Dressed As the President’s First Love

the next day.

Tang Mi woke up in a burst of crisp birdsong.

Looking at the bedside clock, it was six o'clock, and it was dawn. He pulled his slippers and got up, and opened the balcony door easily.

The carnival last night caused the entire villa group to sleep.

She currently lives on the second floor of the easternmost floor. Cheng Hao didn't know what medicine she was taking wrong. He stretched his face last night, and he insisted on arranging herself to the westmost room-the room farthest from her.

It takes more than ten minutes to walk from east to west.

Tang Mi practiced basic skills on the balcony, pressing her legs, stretching, and a horse, as she used to do at home every day. She took her mobile phone to put it out, and then danced a samba until her body was awakened. After sweating, she stopped her action.

She was wiping the towel and was about to enter the door, but found a man standing on the balcony next door, and she didn't know how long she had been watching--

Cheng... Hao?

Didn't he have a dead fish face yesterday, insisting to stay away from her?

Tang Mi looked up and greeted him with a grin:

"Hey? Why are you living back again?"

Cheng Hao's eyes fell from her smudged cheeks and sweaty sideburns all the way, until it fell to her undulating chest—he didn't say a word, but Tang Mi felt that he was naked in front of him.

His gaze was hot, and he stroked her from top to bottom:

"I will practice in the room later."

Tang Mi beckoned, "Come here."

Cheng Hao tilted his head suspiciously, and unconsciously moved his head a little closer—the two were only separated by a thin balcony.

Tang Mi threw the towel on his forehead and rubbed it for a while, until he was sure that Cheng Hao's hair was messed up into a chicken coop, then he hummed, "I'll let you pretend."

"What did you say?"

Cheng Hao didn't hear her clearly, her voice was as small as a mosquito.

Tang Mi smiled reflexively: "I said you are handsome and mighty."

"Oh."

Cheng Hao took it for granted and brushed his hair back to the room.

Tang Mi went back to the room to take a shower, her hair was not dry, and the door was knocked awake.

When she opened the door, there was no one outside, and a paper bag was hung on the doorknob. She took a look and found that she had all kinds of underwear and **** inside, as well as two Dolce & Gabbana floral skirts, a straw hat, and a pair of beaches. flip flops--

Obviously it was for her.

Tang Mi raised her head and shouted at the end of the corridor: "Thank you."

When she changed into her long dress and stepped on her beach shoes to the restaurant downstairs, she found that there were many people sitting in the restaurant.

Bo Xi raised his hand to her: "Tang Mi, here!"

The two shook hands and made peace last night, and now the friendship between the old classmates looks very unusual.

Tang Mi understands deeply that a good hunter must not be half-hearted, pretending to be invisible, turning his head and walking to the side of Cheng Hao gracefully, squeezing the embarrassed Jiang Xinwei unceremoniously and instructing him:

"Xiaoxin, sit next to you."

"I do not--"

Jiang Xinwei's refusal was glared back by Cheng Hao's eyes.

He dangling a piece of bread and went to the other side. There was a long European-style long table facing each other. About twenty people, one for each person, were seated on the long European-style table.

"Azheng, do I look good in this?"

Tang Mi didn't eat first, but turned her head to look at Cheng Hao with her chin, her smile on her face was more delicate than that of Hua'er.

The sunlight came in through the glass window in depth and depth, and there was a layer of fine fluff on her face. The rich color blocks on the skirt did not appear to be village, on the contrary, it appeared that her skin was whiter and her eyes were more clear.

Cheng Hao took a deep look at her:

"Remember to put on sunscreen."

Tang Mi: "..."

Really understand her.

After eating breakfast, I ran back to my room to make up my sleep last night. Half of the people went to the racecourse and half went to the beach. I heard that the fine sand on the island was airlifted from Hawaii. We also hired professional divers for diving. Stand by nearby.

