American Fortune Life

next morning.

"Ding dong, ding dong—"

Slightly haggard, Han Jiaren, wearing a white short T-shirt and a pair of white loose mom pants, wore slippers and trotted through the living room and porch with an expression of surprise and anticipation on her face, and pressed the answering machine on the door eagerly. Just seeing the image on the monitor, although the expression was a little surprised, it was full of disappointment.

"Ernie? You..."

Han Jiaren hurriedly opened the door, and looked at Han Caiying who appeared in front of her, wearing a long army green gauze skirt with loose irregular skirt, the neckline was pulled to the side, revealing the left fragrant shoulder and black shoulder strap.

Han Caiying took off the sunglasses on her face, revealing bright and charming crescent moon smile eyes, Hong Chun slightly raised her eyebrows and said, "What, are you surprised? I was shooting an advertisement nearby, and I just came to see you when it was over."

"Oh, thank you O'Neill for still thinking about me, please come in." The astonishment on Han Jiaren's face dissipated, revealing a soft and pleasant smile, and hurriedly moved aside to invite Han Caiying to enter.

"You look bad, haven't you slept?" Han Caiying took off her high heels, walked into the living room unceremoniously, put her bag on the sofa, sat down, and watched Han Jiaren pour ice water for her , asked with some concern.

Han Jiaren's expression was slightly taken aback, and her complexion involuntarily darkened, she squeezed out a smile uglier than crying and said, "Yeah, I'm a little sleepless..."

She and Han Caiying originally belonged to the same agency artist, and they also had a friendship in BH Entertainment for three or four years. They have similar personalities, and they can get along well. They are gentle and low-key, and they are also conscientious in their work.

"Sit down, don't worry about it. When you called last time, I was not in a good state of mind. I was a little rude. Don't worry about it, beautiful lady." Han Caiying said with a smile.

"How could it be, such an accident... I'm sorry, O'Neill, I..." An apology appeared on Han Jiaren's pretty face, and she hastily apologized for her slip of the tongue before others' sad things.

"Okay, it's all in the past. I don't care about it anymore. Haven't there been more embarrassing things? Divorce may not be a good thing for me." Han Caiying smiled self-deprecatingly, her expression changed Very calm and calm.

Han Jiaren looked at Han Caiying's face with a ruddy complexion, without the slightest hint of forced sadness. She was truly radiant and full of energy. She was there at the reception that night, so she naturally knew what the more embarrassing thing Han Caiying said was. Thinking of what happened at the reception that night, she couldn't help but her face changed slightly, and she asked with concern: "Oni, is that matter resolved?"

There was a mocking smile on the corner of Han Caiying's mouth, she leaned back on the sofa, nodded and said with emotion: "It's settled, that's why I'm getting a divorce, I dislike me for making passionate scenes, and I can see the face of that family clearly, Hehe, I once wanted to die, but one of my friends is right, I don’t love myself, and others don’t care, so, look, isn’t everything okay, and my heart is stronger up!"

"That's really congratulations to O'Neill, and I'm happy for O'Neill too..." Han Jiaren opened her mouth wide and looked dumbfounded when she heard about the suicide, and then she breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the news, and said softly.

"Hehe, well, let's not talk about unhappy things, talk about yourself, how did you make your life like this, your eyes are dull, full of fatigue, your face is almost full of sadness, and Yan Zhengxun is even more so. I was photographed by the reporter getting drunk in the middle of the night and flirting with other women crookedly, if I hadn't read the newspaper, I...don't cry, what happened?"

Han Caiying looked at Han Jiaren whose tears began to fall continuously before her words fell, her beautiful face became extremely pale, she couldn't help asking anxiously, and handed the paper to the weeping Han Jiaren .

Han Jiaren Lihua was sobbing with rain, as if she had finally found someone to confide in, she began to tell Han Caiying intermittently the ins and outs of the matter, following Han Jiaren's name, Han Caiying's face became very ugly,

His eyes widened in disbelief, with a wry smile on his face.

No matter which artist it is, facing the four-star prince, it is an unstoppable nightmare existence. He shook his head with a wry smile, and said in a dry voice: "It's hard to imagine, beauty, did you decide to get married so quickly in the first place? ..."

