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These past few days, Cen Jiawen's phone had been switched off, and she was too lazy to charge her phone. A few days ago, Huo Runhan really thought that she went to the Cen family. Although Huo Runhan was the CEO, he rarely asked about things related to the entertainment department other than decision-making. He called everywhere to ask about it, and in the end, it was Yu Qing who told him about the recent entertainment news.

No matter where Cen Jiawen was, he was the most dazzling. Where she was, he couldn't see anyone.

Huo Runhan lowered his eyes. Previously, he was fawning on the Cen Family elders because he knew that Cen Jiawen was filial and filial. She would naturally not be able to escape if he took them down. They were family, and even though he was Jianwen's husband, in her heart, they were still two families.

The horseradish touched Hopper's arm, he looked towards Huo Runhan, but the Grandpa Huo only shook his head and did not say anything. Although this grandson's face was expressionless, he was probably overjoyed in his heart.

He looked at his granddaughter-in-law, who was standing in the middle of the stage like a bright pearl. She had been a patient since she was young, and he also felt that this girl, Jia Wen, was really good at it.

This meant that he was not uninterested in the matter.

All they wanted was this result.

The horseradish asked with a smile: "You Han, when do you plan on letting us carry a grandson?"

Huo Runhan paused for a moment, and then said indifferently: "Jiuwen still doesn't want it. We'll talk about it in a year."

"Why not?" Hopper asked, very doubtful.

"She felt very suddenly that she wasn't sure about our relationship and that she... Probably not enough to trust me. "

The Grandpa Huo despised his grandson, "You little brat, usually you are so smart, but why do you only meet a Jiuwen girl who doesn't know how to turn corners? There are some things that we can say for you, but some of them you still have to do on your own. "

Hopper nodded seriously: "Dad is right, no matter how smart Jiayan is, she can't compare to you in terms of cultivation experience. If she says she doesn't want it, then you don't want it, you will pamper her so much sooner or later."

Huo Runhan laughed, his deep gaze looking at the charming face on the television screen: "I can't control myself."

He couldn't control himself and wanted nothing more than to give her everything he had, the most precious things in the world.

horseradish was conflicted, Hopper hammered his head. Grandpa Huo couldn't help but roar out, "Stinky brat, wouldn't you eat first before being unable to hold back? Then, when Jia Wen asked me afterwards, you said that you couldn't stop yourself from being too beautiful and alluring. All women like to listen to sweet talk, so being coaxed to be more accurate is a good thing. It's been like this many times, once you fall for it or not, it doesn't count anymore. "

… …. Everyone was silent.

The corner of Huo Runhan's eyes twitched, and he wisely chose to remain silent. However, when he thought about it again, this idea was not bad at all.

Well, I can try next time.

The Hopper had an interesting expression, but the Grandpa Huo was extremely tired. You said that your grandson wanted his help in marrying a wife, and he even needed his help in asking a child. For a relationship, he had to come up with a plan himself. It wasn't easy for a senior to do that.

Luckily, there was only one grandson. If both of them were of the same model, wouldn't that be exhausting?

… ….

The promotions for the TV series continued like wildfire. Their crew had attracted a lot of attention. After all, they were all famous people, so it was very valuable to gossip and talk about stuff like this.

The media were especially curious about the relationship between Xu Mengjiao and Cen Jiawen, the pair of enemies. Director Ning had told them in advance that they must speak human words, that they were not allowed to swear or hit anyone. If anyone attacked first, he …

However, the end result was still pretty good. The two ladies rarely cooperated with each other, and they were both exquisite people, and their words were especially hilarious. Ning Jiayang never smiled in front of the media, he could not even contain his happiness. Cen Jiawen and Xu Mengjiao smiled at each other, but neither talked back to the other.

After an interview, the reporters were very successful. Director Ning was so, too, but the two ladies were not very happy with each other.

The two of them grew more and more disgusted with each other, but they also grew more and more similar.

… ….

However, the good news didn't last long before Cen Jiawen went to the 4S store and bought a Maserati Jaguar. The moment she got her hands on the car, she was so excited that she got into trouble.

Cen Jiawen had also realized that the situation was not good. First, she did her best to control the steering wheel to enter a relatively less populated area, then she took off her high heels and threw them to the side. Her beautiful eyes scanned her surroundings, and finally fixed onto a large tree not too far away.

Cen Jiawen adjusted her direction, and suddenly turned towards that direction. She opened the car door, and her body swiveled out, following that, in the next second, she crashed into a big tree, creating a loud noise.

had just finished participating in the event, and was still wearing his formal attire. Under such intense friction, both of his arms and his back were scraped off, and some parts of his back were even stained with blood, making him look extremely terrifying.

Cen Jiawen clenched her teeth, and the pain made her want to curse out loud. She had never made this kind of mistake since she started learning about cars. She had rushed from the domestic tournament all the way to the international professional car race and won first place for several years. It was simply a miracle for her to get into a car accident.

The passersby hit 120. Most of the onlookers were taking videos, but only two little girls and an old man helped her up. Miss Cen laughed coldly as she looked at the people present: "I suddenly feel that letting my car hit a tree is the wrong choice."

Her words were harsh, but there was nothing she could do. As long as it didn't cause any harm to one's life, it was a matter of morality. Once a person died, they would have to pay the price.

This is also the most common problem of modern times.

When everyone heard her words, they all began to mutter, but they all gradually dispersed. After a while, to Cen Jiawen's surprise, not even 120 of them had arrived, the doggy journalists had arrived first.

She held her forehead, feeling conflicted …

Cen Jiawen looked at the sportscar that was smashed into pieces, and pouted her lips in pain. It's only been two days, what a pity.

The spotlight was continuously being filmed, causing her eyes to hurt. The more Miss Cen watched, the angrier she got. F * ck, you said she was like this. No one came up to ask how she was doing, and all they knew was that she was going to get on the headlines for shooting and sending videos.

In the eyes of these people, other than money, what else was left?