Looking for Love and Marriage: Mr. President Forgive Me

Because of Si'er's health, compared to the other two children, she has very few opportunities to contact the outside world. Most people only know that Qi Tianchen has an adopted daughter, but they have never seen anything about Si'er in the media. any news.

How did the people in the strange crew know her name?

An Tianyu frowned subconsciously, looking at Qi Tianchen to the side.

Qi Sisi said again at this time: "At first I didn't pay much attention to it, but they actually said that Sier was Charlemagne's child..."

An Tianyu's face turned pale all of a sudden.

Qi Tianchen couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Qi Sisi continued: "The tongue-twisters are two young actors in the crew, who just graduated from an art school, and I don't know where I heard that Charman had done a paternity test with the child, and then said that someone got fake hair To Charlemagne, and to say that there is a "er" in Syl's name, it is very telling."

An Tianyu sighed: "How can this kind of thing be known to everyone? Some people really listen to it."

Qi Sisi said: "I wanted to question them at the time, but thinking about it, the whole crew would be in trouble if they made such a fuss, so I didn't say anything, but I think you must be careful. Keep an eye on Sil."

An Tianyu said: "Finally, I've got some brains this time, I thought you made a mess again."

Qi Sisi immediately protested: "An Tianyu, do you talk like that? Why do I have a brain this time, and I didn't have a brain before? Really, it's a loss to a friend."

The nanny called them to dinner at this time.

An Tianyu said: "Okay, we are going to have dinner now, don't disturb us any longer, hang up first."

Without waiting for Qi Sisi to say anything else, she hung up the phone directly.

It's rare for Qi Tianchen to have dinner at home, so the nanny showed her hand today, a table of dishes that looked delicious in color and flavor, made people very appetizing.

The two children ate with great joy.

However, An Tianyu lacked appetite, and casually picked up the rice in the bowl: "What to do, what to do, no matter where this rumor spreads, it may reach Charlemagne's ears, Sier must not continue Stay with us."

Qi Tianchen glanced at Si'er, who was only focused on fighting delicious food, and didn't pay attention to what An Tianyu was saying: "Are you determined to do what I say?"

An Tianyu only ate half a bowl of rice, and couldn't swallow anymore: "That's the only way to go, but we must send reliable people by her side to take care of her."

Qi Tianchen nodded: "Of course, don't worry, I will arrange everything."

An Tianyu said again: "We must hurry up on this matter, one more day of delay will bring more risks."

Qi Tianchen sighed: "I know that if the child stays for one more day, you will have trouble sleeping and eating for one more day. I will make arrangements as soon as possible."

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In the recent Z city, Charmaine and Han Meng dominate the front page of the daily city newspaper, and major online media are also competing to report the inside story of the bankruptcy of the Han family, as well as the relationship between the two of them in name only.
However, with the passage of time, the turmoil of Han's bankruptcy gradually lost its attention, and was replaced by the news of the engagement of Ai Li and Sun Yang.

But this morning, the photos of Charlemagne and Han Meng meeting outside the Civil Affairs Bureau began to circulate on the Internet, so it was only natural that they became the focus of everyone's eyes again.

Charlemagne, who was leaning on the sofa in the living room at the moment, had a very ugly face. He was holding a newspaper in his hand. The front page of the newspaper was a large photo of him and Han Meng.

Baker, who was sitting opposite him, frowned and looked at him: "Don't get excited, don't get excited, this matter can't be kept secret from the media all the time, it's nothing to make a fuss about."

Charlemagne sighed: "I don't care if the news is spread, I'm just angry with the messy comments made by these media, it's really a headache."

Baker didn't take it seriously: "Why have you changed your temper now? You never cared about your reputation before."

Charlemagne didn't say anything more, put down the newspaper, leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

He was bored last night. After watching a horror movie in the middle of the night, he was really sleepy now, and soon started snoring.

But at this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Few people from their side came over, except for the two people who were close to them.

Baker looked at Charlemagne: "Come in."

The person who came in from the outside was Charlemagne's former personal assistant, who is now in charge of the daily affairs of their villa, and is also responsible for sending and receiving various materials from companies in country M.

The assistant glanced at Charlemagne, and wanted to say something, but hesitated.

Baker knew that something must have happened in country M, and it shouldn't be a trivial matter.

Then he asked, "What happened?"

The assistant replied: "Two executives of Sophie made blatantly inappropriate remarks, and the result was quickly uploaded on the Internet, causing a very bad response. Now several Western countries are beginning to boycott us."

