Looking for Love and Marriage: Mr. President Forgive Me

The table was not very big, and it was packed to the brim. With such a move, a plate of good-looking dishes arrived in front of An Tianyu. The shape was long and thin, similar to deep-fried vermicelli.

An Tianyu wanted to pick it up, but was stopped by the old man on the side: "Xiao Yu, you probably don't like that, you should eat fish."

An Tianyu's chopsticks paused in the air, and then he looked at the dish carefully, his face turned pale all of a sudden, what kind of vermicelli was there, it was clearly some kind of bug with eyes and tentacles on its head...

She looked at the other tables speechlessly, and on almost every table, these two dishes, which seemed weird and terrifying to her, were indispensable.

It seems that this should be the signature dish of this restaurant.

It's a pity that she didn't have the guts to enjoy it.

She slowly picked the rice in the bowl: "I think, I probably won't come here again in this life."

Mr. Jia laughed and said: "That's a pity, this is a delicacy in the world, if you don't taste it, you will be in this world for nothing."

An Tianyu just smiled and said nothing.

Zhao Xuancheng said at this time: "I think Ziming should try these things. I have been to his restaurants, and there are no memorable dishes. If it is not for the strength of the chef, I will definitely not be able to survive. go down."

An Tianyu nodded: "His shop has star effects."

Zhao Xuancheng smiled and said: "Who doesn't say yes? In the future, when he becomes a passing star, he may go bankrupt if he fails, so he'd better make some reforms now to prevent problems before they happen."

An Tianyu said: "Form your own unique style, it is best to form your own brand, and you will be invincible in the future. If you have time tomorrow, you should discuss this issue with him."

Mr. Jia was eating with gusto, but at this moment he couldn't help but say, "It's just a meal, and you are just talking about things, so you can't talk about it another day. The taste will change when it gets cold."

Mr. Zhao picked up the food with a smile: "Yes, yes, this occasion is not suitable for talking about things, let's have dinner!"

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Mrs. Han, the living room of the luxurious villa is a bit chaotic at the moment.

Han Zheng leaned on the sofa, and on the floor in front of him were scattered torn and shredded newspapers.

The nanny was tidying up a guest room next to the living room. She glanced out from the door and wanted to come out to clean it, but she changed her mind and backed away.

I didn't want Han Zheng to call her suddenly: "Where is Miss?"

The nanny had no choice but to go out and reply: "Miss seems to be still in the bedroom. She just came back early this morning and has been asleep."

Han Zheng's face was frighteningly pale: "A girl spends half the night outside, why is she so ignorant...you go and wake her up."

The nanny's face was ugly: "But sir, I'm afraid she will be unhappy if I call Miss at this time."

Han Zheng's voice was cold: "If I tell you to go, go quickly!"

The nanny didn't dare to show her anger, so she went upstairs quickly and pushed open the door of Han Meng's bedroom.

However, she went in for a while and didn't come out.

Han Zheng and the others were upset and irritable, and got up to go upstairs.

But at this moment, the door of Han Meng's bedroom finally opened. She was leaning on the railing in her pajamas, yawning and saying hello: "Dad, why are you here? You didn't call me in advance."

Han Zheng was angry: "Come down quickly, I have something to tell you."

Han Meng still stood there without moving: "What's the matter? It's worth your fuss. You can just talk about it here. I have to go to sleep."

Because of her attitude, Han Zheng became even more angry: "I told you to come down, can't you understand what I say?"

Han Meng realized the seriousness of the matter and finally came downstairs.

Seeing that she was wearing thin clothes, the nanny brought her a coat and wrapped her around her body: "What's the matter, it's worth your coming here so early to ask the teacher?"

Han Zheng glanced at the nanny: "Go out and do some shopping, and come back in two hours."

The nanny nodded in agreement, then quickly took her things and walked out of the villa.

Only the father and daughter were left facing each other in the living room, and it became quiet all of a sudden, but the atmosphere was unavoidably dull.

Only then did Han Zheng cut to the chase: "What's going on?"

Han Meng was stunned for a moment: "What's going on, what happened, can't you make it clearer?"

Han Zheng sneered: "People all over the world know what happened, but you, the client, are still kept in the dark? Han Meng, you, let me tell you what is good about you. Our Han family will be destroyed by you sooner or later." hands."

Han Meng didn't wake up from the hangover until now, and realized the seriousness of the matter. She frowned and explained: "I drank very late with my friends last night, and now I'm still dizzy, so..."

