Dressed As the President’s First Love

"Those are your fans."

Cheng Hao reminded her.

"mine?"

Tang Mi's eyes became rounder, like a cat that accidentally stepped on its tail. She pulled the window and looked out, "I really came to see me."

Take a look at what the secondary 2 stuff is written on the light sign, "I have a beautiful face in the Tang Dynasty, and dominate the world", and he has reached home. Tang Mi looked all the way, and the corners of his mouth cocked all the way, and finally he was pulled back by Cheng Hao:

"Wake up, it's over."

"My fans are so fond of you."

Knowing how to boast can make her feel comfortable all over her body, and Tang Mi will be very happy.

Cheng Hao didn't bother to look at her. The driver stopped the car, and he sat in the car. Tang Mi got out of the car by pushing the door by himself. Seeing that he couldn't get off for a long time:

"I go on my own?"

She pointed to it.

"I'll go to the company and call me when I'm done."

Cheng Hao only left Tang Mi a back of his head, and told the driver: "Drive."

Tang Mi: ...It's so good, it's so irritable.

Jin's thighs still have to be coaxed, she walked around to him with a smile, the car window was lowered, and the super invincible commander than looked at her coldly: "What are you doing?"

Tang Mi poked his cheek:

"Quickly, show the little fairy the dimple."

The commander couldn't help himself, and obediently squeezed out a small dimple, Don Mi kissed the small dimple unexpectedly:

"Hey, you are more important than fans."

After speaking, waved his hand and walked away.

Du Xiyue bowed to the actual employer to say goodbye, followed Tang Mi anxiously, and left.

"Let's go."

Cheng Hao retracted his gaze and ordered the driver.

The black body of the Maybach drove slowly past the crowd holding the lights, and the corner of Cheng Hao's mouth bends.

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Tang Mi on the other end was on the elevator, but collided with the future partner.

"Zhang..." Sister's words slid back and forth on the tip of her tongue, and Tang Mi swallowed her back, "Hello Teacher Zhang."

The predecessor is too old, so you can never make a mistake in calling the teacher.

The master is the teacher.

Obviously, Zhang Yuxin is satisfied with her knowledge.

The more beautiful a woman is, the more she cares about her age. Speaking of it, Tang Mi entered the entertainment industry late, but for more than a year, while Zhang Yuxin has been in the industry since he was eighteen, struggling until he was twenty-five. Turned over, in this circle, the little girls of eighteen and nineteen are like fresh young leeks, cut one crop after another. They are both in the entertainment circle, in fact, they are not too small.

Zhang Yuxin felt a strong sense of crisis in front of such a woman whose rising momentum was on the verge of reaching her.

But she is clever, Tang Mi has a big backstage, a beautiful face, and a talent that can stand up. Even if her acting skills are muddled, she will definitely be able to rise. Twenty years ago, there was a precedent when the acting vase became the weather vane of a whole century.

The enemy is coming fiercely, either fighting to death or surrendering, Zhang Yuxin temporarily chose the latter.

After many years of ups and downs in the entertainment industry, she has long learned the ability to stretch and bend. As for the future, if Tang Mi accidentally falls off the horse, she doesn't mind stepping on her feet.

"Are you here to sign the contract too?"

Zhang Yuxin asked with a smile, "Just now...that Maybach, is it your boyfriend's?"

"Yes." Tang Mi nodded, "He happens to be free, and he sent me over to sign the contract."

"Your relationship is really good."

Zhang Yuxin started chatting like a family, and when he got off the elevator, the two people he met were as good as a pair of sisters.

"Hongxiu" sent a determined young editor, and they talked about it, and then they sat down to sign the contract.

Even if it is a double seal, it is divided into one and two. Zhang Yuxin is absolutely one. Tang Mi, as an add-on to buy one get one free, is naturally not qualified to raise an objection.

Compared with endorsements, magazines pay pitifully.

Tang Mi got five hundred yuan, and threw it away, new clusters of new banknotes clashed in his hand: "Go, let's have a meal... roast chicken

male. "

In the end, the roast chicken was not finished. Her boyfriend drove to pick him up. Tang Mi was sent directly to a high-end "plastic surgery center"-the idol drama, the holy place where sparrows turn into phoenixes, VVIP private styling studio.