Dressed As the President’s First Love

Cheng Hao was helping Long Dao.

Shopping malls have been ups and downs for a long time, so there is still this ability to observe and watch.

Director Long is not willing to make a decision right away, even if Tang Mi’s performance is better—

Of course Cheng Hao thought so.

The principle of filming by a director is the same as the principle of running a company. When two alternatives appear in front of him at the same time, most people will be more cautious, and the same is true for Long Dao.

As the helm of the movie, he has to think more, and the moment of hesitation has already explained the problem.

Continue to pestle, but it is more abrupt.

"Mr. Cheng, go, let's have a drink."

Long Dao was cheerful and authentic, Cheng Hao glanced at Tang Mi, and then led Long Dao to the second floor of the yacht.

Tang Mi felt that there were too many people there, so she just stayed on the deck and played dice with people.

Qin Sisi also followed up to the second floor.

Instead, Bo Xi stayed. Compared with Cheng Hao, his appearance is not bad, his worth is not low, he has the title of actor, and it is easier for a group of people to make a debut. Therefore, waves of people go forward and succeed, and they are not necessarily pure. Finally, I simply went to the bow and sat there to blow the air.

"Stop playing."

Tang Mi played a few and lost a few, simply pushed the dice and stood up.

Stretching, he found that the great actor was blowing lonely on the bow, curious, and wandering over.

The hem of the skirt was flying up in the wind, and the salty sea breeze came in the air.

Half of Bo Xi's body was covered by shadows, and he sighed in his heart, without turning his head back:

"I want to be clean for a while."

This is the meaning of refusing to start a conversation.

Tang Mi let out a "pouch" laugh.

Bo Xi turned his head, just in time to see her mischievous smile, Tang Mi blinked at him: "The actor has a good time."

In the hazy moonlight, the woman smiled like a flower, the peach blossom eyes were filled with deep and shallow water, and her pupils seemed to be filled with a crescent moon.

Bo Xi thought: This is really a woman who can't make life feel bad.

He turned his head silently.

Tang Mi followed him with his hands on the mast, a pair of thin white legs rippling in the air.

Looking from the top down, there is a black sea underneath, and the wind blows on his face, it is a bit like a knife.

"Won't Miss Tang go to accompany Mr. Cheng?"

This is going to drive people.

Tang Mi smiled and said, "But I think it's better to have a hair dryer here."

"By the way, Mr. Po, I just wanted to ask you, have we... met before?"

Hearing this, Bo Xi turned his head and glanced at her.

Compared with Westerners, most of the Chinese people’s side faces are too flat, but this Miss Tang is exquisite and three-dimensional, with a natural photogenic face, a full forehead, a straight nose and not too sharp, moonlight puts a soft gauze on her and her eyelashes. Curled up like a doll.

"Miss Tang is a noble person who forgets things."

Bo Xi has a pair of eyes that are hailed by the media as the clearest in the world, and even the whole temperament is clean. Tang Mi really feels familiar, but she can't remember it.

In theory, Yiboxi’s current status should not be a trivial character in the book—unless he didn’t get on the line with the heroine.

But now, he really knows Qin Sisi. Could it be that she fanned the wings of this little butterfly, which changed the plot?

If this is the case, it would be a good thing, and it shows that fate can be changed: she, the big villain, will not be sad all the way to the end.

"It seems that Mr. Park did know me before."

Tang Mi said confidently.

"know."

Bo Xi turned his head and stared straight at her, his eyes soft as water, "Miss Tang, actually I want to say sorry to you. When I was leading the show, it was really not fair."

Tang Mi nodded, understandable, normal.

To change her to be Bo Xi, one is the sweetheart, and the other is the competitor of the sweetheart. It is already very virtuous not to make a stumbling block.

"But the reason is probably not the kind that Miss Tang thought," Bo Xi smiled, "I am retaliating."

"I used to have a nickname, Pochworm."

Tang Mi's chin almost fell:

"Porkworm? You are...Poserworm? The portworm?"

She pointed at him with an incredible face.

