"Ah! Ahhh!"

The groundhog screamed, stirring up layers of ripples. The four little girls exchanged glances and looked at each other. Without words, the screaming became even more frantic. He couldn't help laughing happily, completely disregarding the image of a lady.

That kind of pure and simple happiness flaunted the wantonness and splendor of youth, and along with that, the smile on the corner of Gao Wen's mouth also fully bloomed.

Ho Ho Ho, Ho Ho Ho.

The surrounding melon eaters were even happier than the four little girls, and one or two followed suit, so that the scene was like a carnival.

Gao Wen was not restrained either, he waved to the audience generously, with a calm expression on his face, which made the melon-eating crowd burst into laughter.

Afterwards, Gao Wen didn't stay any longer, and started to leave. He climbed down the stairs, and the Mini Cooper arranged by the event organizing committee stopped in front of him, waiting for Gao Wen to get on the car, and escorted Gao Wen back to his residence. I accidentally saw a figure, which caught my attention—

across the street.

There was no cheering, no screaming, or even any special movements, just standing quietly and waiting, just like a Chinese ghost story.

However, no one could ignore her existence, and the fans coming and going couldn't help but stop and cast their gazes at her in astonishment.

Gao Wen's footsteps also paused for a while, his thoughts turned for a while, and then he put his equipment bag in the back seat and said to the driver.

"Sorry, can you give me a moment? Three minutes?"

"Of course there is no problem, Mr. Gao." The driver was an Indian, showing a smile and showing a mouthful of white teeth. It seemed that he had seen the scene across the street through the rearview mirror from the corner of his vision, and there was a hint of meaning in his eyes. "I'm just waiting in the parking space ahead."

The English with a strong curry taste made Gao Wen's mouth slightly smile, but he closed the car door without explaining, and took a step forward.

"Hey Jennifer, good afternoon."

Click, click, click, click...

Accompanied by Gao Wen's greeting, the paparazzi's shutter sound could be heard next to his ears, the flash lights brightened, and he could clearly feel the surge of air—

It was Jennifer Lawrence who came.

Nearly two hours should have passed since the end of the game, but Lawrence still didn't leave, wearing that exaggerated but elegant hat.

Despite wearing sunglasses, such a ostentatious outfit is still conspicuous even in Wimbledon, and it is not easy for passers-by to ignore it; however, Lawrence has no intention of covering up, just standing here , calmly greet the bustling sight.

Gawain couldn't help wondering how long Lawrence had been waiting here.

Coincidentally, Gao Wen also thought that he should have an open and honest communication with Lawrence, sincerely and frankly, otherwise the scandal would be endless. Although Gao Wen didn't care, he didn't want the non-existent off-site lace to become the protagonist of the press conference —

Of course, there are also reasons for Pulan.

Whatever the reason, they need to talk once.

The problem is-

Now is the time when gossip is the hottest, any trouble, the paparazzi may look at the pictures and tell stories, and then make things big; if they meet in private but are secretly photographed by the paparazzi, it will really be impossible to clean up by jumping into the Yellow River. How to meet has also become a problem.

Gao Wen was having a headache, and now, Lawrence appeared.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, even if the paparazzi want to talk nonsense, with so many witnesses present, they don’t have much room to play. Although they may encounter countless people eating melons for entertainment, it is also the most open and honest way to deal with this situation. , which is also very good.

Lawrence looked at the oncoming Gawain, a little surprised, "Oh, I thought you would get in the car and escape."

Words, with a little irony.

Gawain didn't mind, and pointed to his vehicle, "Wait, do I need to run away? Why don't you remind me, I still have a choice now."

A frank joke made Lawrence burst out laughing, "I don't know, it's up to your judgment."

Gawain raised his chin lightly, seemed to think for a moment, and then made an inviting gesture, "I wonder if you have time for a walk? Maybe, we can visit the All England Club together. I heard that the countryside here is beautiful. , worth a visit even if it wasn't for the tennis."

"Oh?" Lawrence took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of strange eyes, "Aren't you worried about gossip?"

Gao Wen spread his hands, "I'm afraid the initiative in this matter is not in my hands, nor in your hands, what do you think?"

—As long as the paparazzi have the heart, even if there is no connection, they can still have associations, and then fabricate non-existent scandals.

"Haha." Lawrence immediately burst into laughter, "That would be great, I happen to be planning to visit the All England Club, but I just need a partner."

The two nodded slightly, and then walked together, slowly walking along the green fence—

Hula la.

It can be clearly felt that the surrounding crowd is commotion, not only the paparazzi, but also the melon-eating crowd with great interest, gathering in twos and threes, actually following Gawain and Lawrence all the way, moving along step by step, the bustling scene attracted even more people. Multiple sight lines.

Then, like wings, the news spread throughout the All England Club in the blink of an eye.

Gossip and gossip, the most curious stage is the stage of specious and specious, with a kind of speculation, novelty and inquiry psychology, trying to pry into those secrets, satisfying people's gossip psychology, and the unspeakable truth deep in the heart. A little bit of prying psychology is known.

Because of this, Dimitrov and Sharapova have been avoiding public appearances together, but the paparazzi are deliberately making the two together~lightnovelpub.net~It's like a game of cat and mouse.

Now, Gao Wen and Lawrence were actually walking side by side in broad daylight. Just by imagining it, one could feel the heat wave on the scene.

Lawrence looked at the gradually gathering crowd and sighed—

She didn't like it, very, very much.

However, when he raised his head to look at Gao Wen, there was a mischievous gleam in his eyes, "Oops, I can no longer hide it now."

No, Gao Wen was not nervous or anxious at all, and smiled easily, "When scandals are no longer hidden and the truth is revealed, people gradually lose interest. They are not satisfied with simple same-frame, dating, and romance, but look forward to If there is no more blood, the attention will slowly disappear, so, it is three minutes of enthusiasm, we don't need to be too nervous."

Lawrence was taken aback for a moment, he hadn't expected Gao Wen's response at all, and he was in a daze for a while.

Immediately afterwards, Gawain turned his head to look at Lawrence, and threw another heavy coin, "So, you are here, are you waiting for me? Do you have a crush on me?"

Heavy, straight to the point, straight to the point!