Dressed As the President’s First Love

In this life, how many people and how many things do you have to meet before you dare to assert the future?

Tang Mi looked at him, this man who was as hard as a mountain and as cold as ice was full of sadness in his eyes.

She suddenly remembered her previous life.

In fact, she was adopted once halfway through, but was sent back in less than two years. At the beginning, I held her and said that the baby was careful of the woman who loved her the most in the whole world. After having a biological child, she immediately changed her face.

She didn't abuse her or criticize her, she just took back that love.

She was six years old at that time.

Most of Tang Mi's memories before the age of six are hazy and trivial.

On the contrary, the scene where everyone sits in a row, waiting for the dean’s mother to deliver food, will never forget.

When I was growing up, I woke up in the middle of the night from hunger and drank cold fruits. Clothes are always leftovers from other people's old clothes. Just wearing these two pieces back and forth repeatedly, even a single piece of sugar is precious.

Even though life is like this, Tang Mi refuses to be adopted again.

The dean’s mother looked at her and always sighed over and over again. She told him:

"Mi, you have the right to choose the life you want. You are free."

Yes, she is free.

Tang Mi didn't believe anything except what could be held in his hand.

So she bought a house after graduation——

Even if you are down, there is always a place to stay.

Sometimes, Tang Mi felt that she and Cheng Hao seemed to live on two channels.

One is the life channel of chai, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea, and the other is the love channel of you and me.

He asked her about the future, but she couldn't answer and didn't want to answer.

Who knows what will happen in the next second?

Tang Mi's long silence, like a heavy hammer, struck Cheng Hao's heart hard.

A moment ago, the two of them were still in bed tenderly and affectionately, turning clouds and raining, the next moment, their hearts seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and thousands of seas.

Cheng Hao leaned against the wall, putting his hands around his chest:

"In fact, for so many years, I have always had a question, Tang Mi, did you really love me when you were in college?"

--Love?

Tang Mi laughed at herself.

She recalled a hit drama the year before, and even now, there are still TV stations that will choose to rotate it during the peak summer vacation.

Due to the departure of the heroine, the hero abdicated sadly and disappeared without a trace.

Everyone praised him for his affection, but Tang Mi disagreed.

Her mother asked her, "Mi, why are you not moved at all?"

Tang Mi pointed at the TV screen: "If I were him, I would die on top of the world's 10,000 ancestors. If a woman is a mere woman, he would forget his family, country, and the world. It's really cowardly."

Mother Tang stayed at that time.

Therefore, compared to love, a prudent and restrained relationship between the sexes, for example, like, Tang Mi is more willing to accept.

She smiled, and the corners of her mouth curled to the right angle, looking sweet and well-behaved:

"Azheng you, I chased you first at first."

In order to celebrate the dance, she practiced for a whole month.

Cheng Hao looked like he was stabbed by a smile, and suddenly opened his eyes. He turned his back and looked out the window. There were no trees on the top floor, only the golden sunshine pouring down without hesitation. He opened the window slightly.

"...Indeed, you make the decision first, and then inform me about everything."

Both provoke him rashly and abandon him rashly.

Tang Mi looked at Cheng Hao. When he was standing downstairs in the dormitory, when she came in from outside the school, she saw the same figure at first glance, but she was a little more immature and more embarrassed at that time.

She was a little bit...disappointed at the time, or rather, anger was more accurate.

Thinking back to that year, Tang Mi felt that the breakup was not at all high-end and high-end, and she was tearing up her mind, and her reason was always going to give way.

If you want to change to your current self, maybe the means can be more beautiful.

Cheng Hao suddenly turned around, and he saw Tang Mi's eyes.

The arc is very beautiful, slightly upturned, the black and white pupils are covered with a layer of mist, and there is something hidden in the mist that he can't even tell when he sees it—

It envelops the reality and hides the sharpness, but it makes the heart tremble for no reason.

This look is no stranger to him.

In the past three years together, he could occasionally catch this look in his eyes when he didn't expect it.

Just like this charming, pretty, and willful girl, there is another unknown soul hidden in the body.

Don Mi simply sat down.

The hotel’s sofa is two-seater. She has Erlang's legs upright, and her two snow-white and graceful long legs protrude from her silk nightdress.

She smiled and said, "Speaking of which, the question you have just now is quite unreasonable."

