Prosperous Marriage: The Hidden Rules of the Entertainment Industry

The jianjia is desolate, and the white dew is still there. The so-called beauty is on the water's edge.

Jiang Yun looked at the note pads piled on the table, shaking his head and reciting poems.

Because the eldest lady was not born here but grew up here, she especially wanted to prove that she loved this land deeply. After reciting Mao's poem "Guo Feng? Qin Feng? Jian Jia Pian" in full, she licked the hand in her hand.

Lollipop looked at Gu Wanwan with an unfinished look, intending to remind her of what the next chapter would be.

"Shuo Shuo Shuo, don't you want to eat my millet?" Wanwan thought for a long time and then tentatively spoke.

After putting all the note pads into a beautiful pure white box and tying a big bow, Gu Wanwan took two steps back, looked at it with satisfaction, reached out and put the box on Jiangling's seat, and took two steps out.

Feeling uneasy, I returned it and put a small note on it.

I don’t know what Jiang Yun’s lollipop was made of. She hadn’t finished it after eating it for a long time, so she didn’t bother to lick it. She stuffed it into her mouth and chewed it, while lying on the table to look at Gu Wan.

Do the whole job.

After putting away the gifts, Nuanwan saw this large mop man looking leisurely and at ease. She suddenly remembered what Amanda had said to her, "I heard that Miss Jiang plans to return to China to build a personal studio." But she only saw this mop beauty.

Beautiful passerby A, who spends all day shopping, eating and watching movies, and whose biggest hobby is starring in street magic with Ji Mo, has no intention of recruiting people to form a personal studio.

If we don't say that it is sinister for capitalists to exploit the people, she, a person who does not seek advancement and is content with the situation, has been glowing with the spirit of dedication and dedication after staying in Mingchen for a month. She glanced at Jiang Yun, who was still looking at the magazine, and looked at her.

Wanwan plans to bring this elegant and beautiful violinist to Mingchen Media to become her first female artist.

"Jiang Yun, how are the preparations for your personal studio going?" She started to talk.

"It's not that bad." Jiang Yun lowered his head and flipped through the magazine. He took another lollipop from the table, opened the package, and stuffed it into his mouth. "I didn't plan on doing it anyway."

This candy was durian flavored. She licked it, frowned, pulled it out of her mouth and looked at it carefully for a while before stuffing it back in again, "That's a lie to my mother. I came here just to play. You all

I don’t know how much staying in London for a long time will have a big impact on people’s self-confidence. Any boy on the street has thinner legs than you! Do you believe it? Any boy! Once when I was shopping, I saw a special type of men’s tights.

They looked good, so I asked the clerk to bring them to me to try on, but after tinkering for a long time in the fitting room, I couldn't lift the pants up my calves at all. I originally planned to return the pants to the clerk elegantly and coolly, saying that I didn't like them anymore, but as soon as the result came out

In the fitting room, I actually found a 1.8-meter boy wearing the same type of pants that was one size smaller than mine, looking around in front of the mirror. Son of a *****, he looked really good in it!" Finally Jiang

Yun ended this long speech with a classic Chinese curse.

Wanwan found that the more she came into contact with Jiang Yun, the more she felt that this young lady was frank, lively, innocent and adorable.

She couldn't help but laugh, and sat down opposite her, "Didn't you grow up in England? How come you speak Chinese so well?"

"My family is very close to Ji Mo's family, and I have been playing with Ji Mo since I was a child. Ji Hang is a few years older than us, and he has always had the look of a prince charming, so naturally I am very attached to him, but Ji Hang

Usually he is quite indifferent, so in order to chat with him more, I pretended to learn Chinese from him, and as a result, I gradually became able to speak Chinese." After saying that, Jiang Yun raised his wrist and bent his elbow to make a writing brush.

Regarding the posture of handwriting, "I also learned my handwriting from Ji Hang. Hehe, my handwriting is much prettier than Ji Mo's. His handwriting is like ghost drawing. I'll see how he signs people's names in the future."

"By the way, when I return to China this time, my biggest life ideal is to eat all the sweets I can eat in this life! When I was a child, my mother forced me to practice ballet. The teacher was extremely strict and I was not allowed to touch sweet things.

Not to mention sugar, I often dreamed about rolling in a garden made of candy, drinking sugar water and picking candy fruits. When I woke up, my face turned pale with fright, for fear that I would actually eat candy.

." Jiang Yun said with a smile as he stuck out his tongue and licked the lollipop. The pink tongue was stained with purple and yellow food dye.