Han Zheng glanced at the shredded newspaper on the ground, then took out his mobile phone, searched it, and then pushed the mobile phone in front of her: "You can see for yourself, what happened this night."

Han Meng took the mobile phone with a puzzled face. It was the news about Zhao Xiaoxun's accidental injury, and then announced the postponement of the wedding.

From the beginning to the end, her face turned pale.

Especially when she saw the comments below the message, she felt bad all over.

In the era of advanced Internet information, there are many onlookers who watch the excitement and don't think it's a big deal. Some of them speak sharply, some ridicule, and some fortunately only type a few words.

"There are a lot of right and wrong in wealthy families, and ordinary people can get in whenever they want."

"Han Meng is just a broken shoe, I'm afraid that all those things have been revealed?"

"Whoever it is, wouldn't marry a woman who is engaged and continues to cuckold herself."

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The words that followed were even more unsightly.

Han Meng didn't dare to continue reading, and turned off the mobile phone page: "How could this happen? Zhao Xiaoxun is really too much. He didn't even notify me in advance, and unilaterally postponed the wedding date. What does he think of me?"

Han Zheng patted the table: "You still have the nerve to say, don't you know what you are doing? I told you before, don't think that he is devoted to you, just challenge his limit again and again, he can't get it Wife, it’s not up to you, you are not worthy of him, you have to know how to cherish... But you, you have gone too far every time, this is fine, you ruined yourself, ruined the whole company It's gone, you're satisfied."

Han Meng was stunned for a while, and then took out her mobile phone. She was going to call Zhao Xiaoxun Xingshi to question her.

However, when the phone was turned on, she was stunned by the missed call IDs one after another.

Zhao Xiaoxun had no fewer than seven or eight calls after midnight yesterday, but she was probably in the middle of talking with her boyfriend at that time, so she didn't receive them at all.

While trying to dial the phone back, she muttered to herself: "Could it be, he knew what happened yesterday, so he..."

The phone didn't work at all.

Playing it a second time, the result is still the same.

I don't know whether it's because Zhao Xiaoxun is in the hospital and it's inconvenient to answer his phone, or because he blocked himself at all and doesn't want to answer.

Han Meng was about to put the phone away, but the phone rang suddenly, and the caller ID was the name of her boyfriend who was with her last night.

She was in a bad mood, and she didn't want to answer it, but after thinking about it, she pressed the answer button.

On the other end of the phone, the man's voice was hoarse with exhaustion: "I saw the news when I woke up early in the morning. What's going on? Why do I think Zhao Xiaoxun's injury is fake, and the delay of the wedding is just a cover. I think his real purpose is very serious. Maybe it's about breaking off the engagement."

Han Meng sneered: "You hit the nail on the head."

The man sighed: "Didn't he call you beforehand?"

Han Meng replied: "Yes, I called several times last night, but I didn't receive any of them."

The man said: "If that's the case, I don't think the matter has gotten out of hand yet. You should call him immediately and see what he has to say."

Han Meng told the truth: "But the point is, now I can't get through his phone at all."

The man sighed: "That would be a bit troublesome, if it's really not good, you should go and talk to him, find out what he said, is there any room for redemption?"

Han Meng frowned and asked, "Do you think it's necessary? If he was really just injured, then our relationship can still be maintained, but if it's because he knows something, then it's impossible... I It's very strange, why he didn't get hurt sooner or later, but chose to get hurt when we were together, isn't it a bit strange?"

The man was speechless for a while, and then said: "I remembered that when we went to the hotel last night, we always felt like there was a tail behind us. At that time, I thought it was because I was suspicious. Now that I think about it, maybe it is true."

Han Meng was stunned: "You mean, we were targeted by someone yesterday, and then the news was revealed to Zhao Xiaoxun, so he took such an action, then who do you think is the person who watched us, it will be Zhao Xiaoxun person?"

The man replied: "I think it's possible, because I thought he had doubts about you before, but I can't make a conclusion yet. I'll go to the hotel to check right away, and then I'll give you the result."

Han Meng tried to stop him: "Let's forget it, what if you find out, it backfires and reveals our affairs."

The man said in an indifferent tone: "So what, I think we can't hide our matter... And don't worry, I will be careful, and I will notify you as soon as I find out the results."

When his voice fell, he hung up the phone without waiting for Han Meng to say anything else.

Han Meng put down the mobile phone in her hand, leaned on the sofa, and muttered to herself: "It's a bit messy!"

Han Zheng looked at her coldly: "Look at what good things you have done. A good game of chess, but you are going to end up in a dead end game. I want to see how you end up."