She cursed inwardly, 'damn it! Damn it! What the hell is wrong with me? Is my head full of shit...' She
had nothing to say.
"Haha..." Christina embarrassed and said, "you are so heartless. Don't you worry that Allen would be
abducted and sold by me?"
"Miss Christina, you don't."
"Really?"
"I trust Allen, since you are a person trusted by the young master. You will not do anything harmful to
Allen. I trust you, Miss Christina,"
"Okay! ok I can't win. "
"I have already sent Allen, you can take him in."
Allen's mood was more stable than before, but his little hand was still holding her clothes. As long as
she pushed Allen forward, it would be closer to her and stay in her arms.
'what a lovely little boy!' Christina felt both happy and sad!
"Allen, I'll come to see you in a few days, and then I'll let Jack play with you, okay?" She had no choice
but to whisper in Allen's ears.
Allen moved his ears. Apparently, he had heard what she said.
Although the little boy was small, he was more cautious. Christina thought.
"Three days! Three days!" Allen raised his head and pushed himself away from her arms. His little face
turned red with tears still on his cheeks, but he seriously gestured three fingers.
After Christina understood, she felt a little touched. Then she hugged Allen and promised him that she
would pick him up three days later.
Then Allen reluctantly walked to the housekeeper and took his hand obediently.
"Miss Christina, I will pack young master's luggage three days later and you must come to pick him up
then."
The housekeeper and Allen looked at Christina simultaneously.
She felt stressed out but still nodded her head.
When Christina left, Allen kept a close eye on her, fearing that she would disappear in the blink of an
eye.
After Christina walked away, "Mommy, Mommy..." Allen said in a low voice.
"Young master, don't be naughty. I will send you to Mommy's home after three days, and then you can
play with your little brother. Is Jack cute? Do you like him, Allen? "
"my little brother, Jack, Mommy!"
"He is very cute, I like him. Let's be together."
The Butler sighed and felt grieved.
He couldn't tell who was right and who had done something wrong, but he hoped that everything would
be better in the future.
His two poor young master, Mr. Cliff and his lady.
Alas!
"Christina, how are you going to fight back on the Internet?" Lying on the sofa, Carl had been
exhausted from his busy work these days. Whenever he found some time to relax, he closed his eyes
to have a rest.
While Christina was playing the game, she didn't even raise her head, "it's up to you."
All of a sudden, the fire became furious.
Who did he work so hard for?
Does she still care?
How could it be possible?
"Carl, I advise you not to be angry. It's a good way to live longer." She could tell that Carl became angry
because of her rage.
Although Carl was particular about everything, he was very thoughtful.
"What do I do this for? Otherwise, how many wrinkles do you think I want to get? " With his eyes
widened, Carl pointed at his eyes and rebuked harshly.
"Yes, yes, it's me. It's me." It would be nice if she apologized.
It was rare for Carl to meet such a celebrity.
After taking a few deep breaths, Carl threw the iPad to her.
"Post these words on your Facebook and take a selfie." He worked as a manager and worried about
her things like a mother.
After Carl edited the words, Christina took a look at it and finished the game. Then she posted it on the
Facebook and took a picture of herself obediently.
Seeing her behave well, Carl was frustrated.
He did say that let her take selfies, but it was better not to take one!
He also noticed that there was an icon of the game on the phone in the photo, because it hadn't been
repaired yet.
He felt so tired!
'This was not an attempt to win sympathy, she was heading for the doom'!
He really wanted to strangle the little devil in front of him. Who gave birth to her?
"……" He was speechless.
Carl had already prepared for all kinds of emergency public relations in advance. Whenever there was
a little riot on the Internet, he would immediately go to the battlefield to kill the enemy in his cloak.
But, but
The reality was always different from the imagination.
The Internet was peaceful instead of violent.
Carl skimmed through the comments.
"Wow, goddess is playing the same game with me!"
"Wow, goddess took me to play!"
"I suddenly realize that a goddess is still my goddess even she was playing the game."
"Fine! Fine! Fine!"
"Wow, then my goddess and I are zero distance. In the game, I can meet my goddess at any time."
"I like goddess, I like..."
"I don't want to say anything. Only love, love, love can express my current mood."
There were many comments. Carl didn't want to say anything after reading them.
The fans these days were all very... yes, they were cute!
Did we achieve the goal?
The causal goddess, who was playing games, was not superior, just like the ordinary people.
She was completely different from those she had been talked about.
Carl pushed the tablet PC to Christina, which made the latter speechless.
However, as long as the outcome was good, it was okay. Regardless of the process?
"Forget it. You can continue to waste your time in the game! I'm going to distract the public and try to let
you forget the news in the past few days. You should go to the film set too, but we can't be too active. "
A thought occurred to Carl that who in the end benefited from this incident is nothing more than those.
She would pay for what she had done to them.
"You arrange it."
At dusk, Christina continued to play the game happily, while Carl got busy.
Rat-rat.
"Come in, please." He asked in a deep and magnetic voice.
"Mr. Cliff, we've found young master. It's Mr. Henry who called you."
"Mr. Cliff, the technology department and public relations department have also handled the news
about you and miss Christina on the Internet."
The assistant said, then stood there waiting for the next instructions.
"Ben, what's the best way to get a person out?"
Cliff clicked the mouse and several photos were placed on the screen.
"Discredit." This was the fastest and most ideal method.
"Go ahead!"
"Yes."
Ben went out on a new mission. Meanwhile, Cliff cleaned up his desk, grabbed his suit jacket and left.
"Mr. Henry, Mr. Cliff is here." The Butler walked to the door of the study and gently knocked on it.
"Take Allen to him."
"Yes."
Cliff and Allen had similar looking faces, but the small one was still very young. They stood calmly in
the living room and had the same serious faces.
"I'm your daddy. You're my son."
"……"
"What do you want to say about your disappearance?"
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