to persuade my brother."

Ji Mo held a small yellow croaker and brought it to her mouth. She bit into half of it and said, "What's wrong?"

"You've been to my brother's office, right? The one on the 36th floor?" Jimo ate the second half of the fish, put his thumb and index finger in his mouth and licked it, "Then have you ever been to his house?"