C208

With the phone in her hand, she stood in front of the French windows for half the night.

Washing his face and brushing his teeth, he went to bed. What happened just now didn't seem to have any effect on her at all.

Was this the husband and wife?

She drove to San Francisco and drove around the streets for a few hours. When she was tired, she found a luxurious five-star hotel in the center of the city and stayed there. Miss Cen had always enjoyed it and rented a presidential suite, she didn't want to go back for the next few days, she wanted to stay here.

After taking a nap, the lanterns lit up. She put on a simple makeup and went out to have some fun.

Nightlife in big American cities was famous, such as San Francisco, the New York, and Washington. Although Cen Jiawen was not familiar with this place, she knew some English and had a body full of skills.

If the rogue robbers met her, their brains would definitely be in turmoil …

She went online to search the nearby nightclubs and drove around a few streets. Today, she was not wearing gorgeous clothes, only a pair of simple black pants. However, they were rather tight-fitting.

She casually entered a bar. At this time, there were not many people in the bar yet, and the time for the real night life wasn't here yet. Cen Jiawen, on the other hand, was happy and quiet.

Actually, if one had something on their mind, no matter how calm they looked on the surface, it would still be painful.

Gradually, people started to come up to them. She frowned, wanting to reject them, but she turned them into nothing as long as they looked good. Speaking of which, ever since she and Huo Runhan had married, the number of peach blossoms in A City plummeted. Just as they were about to turn into a negative tempo, in foreign countries, there were fewer people who knew her.

Cen Jiawen had a very good impression of one of the handsome Italian men. That man had handsome facial features, was tall and handsome, was elegant like this, and also had a sense of humor and humor. It was rare for a man like that to not be tempted by it.

When the man asked if she was Chinese, Korean or Japanese, she smiled and said, "Chinese."

This smile was originally unintentional, but it caused the man to be stunned.

Some of the women's so-called amorous relationships were just unintentionally displayed by Gu Panpan. Charm and enchantment had already seeped into their bones, becoming symbols of their beauty.

The man was called Bei En, he did not seem like the kind of person who would appear in such an occasion. Instead, he had a very good demeanor, and his words and actions were not offensive to others. Cen Jiawen could not help but tell him many things, including her and Huo Runhan.

She sipped her cocktail, her gaze unclear. "What does it mean for a man to be unwilling to reveal himself to his wife?"

Bei En was startled, he never thought that this beautiful lady would actually be married. He paused for a moment, but still said: "Either he does not love you, or he has his own difficulties."

Cen Jiawen retracted his gaze. Huo Runhan didn't love her? If this was a few months ago, she would have believed it, but now, she definitely didn't. If he had not given up his heart, how could a person like him persevere for more than ten years, and how could he happily live the days she loved, happy her happiness, and sad her sorrow?

However, was it a problem?

She no longer spoke, but Bei En was very curious, and asked her a lot of questions. Miss Cen answered with a few simple words, and then suddenly raised her eyebrows, and the curve of her lips was truly extremely stunning, and was even extremely enchanting, "Why, didn't I tell you I'm married, and you're interested in me?"

The man smiled in a frank and magnanimous manner, "Indeed, but there are some pity that the flower has an owner. I was too late to make a move."

Cen Jiawen laughed heartily. She could not hate this man's attitude any longer. Bei En also drank his wine, then said: "From your words, your husband doesn't seem to be that good to you, you are so young and beautiful, why would you trap yourself in a cage?"

"Cage?" She was surprised for a moment, then subconsciously chewed on the word, playful and charming. After a long while, she raised her head and looked over, asking back, "That's not right, you're not me, how do you know that I'm not willing?"

Regardless of whether she accepted it or not, her acceptance of Huo Runhan and this marriage was already far greater than her resistance.

Bei En paused for a moment, then laughed: "Why haven't I met a woman who is willing to fall deeply in love with me?"

Cen Jiawen laughed, and kept her eyes closed in silence.

No one paid any attention to them. In such an occasion, it was normal for something to happen. But not long after, the Miss Cen felt that something was amiss. It was as if a strong gaze was fixated on her. Frowning, she circled around, passing numerous tables and figures, meeting a gaze.

He was a very handsome foreign man with sharp angles, sharp eyebrows, and starry eyes. His perfect facial features were filled with sharpness. A man like that was clearly no good citizen of society.

What made her even more surprised was that this was the man that she had met three days ago in the dining hall, the one who disappeared along with ink cold in the blink of an eye!

Suspicion and confusion disappeared in an instant. She smiled seductively at the man as a form of greeting. The man, however, didn't seem to have any grace to speak of. He coldly stared at her with a pair of strange eyes. His face was expressionless, as though he was extremely displeased.

Cen Jiawen was baffled as to why he turned his face around. Perhaps it was because he had guessed that's man was one of his own, so he was not too afraid. There was a saying that was right. With a big tree in her head to take advantage of the shade, there was such a shady husband in her family. How could she not have any confidence?

Mm, we can't waste resources like this.

Bei En also noticed it. Looking over, it was only a glance and his expression changed slightly. He carefully asked Cen Jiawen, "Have you offended him before?"

Miss Cen shook her head innocently, "No."

"Then why does he keep staring at you?"

"That's a good question."

"..."

Cen Jiawen looked at the man again, curled his lips and said: "I've only met him once, and I'll tell you in secret, the chaos in California was probably caused by him."

Bei En was slightly startled. The dim light of the bar masked the calculating look that flashed past his eyes. He put down the wine cup in his hand, went close to the Miss Cen's ear and whispered: "I'll tell you the truth, I've also seen him by father's side. Do you know who he is?"

"Who?"

"Carol Gambino, godfather of the American Mafia."