When she was in junior high school, she did have a tablemate named Pochongchong. He was so fat that his eyes and nose were almost squeezed out. The whole body was fleshy. The classmates named him "chongchong". When she jumped in, she only knew this. People are called Pochworms.

According to the standards of the ultimate Yangou, this worm will feel hot even when it enters the eyes.

So when the little princess Tang Mi came in and out, she always had her chin raised, and she arrogantly didn’t see it—but when she was in a good mood, she would occasionally do good things every day, and only once, when others bullied the insects, I said a good thing to help, and from then on, Bo Chongchong followed and followed her, desperately serving as her attendant for half the semester.

Why is it half a semester?

Because of Pochongchong, he wrote a letter, holding the fragile and sincere heart of a young man, and confessed to the little princess.

"Tang Mi, I like you."

Little Princess Tang drew the pink envelope from the belly of the table, saw her head up, then looked at the inscription, turned her head, first met the squinted eyes, and then met the size of the mountain, with goose bumps and wolves running around. The spring water filled the whole body.

"You die this heart."

Tang Mi remembered what she said at the time.

Then he carried the princess dress proudly, like a dog was chasing behind him, and ran back home all the way-just after school.

When I went to school the next day, I found out that Pochongchong's love letter was posted on the bulletin board, and Bochong's mother gave him a leave of school, and Pochongchong... never came again.

"Are you a worm?"

Tang Mi couldn't help asking again.

"Yes, that one hundred and eighty catties fat guy."

Bo Xi was happy for her successful prank, and the corners of her mouth curled slightly: "So, when I see you, I can't help but want to retaliate a little."

"No way, who made your eyes at that time...too hurtful."

Don Mi wanted to cry.

Therefore, she is still a female supporting script, right? She offended a fat man when she was a child. The fat man accidentally lost weight and became the future grand slam actor.

And it was at that time that the heroine Qin successfully healed the psychological wounds she suffered for the actor.

…This, no, fair, flat.

"So, if you didn't come later, you went to lose weight?"

"Yes." Bo Xi nodded, "If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to make that determination."

But as soon as he stopped, the disgust in those beautiful eyes would pierce the young man's self-esteem like a needle, making him clenched his teeth to persevere.

Tang Mi closed his chin, raised the corner of his mouth, laughed, shook hands with him, and shook his hand: "So, King Bo, you have half of mine in your military medal. Let's even balance it out in the future, okay?"

The pretty little face with a little bit of doggy flattery is really unpleasant.

Bo Xi laughed blankly: "Don't worry, that bit of grievance has disappeared in the revenge just now."

"I wish you success." He squeezed his eyes mischievously. "Tell me a little bit in advance. I am the first man in this movie directed by Long."

…Oh god.

Tang Mi groaned.

But from the action of squeezing her eyes, she found a little familiarity with Fatty Bo, and it was really strange. The same action was made by the fat man, but the handsome man was so handsome.

-Tang Mi once again confirmed her loyal Yangou attributes. She found that she didn't mind Bo Xi's little revenge just now.

Having said that, the two actually talked very happily.

Bo Xi has a gentle personality. Although Tang Mi is domineering, it takes a while to greet people with a sincere heart. From outsiders' eyes, these two people become intimate in an instant.

On the side of the second floor window, Cheng Hao leaned on the mast and drank the red wine in the goblet little by little with Tang Mi's extraordinarily vivid smile.

The cheers of Jiang Xinwei's dart shot kept pouring into his ears, Qin Sisi watched by and stopped talking.

Cheng Hao turned his head blankly.

The moonlight came in gently and trivially, but it fell into his eyes, but it seemed to be frozen.

Qin Sisi came over with a wine glass:

"Cheng, I respect you."

Cheng Hao glanced at her, Qin Sisi's face turned pale a little, and the man's sharp gaze seemed to brighten all her thoughts that could not be exposed to the sky.

Cheng Hao turned his head boringly:

"Please let me be quiet."

At the bow, Tang Mi and Bo Xi didn't know what they were talking about, they both looked up and laughed at the same time.

The moonlight illuminates everything.