Looking for Love and Marriage: Mr. President Forgive Me

Mrs. Zhao took the envelope in her hand and opened it. There were some photos and documents inside. She flipped through it, and her expression changed involuntarily.

Zhao Xiaoxun sat opposite him in his seat: "My dad called me just now, and he said he couldn't bear it anymore, and then I promised him that you will never do similar things again, otherwise I can consider cutting off relations with you .”

Mrs. Zhao's face was livid: "Based on these things, you believe that I am looking for someone to kill him?"

Zhao Xiaoxun shook his head: "Even if you don't have these things, I also know that you are looking for those people. There is my eyeliner outside your villa, and there are also my people among the drivers. It is the coffee shop you often go to. There is a clerk who is also I arranged."

Mrs. Zhao put down the envelope: "Unexpectedly, you really have the heart. Isn't it too much for you to do this? I really raised your son for nothing."

Zhao Xiaoxun sighed: "If you really cared about my feelings, you shouldn't have gone too far. Don't forget, he is my father."

Mrs. Zhao stood up: "This matter was decided by the subordinates, not by me, so I can't take the blame."

Zhao Xiaoxun nodded: "I do hope that the truth is as you said."

Mrs. Zhao snorted coldly: "Believe it or not, I'm optimistic about it. You only have your father in your eyes. Since I'm an eyesore, I'll go far away, so that you can't see it."

Zhao Xiaoxun was stunned for a moment: "Where are you going?"

Mrs. Zhao replied: "I don't think you need to know, so you don't have to worry about sending people to follow me. You'd better not worry."

After she finished speaking, she turned and walked away quickly.

Zhao Xiaoxun watched her back disappear outside the door, and then he took out his mobile phone. The call was answered quickly, and the assistant's voice came from the other side: "What's the matter, Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Xiaoxun replied: "Add two reliable people to watch her. She seems to be going abroad soon, so I must keep an eye on her. I want to know where she is going, where she is staying, and who she is with. What did you do?"

The assistant hurriedly replied: "Okay, I understand, don't worry."

Zhao Xiaoxun, who hung up the phone, let out a long sigh.

……

The weather was fine, and Han Meng was dressed in crisp white sportswear and a cap on his head. Standing on the sports field, he was chatting with an old man in his 70s and [-]s, looking very happy.

Although the old man was not young, he was energetic and stylishly dressed. He had yellow hair and blue eyes, and his face was wrinkled, but his gaze had a sharpness that did not match his age.

The two of them stood together, giving the impression that they were both grandparents and grandchildren.

Someone sent over a pair of rackets and badmintons at this time.

Han Meng smiled and said, "I heard that you play badminton very well."

The old man said: "It's just so-so, it's all exaggerated by others."

Han Meng said: "Then you are probably not my opponent. When I was in school, I was the main force of the school team. If you lose today, you will be treated."

The old man laughed and said, "You are very confident. You played well in school, and you can play well now. If I lose, I will treat you. If you lose, don't you want to show it?"

Han Meng turned around and walked towards the other side of the venue: "If I lose, I'll drink with you, and I won't go home until I'm drunk, that's fine."

The old man smiled and said, "You seem to be a good drinker from what you said. It looks like you won't be able to save money on drinks today."

Two people started to play, you come and go, evenly matched.

I have to admit that both of them are masters, and they are quite professional players, causing the onlookers to applaud from time to time.

After one round, Han Meng narrowly won a round. She took the mineral water handed to her by the assistant, gulped down half of the bottle, then wiped her sweat with a paper towel, and sat next to the old man: "How about it, I said I'm amazing!" Come on, you still don't believe it, it means that I can save money on drinks."

The old man frowned: "It's only one game, are you so confident?"

Han Meng raised her head and looked at the blue sky above her head: "It's been a long time since I've been as happy as today...Can you stay here?"

The old man was stunned for a moment: "Then how can it work? I still have a lot of things to deal with, so I will go back in a week at most."

Han Meng nodded: "Oh, then will you come over in the future?"

The old man shook his head: "There is nothing important, I rarely come to China, but you can visit me anytime."

Han Meng looked disappointed: "But I'm also very busy. Things in the company are overwhelming every day... But since you have to go back a few days later, can you do me a little favor?"

The man asked: "What's the matter, let's listen."

