Dressed As the President’s First Love

In the late autumn and early winter, the wind is always cold on the body.

Tang Mi was wrapped heavily in the strong alcohol, and she gently squeezed away. Instead, Bo Xi's pair of iron arms tightened her tighter.

"open."

She said, her voice chilled.

Du Xiyue had already walked up to her and motioned to Tang Mi with his eyes: Do you want to do it?

The moment Tang Mi nodded, Bo Xi let go of her.

He leaned over and picked up the windbreaker on the ground, dusted it off, hung it on his arm, and returned to the original appearance again:

"Sorry, I lost my mind just now."

A bit of cold beer will not make you drunk, at most slightly drunk.

Tang Mi knew it well, but still nodded and accepted this insincere apology.

"It's ok."

Bo Xi looked at her, the moon gave her a layer of brilliance, and her little face became whiter and more compact, but her eyes were usually no one. At this time, there were only magnificent neon lights and lights, without him.

"If, I mean, if this time, I met you first, will the result be different?"

"will not."

Tang Mi's mouth bends, her smile is innocent and pure, "Because the actor is Cheng Hao."

Bo Xi understood this actor as the actor in Tang Mi’s life. He stood and stood until the wind filled his body in a thin sweater with only a thin layer of sweater, and then he took a big step towards the two who left just now. The place chased the past.

The stairs are not narrow, and Tang Mi’s footsteps are easy to recognize and full of rhythm.

The other party has already walked the corner, Boxi takes three steps and two steps, "Tang Mi!"

Tang Mi turned her head, Du Xiyue looked at him warily.

"See you tomorrow."

In the end, Bo Xi only said this sentence.

Du Xiyue felt sorry for him, so what about the actor, no matter how young and handsome, no matter how rich, what should not be obtained is still not obtained. She thought of her employer, that person was just as good, but he was a little bit luckier than the bleak man behind her.

Fortunately, it should belong to the woman who is protected by her.

"See you tomorrow."

Tang Mi turned her head and beckoned to him.

In front of him, there was a long corridor, and the voice-activated light did not know when it was broken. There was only draughts, and Du Xiyue turned on the flashlight.

"careful."

When passing the corner, there is a step.

Tang Mi stepped lightly, the voice control light "slapped" on, and a sharp voice rushed towards her face:

"go to hell!"

A down-to-earth figure dashed over like a small calf, and Tang Mi was staggered and stepped back again and again, until she could see what was in the other's hand, it was too late.

The glass bottle rolled towards her in a parabola, without a lid, and the transparent liquid was sprinkled all over the sky.

Du Xiyue had only time to stop the person, and saw Boxi behind Tang Mi pounce like a vigorous leopard. The coat hung on his arms was thrown out, just hitting the glass bottle.

The glass bottle slapped to the ground, splashing foam.

Tang Mi only heard a violent heartbeat.

She couldn't tell who it was. She wanted to move, but was firmly buckled by Boxi and stuck to her chest. He was like a thick wall, blocking her firmly behind her:

"do not move."

The voice was dumb, as if there was intense pain hidden.

"sulfuric acid?"

Tang Mi was in shock, "Are you hurt?"

She made a profit, and this time she managed to get the person away smoothly.

Du Xiyue had already subdued people over there. The girl was very fat and looked unusually young, her brows filled with hostility:

"Brother Bo! Why are you blocking for her?! Are you fascinated by this woman as you discussed with your sisters?"

"why why?!"

The roar pierced the lungs, and the sadness could be carried in a boat.

Tang Mi sat down with Bo Xi. He didn't look very good. His lips were not bloody. The sweat dripped down. After a while, the whole person seemed to be fished out of the water.

"How are you?"

Tang Mi recognized that little fat girl who kept clamoring, Boxi's **** meal, and the disaster-preventing coat on the ground was in a mess, corroding dense pits.

"Can't die."

Have fun in the bitterness of Poxi.

"It seems that I'm with you, and it's too negative."

He still laughed at himself at leisure. Seeing that Tang Mi’s slightly curved peach eyes were densely filled with water, whether it was frightened or anxious, Bo Xi reached out and wiped her, "It only splashed a few drops. ,fine."

His eyes were gentle and his smile was shallow.

Where are only a few drops?

The corrosiveness of concentrated sulfuric acid can burn human skin tissue dry in a short time. There is a piece of sweater near the shoulder blade that has been charred, and the flesh inside can be imagined.

The ambulance came quickly, and there were police cars that came with the ambulance.

At this time, Bo Xi had passed out in pain,

Yu Ji, who was squatting outside the hotel, only saw the police car roaring over, and then Tang Mi, her inseparable female bodyguard, and agent, along with the stretcher, got into the ambulance with red eyes.

Asking who was injured, everyone kept secret.

The g-spots of the entertainment journalists were ignited, and they went to the hospital with excitement. The hospital had to inquire a lot, no, they learned the news about the injury of King Boe again——

But this time, it was obviously much more serious than last time.

The underage **** rice poured sulfuric acid on Tang Mi, and was finally blocked by Boxi——

Life or death is uncertain.

Numerous entertainment journals used all kinds of imagination, with extremely **** brushstrokes, and extremely rich imagination, reporting this incident from various angles, and in-depth analysis, no matter what kind of brushwork and imagination, they all reached a conclusion, Po Xi Ai is miserable for Tang Mi and is willing to protect her with his life.

Then, a surveillance video of the hotel was bought and released.

Continuously, the actor and Tang Mi went on the roof one after the other. They stayed for less than 20 minutes, then came down again, and then they flew and blocked. The movements were neat and smooth, and they could be used for martial arts movies. Essence cut.

The fans came to the door of the hospital once again. This time, instead of sitting in a sit-in demonstration, they were anxiously waiting for news.

Netizens also sent blessings to the actor. Tang Mi stood by the door of the operating room. Yu Yao came quickly. Compared with the meticulous dressing by the stylist, he still wore hotel slippers on his feet. It was a cold day. The sweat of the forehead.

"Sister Tang, Brother Bo will be fine, right?"

The rest of the crew also came, including Director Long. He frowned. It didn't take long for the crew to shoot, and there were accidents one after another. Could it be that they were not sincere when they paid homage to the second master?

"Xiao Tang, what is going on?"

For Long Dao, this is already a rare stern remark.

There is no reason for Tang Mi to think about it, what did Bo Xi think about when he was blocking this for her, and then again, don't have trouble, it's better not to have anything at all.

Favor debt... hard to pay.

The door of the operating room opened quickly.

The attending physician wearing a mask and white coat is the most authoritative dermatologist in this hospital. He took off the mask and said with a smile:

"Fortunately, it was delivered in time, and the operation was a success."

"I have to contact a cosmetic surgeon afterwards for skin graft surgery."

"Can it be restored as before?"

Yu Yao asked.

"That's impossible, the skin tissue is burned in a small area, especially the scapula, which is tugging with the adhesive muscles. There will be many minor operations in the follow-up..."

The series of professional terms in the doctor's mouth was confusing, but Tang Mi understood it.

One, perform skin graft surgery. Second, the recovery will not be the same as before.