Cheng Hao didn't know when he changed his swimsuit, with long and strong legs and well-defined abdominal muscles. The butler brought him a surfboard. He looked at Tang Mi and tilted his head to indicate:

"Want to try?"

Tang Mi lay on the beach chair, stretching her limbs comfortably, like a lazy kitten.

Just now, she ran to the universal housekeeper and asked for a bikini, which is now covered in a long bath towel.

"You come here."

She beckoned.

Cheng Hao glanced at her suspiciously, not knowing what medicine she sold in the gourd.

But my body involuntarily took a few steps forward, until I was covered by the shadow of the parasol, and then I heard Tang Mijiao's soft voice: "Azheng, I can't wipe my back, you help me wipe the sunscreen."

She got up, dangled his neck with both hands bachelor, the bath towel rustled down from her body, revealing a full undulating hill.

A light blue striped bikini, two thin pieces of cloth, can't hide the seductive scenery at all. Cheng Hao straightened his neck, but in front of his naked chest, the two **** were soft and panted with her, making him feel pain.

Cheng Hao's back stiffened into a straight line subconsciously, and he stretched her arms to go, but was caught in a delicate provocation again.

"If you don't wipe it for me, I can find someone else."

As she said, she turned around, revealing a snow-white back like fat.

Just like that day on the dance floor tonight, the beautiful butterfly bones are **** and charming under the thin cross straps of the bikini.

Cheng Hao put down the surfboard in silence, Tang Mi moved aside, the beach chair was half empty, and he sat down.

When his hot fingertips dropped sunscreen on Tang Mi's back, it could almost burn someone.

Tang Mi moved her body subconsciously, but was firmly held down, Cheng Hao's voice was hoarse:

"do not move."

He took off her shoulder strap and moved a little bit along with his fingertips, as if setting a fire on Tang Mi, she found that she had brought herself into a ditch.

Cheng Hao, the dead man, looked serious, but his hands repeatedly rubbed the fire.

He was too aware of his sensitive points, and his fingertips with a little cocoon always hovered around the sensitive points, pressing her into a puddle of water, panting.

... She obviously wanted to see him make a fool of herself.

Cheng Hao can keenly feel the changes in the body under his hands. Fu Bai was slightly stained with peach blossoms, and finally curled up with her toes. Tang Mi raised her head, with water vapor in her eyes that she didn't know, and she was so wronged that the corners of her eyes were dyed red:

"You are a hooligan!"

Cheng Hao's eyes darkened, and there seemed to be a raging fire inside, but his voice was dim:

"Let's talk about it, who do you want to apply sunscreen to you?"

"Is it Lin Zhibin who was kissed by you, or Boxi who had a good talk last night?"

"Tang Mi, don't forget, we are still boy and girl friends for the time being. I don't want to go out with a green head."

Tang Mi snorted in his heart——how did he know that he had kissed Lin Zhibin?

Eyeballs were rolling around, still making excuses. Cheng Hao hated her the most. His fingertips increased strength and slipped past her tailbone. Tang Mi felt agitated, and her whole body softened.

Cheng Hao felt a tremor of his body with satisfaction, smiled and stood up: "I'm going to surf."

Tang Mi's eyes wandered over his groin, which was hidden by the surfboard and could not be seen.

She laughed suddenly, pulled the shoulder straps back to the original position, turned over and sat up, and the two beautifully curved legs fell to the ground.

Cheng Hao's expression immediately changed, and it was unprecedentedly ugly.

Seeing a sight swept nearby, he lost the surfboard, and directly pressed Tang Mi back into the chair. The bath towel was pressed under the two of them, wrinkled, he covered the vague sight that came and went with his body, gritted his teeth. Finally, I couldn't help the fire running through my body, and squeezed a sentence from my teeth:

"Count you cruel! Tang Mi!"

Actually dare to wear thongs.

Tang Mi smiled and raised her head, and kissed the corner of his mouth:

"Who makes you always want to break up with me."