"Oh, is it so?"

Cheng Hao smiled lightly.

"Isn't this second grade?"

Tang Mi took an orange from the fruit bowl for himself, raised his hand and threw it to him, Cheng Hao caught it, and spontaneously peeled off two petals, and threw it into the fruit bowl.

The peeled orange splashed a little orange juice on the fruit plate, which was sticky and sticky.

"Leave aside, there is no man in this world who is handsomer than you and richer than you."

Cheng Hao looked at her, without holding back, a dimple appeared on the cheek first.

"Even if they do, they must be able to look at me? Even if they look at me, I must look at them? Azheng, you have to have confidence in yourself."

Cheng Hao laughed twice.

This person is accustomed to wrangling. What is the relationship between his self-confidence and not self-confidence? It is obviously a relationship that she is really insincere and non-specific.

"In college, there is indeed no handsomer than you, but someone younger than you and richer than you, grab a lot, didn't I just like you?"

"Azheng, I'm with you, not a day, not a year, but a whole three years."

She lifted her chin, her face was coquettish, she didn't say anything, and she seemed to have said everything.

In three years, Cheng Hao's frizz in his heart was irritable, and he was willing to be caressed a little bit, but it was hard to calm down.

"……Yes?"

He asked rhetorically.

Tang Mi didn't answer directly, but continued:

"Of course, I won't ask you, if in the future you meet someone younger than me, prettier than me, and better-tempered than me, will you abandon me? If you want to change your heart, it's useless to ask. If you don't change your heart, you can also ask. It's useless."

Cheng Hao sneered and laughed, "Hustle and snarling."

Having lived for a small half of his life, such a woman has caused him to die a few times in wind and rain, and another one, unless he is masochistic.

"Okay, don't mention the hypothesis and the future," Cheng Hao looked at her, without being entangled in by her, "just mention it now. How do you plan to deal with this scandal between yourself and Bo Xi?"

The problem is back to the original point.

Tang Mi supported her chin, knowing that this man would not give in anyway.

"To be reasonable, in fact, you have a lot of scandals," she paused, "I, I originally wanted to wait for the show to finish, and have a certain audience base, and then announce the relationship between us—"

"If I had the opportunity to choose, I would never tie Miss Qin to myself, and you..."

Cheng Hao didn't intend to compromise because of her soft words. This person is the most used to pushing her nose to the face. He grabbed her chin and looked at it carefully, "And you are not the same as me."

"Publish the relationship between you and me. Are you sure you can let me retire? Keep my career? Acting, I still like it."

When Tang Mi mentioned acting, her eyes sparkled.

Cheng Hao was silent, and he realized that he couldn't bear to let this kind of her take risks.

"I remember the college meeting, you were very interested in Dialogue Theater."

Tang Mi shrugged: "It's a pity that I joined the dance club."

"If you can, you can publish it; if you can't, you can't."

Tang Mi looked at him solemnly, "Azheng, I don't want to risk my career."

Cheng Hao saw her seriousness.

He clicked, took a step back, and stood up again:

"really."

In the slight sigh, the grievance hidden is like an undercurrent surging under the sea.

Cheng Hao stood up straight:

"You clarify, I will figure out other things."

As soon as his voice fell, Tang Mi smiled like a full sweetheart as before, and his expression changed so fast that he couldn't match the dust.

"I want to eat oranges."

She bit her lip, "Dry mouth."

Cheng Hao looked at her sleek nails, which were light pink, and really peeled one off for her again, but she didn't get angry enough to stuff her arms:

"Eat yours."

"Azheng, you must be the best boyfriend in the whole world."

Don’t need money for Tang Mi’s sweet words.

The oranges were torn clean, and her eyes were bent into crescent moons when she ate them, as if the weight and conflict before, like a gust of wind, it was blown away, and it disappeared.

"Azheng, have I said that you are handsome."

Cheng Hao almost heard the cocoon in his ears.

In college, she would jump on him, hug him around his neck, and smile like a little sun: "Azheng, you are a little more handsome today, kiss."

Then he kissed.

The sun pierced through the clouds, through the white screened window, fell on the couple of lovers by the window, drawing a lingering silhouette.

The man bent over, took the woman’s face, then kissed and sighed:

"You, always give people ecstasy soup."