Sophie is a brand founded by Charlemagne himself. Over the years, it can be said that he has been involved in international affairs, creating a huge wealth chain for him.

It was unexpected that this time they encountered such a big trouble.

Baker hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and pushed Charlemagne in front of him: "Charlemagne, wake up!"

Charlemagne woke up with a start: "What happened?"

The assistant then repeated what he said just now, and then said: "Now we can be said to be the target of public criticism, but in a few days, the customer flow of the branch is almost zero..."

Charlemagne heard his last words, his already ugly face became even uglier, he frowned tightly: "These two culprits are still indifferent, you should immediately contact the person in charge over there, first announce layoffs, and then A public apology in Sophie's name."

The assistant agreed: "I'll contact them right away."

Charlemagne added: "Let them draft a letter of apology first, which must be sincere and low-key, and then send it over for me to have a look, and then send it out after reading it."

The assistant nodded and said, "Do you have any other orders?"

At this moment, Charman only felt a headache, and said after a while: "You let them sort out the company's various flow data these days, and I want to see how serious the matter is?"

The assistant nodded: "OK."

After the assistant turned and left, Baker spoke again: "You don't have to worry too much, I don't think there is no room for redemption."

Charlemagne shook his head: "You should know how much effort I have put into creating this brand, and you should also know that the embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed by an ant's nest. Sophie has been standing for many years, and she still looks influential on the surface. The strength is great, but in fact, it is not as good as before... I am afraid that this time, I will not be able to recover anything at all."

Baker shook his head: "I don't think it's as serious as you said."

Charlemagne shook his head: "You'll know in a few days if it's serious, but I have to prepare for the worst now."

Baker frowned: "I still trust your judgment, but from the standpoint of an attending doctor, even if the sky is falling, you should put your body first, after all, everything is possible with a good body , but if the body is broken, even if you can keep your Sophie, it doesn't make any sense."

Charlemagne smiled bitterly: "I understand the truth, and I will take care of myself."

As he spoke, he stood up, took out the suit jacket he had put on the sofa cushion, put it on, and buttoned it up.

Baker looked at him: "Where are you going, I will go with you."

Charlemagne shook his head: "I just want to walk around the villa and relax. I don't need you to accompany me."

Baker was a little worried: "I'd better go with you, it's okay to be around me."

Charlemagne was very stubborn: "But I still want to be alone for a while."

Baker hesitated for a moment: "Well, be careful yourself."

Charlemagne just nodded, and went straight out of the door of the villa.

Outside the villa, it is sunny and sunny.

Charlemagne's mood was extremely bad.

He walked around the nearby park. At this time, the park was deserted and there were few people.

He felt so bored that he went straight out of the park gate and walked along the sidewalk.

It's not time for dinner, but there are already crowds of people in front of a restaurant.

Charlemagne has been here before, and the wine here is exceptionally good. He has come here to drink with friends more than once, and each time he returns with a hearty heart.

It's just that he hasn't been here for a long time since he got sick.

Charlemagne could not help but slow down.

He hesitated, should he go in?
After all, his current body is not suitable for drinking.

The welcoming lady standing outside the restaurant greeted her: "Sir, we have high-quality fruit wine brewed from pure grains here. The flavor is unique and not top-notch. I guarantee you will want to drink it after drinking it!"

Another welcoming lady spoke even sweeter: "Wine, sex and wealth are indispensable in life, come in quickly, we have a good private room here, and you will be satisfied."

Charlemagne was still hesitating, but he couldn't control his legs.

He thought, the big deal is that he should drink less, and it should be fine.

A waiter led him to the box upstairs. The box was luxuriously decorated, with soothing music playing, creating a very peaceful and comfortable atmosphere.

Charlemagne held the menu in his hand, and listened to the waiter chattering: "Our wine here is all aged, and it is absolutely good, which is not available in other stores."

Charlemagne finally nodded: "Give me a bottle of the best wine you have here, remember, you want the best."

The waiter's eyes lit up: "Okay sir, I'll ask someone to prepare it right away, and you won't be disappointed."

Charlemagne smiled: "Give me a few more specialty dishes... just come to the most expensive ones here, seven or eight are fine, and you don't need too many."

The waiter repeatedly agreed, then turned and left.

Charlemagne leaned lazily on the back of the chair, his eyes fell on the luxurious lamps on the ceiling, but the expression on his face was extremely gloomy.