Han Meng replied: "That's it. I have a press conference to be held in a few days. Now I have a headache and can't invite any decent guests to the scene. I'm afraid I won't be able to make a big impact. Can you give me a show?" .”

The old man frowned: "But, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for that day."

Han Meng looked at him with a smile: "You are just making an excuse. You just think that our press conference is too small. If you show up, you will lose face."

After the old man said this to her, he smiled and said, "I'll ask my assistant to arrange it. If possible, I will consider participating."

The two quickly started the second round of competition.

Han Meng's two assistants sat on the bench tens of meters away from them, watching them from afar.

The male assistant frowned: "What does Mr. Han mean by this? Could it be that she thought she could win Charmain over?"

The female assistant nodded: "I think that's what she meant. Otherwise, why would you spend a lot of time with a bad old man? And you must know that Charmaine took a detour to China this time because of her invitation. The two of you knew each other before."

The Charlemagne they are talking about is an internationally renowned gold medal designer, and the Finno brand under him is the world's top brand that is almost as famous as Chanel.

If he can really be moved, the Han family will definitely benefit a lot.

The male assistant frowned: "But it is said that this old man has never intended to develop in China. I think our President Han's hope is more likely to fail this time."

The smile on the female assistant's face was a bit strange: "You are wrong, let me see, the probability of success is at least 90.00%. Didn't you see that Mr. Charmain, who couldn't close his mouth with a smile?" .”

The male assistant sighed: "Don't forget, the old man has also been in the mall for many years. He is shrewd. It is impossible for him not to know the existence of Qi Tianchen, and it is impossible for him not to know the relationship between Mr. Zhao and HSBC. Come here at this time Muddy waters, unless he's an old fool."

Hearing what he said, the female assistant said, "Of course it makes sense for you to say that, and after all, Charmaine is now famous and earning a lot of money. It's time to get out and retire, unless, He couldn't resist the temptation..."

The male assistant looked at her in astonishment, and pointed in Han Meng's direction: "You mean, Mr. Han..."

The female assistant smiled and said, "I just said that you men are not sensitive enough sometimes, can't you see her obvious attempt?"

The male assistant shook his head in disbelief: "Impossible, you don't even look at how old the two of them are, and Boss Han is so arrogant, how could it be... Anyway, I don't believe it."

The female assistant said: "Then do you dare to make a bet with me, will you please have a meal?"

The male assistant was unequivocal: "Gamble, bet, whoever is afraid of whom!"

Han Meng and Charlemagne didn't decide the winner in the end, they were tied, and it was almost dusk when they wanted to have a showdown.

Han Meng looked unsatisfied: "It seems that there will be no winner today, but it doesn't matter, we will fight again tomorrow."

Charlemagne also looked excited: "Okay, I will definitely win you a drink tomorrow, and you must be ready to pay for it."

Han Meng smiled and said, "It's hard to say who will win and who will lose. You are a little early in Haikou."

While talking, the two left the gym all the way, then found a nearby restaurant, asked for a high-class box, chatted while eating and drinking.

Charmaine can be said to be a China hand. It is said that most of the models under his brand are domestic, and he also has a soft spot for Chinese food: "Actually, when I was young, I always wanted to come to China to develop, and even bought I lived in a villa, but later, because I couldn't spare time, I gave up the idea, and I still feel regretful when I think about it now."

Han Meng raised the goblet in her hand and drank it down: "You are still in such good health, you can do everything in time, why should you leave regrets for yourself, how about our cooperation?"

Charlemagne shook his head: "When people reach a certain age, they won't have so many extravagant demands. You don't understand."

Han Meng smiled: "If you cooperate with me, you only need to sit in the company and show up at critical moments. I can do the chores by myself, and you don't need to worry about it. It's not very good."

Charlemagne still shook his head: "Let's forget it, I just want to live the rest of my life in peace and stability, and the rest doesn't matter."

Han Meng filled their glasses with red wine, and then changed the subject: "I heard that you had some interactions with Mr. Zhao Xuancheng before."

Charlemagne replied: "We can also be regarded as friends. We met at a reception many years ago, but we didn't have much contact."

Han Meng asked, "Is it because you care about him that you don't want to come to China to expand your business?"

Charlemagne shook his head: "That's not the case. As a businessman, interests are always put first, and there is no reason to give up interests because of personal affairs, not to mention that he and I don't have a particularly deep friendship. "

Han Meng nodded: "I see, but I have heard rumors from many people that you are very scruples about him..."