The weeping Han Jiaren's tender body trembled slightly, and then she cried even harder. She didn't answer Han Caiying's question directly, but held Han Caiying's hand in tears, and asked helplessly, "Oni, what do you think I should do? Xun must hate me now, he..."

Han Caiying shook her head with a wry smile. She finally understood that at the beginning, Han Jiaren might have liked Yan Zhengxun a little bit. She felt that her looks, character, and family background were not bad, and she was anxious to get rid of the entanglement of the four-star prince. It can be regarded as another shield effect.

It's just that Han Jiaren, who has not seen too many storms and lacks social ability and experience, doesn't think about it, can Yan Zhengxun's small arms and legs block the revenge after his glass heart is broken?

In the face of that four-star prince, the future of this couple may be in jeopardy. Apart from anything else, Yan Zhengxun was considered to be famous at a young age. Some unbelievable emergency military service was interrupted, and then there was no more.

Han Chae-young looked at Han Ga-in with a complicated mood. Even when she cried, she had a beautiful face with pear blossoms and rain. The beauty mole on the tip of her nose made many Korean men dream of her. She just smiled helplessly and sighed softly, "If you want to pay for filming , I can still think of a way, as for Yan Zhengxun... In Korea, who dares to offend a four-star prince, even if someone is not afraid, but... hey, this is an unsolvable problem."

Thinking of her husband's depression and helplessness, Han Jiaren felt that her heart was tightly grasped, and she began to cry sadly, chanting words like sorry, which made Han Caiying's heart ache when she saw it.

It's just this kind of thing, and no one can help their husband and wife. Although she Han Caiying is not what she used to be, she will be able to participate in the biggest movie when she comes back, and she doesn't have to worry about her future career or encountering such things, but all of this comes from From her big backer Andy Smith.

The reason why Han Jiaren got married was to avoid being entangled, and she didn't want to be a mistress for others. If she wanted to, this kind of thing would never happen. Therefore, this is an unsolvable problem, and no one will help for no reason. Their husband and wife are able to withstand the thunder of a four-star prince, and the price proposed by that kind of person is by no means what their husband and wife can afford.

Hey. . . . . .

In the seaside villa of Shilla Hotel in Jeju Island, Andy, who came back from outside, looked at the closed door of the master bedroom, and sighed with a wry smile, "Hey——"

"Boss, lunch is ready and ready to eat."

The assistant, who was wearing a white top and bottom blue one-piece T-shirt and shorts, came over and said to Andy with a red face.

"Boom——"

While knocking on the door, Andy looked back at Tory Black and asked, "Did she come out all morning?"

The corner of the little assistant's mouth was slightly raised, and he raised his eyebrows and smiled: "No, I didn't even eat breakfast."

"You're still laughing. If you hadn't messed around last night, she wouldn't have lost her temper." Andy gave the little assistant an angry look.

"Boss, it seems that you are the happiest one. I just follow your orders. You can't blame me."

"How dare you talk back..."

"boom!"

Andy was frowning to reprimand the little assistant who shrank his neck, the door of the master bedroom was suddenly opened, and Son Yejin, who was wearing a purple floral dress, tilted her head and glared at Andy with almost cannibalistic eyes, stretched out her hand Push Andy away, "Get out of the way—"

Then he pulled his suitcase and walked out, but before taking two steps, Andy hugged him from behind and lifted him up.

"Ah! Bastard, let me go, I'm leaving, you bastard... woo woo."

Andy frowned slightly, let Sun Yizhen struggle, hugged her up and walked to the bedroom, Sun Yizhen saw that the struggle was hopeless, she opened her mouth and bit Andy's arm.

"Ahem, dear, can you let go of your mouth first? If you bite again, you will really bleed. I apologize, a sincere apology, only this time, as long as you don't agree, there will never be a next time, I am to God swear!"

"Bastard!" Sun Yezhen's pretty face was flushed with anger, and she yelled at Andy angrily. Of course, maybe she was more angry from embarrassment. After all, the absurdity of last night almost refreshed her own three views. Under the attack of Di and the little assistant, the consequences can be said to make her feel ashamed and angry, and her whole body is not good.