Prosperous Marriage: The Hidden Rules of the Entertainment Industry

It wasn't because Cheng Jihang was so low-key that no information about him could be found on the Internet. She only remembered that his name was "Prince Shen," and she would give him the wrong word... She sighed and pressed her fingerprint on the elevator.

No, it can't be like this. You have to forget the bad things and stay in a happy mood in order to work hard. She shook her head vigorously, and to boost morale, she even whispered "open sesame" to the elevator door that was gradually opening.

The second-rate Gu Wanwan quickly forgot about the unpleasantness just now, and while pressing the elevator button, he thought that next time he would try Harry Potter's door-opening spell "Open the Alaho Cave".

"Wait." A hand stopped the elevator that was almost completely closed. The fingers of that hand were long and slender, with distinct joints. The color of the back of the hand was very similar to the color of plaster of Greek sculptures. It was evenly pale and faint cyan blood vessels could be seen on the surface.

So beautiful. Gu Wanwan thought as she leaned forward and pressed the elevator door button.

What she didn't expect was that Cheng Jihang came in.

He changed into a light gray suit, which matched the color of his eyes and looked very good.

She was stunned, called "Mr. Cheng," took half a step back, and leaned against the elevator wall.

He seemed to hear her, but he seemed not to hear her, just like he seemed to see her, but he seemed not to see her. His expression was always so cold, and she could never understand what he was thinking.

Gu Wanwan curled her lips at herself. Her emphasis just now seemed to have fallen on the word "Cheng".

He stood with his back to her, and suddenly reached out and pressed the elevator button.

She could see the buttons for two floors turning red.

Maybe he was going down on the way, or there was someone waiting to see him. Gu Wanwan blinked and thought.

But the elevator door opened and closed, no one came up, and he didn't get out.

Could it be that the boss's inspection job is to randomly pick two floors every day and take a look in the elevator?

When she reached the 36th floor, she deliberately slowed down, two steps behind him, and secretly placed an ocean blue glass lunch box with moon jellyfish printed on the surface on Xia Tian's table.

It was a bento made by herself. She liked this lively and cute little girl very much.

Seeing Cheng Jihang enter the office, she immediately rushed to the tea room to squeeze vegetable juice.

After putting the fruits and vegetables into the juicer and pressing the button, she immediately ran back to the lobby to find Amanda.

"Amanda, why is the CEO back? It takes nine hours from City C to London, and I only booked a flight ticket for him yesterday."

Amanda's face looked a little tired, but probably because she was afraid that she would get into trouble again like yesterday, she sighed and decided to answer her question in detail, "It was delivered by the private plane of Mr. Holt, the London media tycoon, at seven o'clock this morning. Landed. I don’t know if he had a rest at night, but I received work emails at two and four in the morning.”

But he seemed to be in good spirits this morning, and there were no dark circles under his eyes. She thought about it carefully and made sure there were none.

"Doesn't the president have a private jet?" If a person can't even tolerate advertisements produced by other companies, how can he patiently wait for frequent delays and no-shows of flights?

"There used to be some, but it crashed in the Canary Islands while flying across the Atlantic in May this year. The president was on the plane at the time. Although he parachuted in time and nothing serious happened, the board of directors has been resisting the company's purchase of any more private jets since then. The president I got angry twice about this, but since the company's main business operations were in Greater China during this period, I didn't travel much, so it was okay."

"Am...amanda," Gu Wawanwan looked pale as she came out after delivering the fruit and vegetable juices, "The president asked me to buy a plane."