Dressed As the President’s First Love

"...Recently, a man was clubbing at night and was dragged into a dark alley when he was unconscious and beaten up. This warns citizens, please be careful when you go out at night..."

On Tang Mi's sofa, Cheng Hao glanced up at her:

"Don't move, move it again and it will be crooked."

Don Mi didn't dare to move suddenly.

The indoor heating was fully turned on, and both of them only wore thin cotton pajamas, with the same blue and white plaid, which was very fresh and comfortable.

Tang Mi put one hand on the back of the sofa and stretched it out. Cheng Hao simply sat cross-legged on the carpet and painted her nail polish.

First, the base oil, a layer of bean paste powder, dry, and then the bean paste powder again, and finally the oil.

Cheng Hao's hands were steady, not crooked at all.

"All right."

He put away a box of nail polish and nail tools and put them on the other side of the living room.

"This smell is strong, so I don't use it often."

Cheng Hao rarely works overtime recently.

I come back punctually every day. Most of the meals are cooked by the auntie on the hour. Occasionally, I will go to the kitchen when I am interested.

The two of them wore large masks and went out to shop in the supermarket surreptitiously, mixing with the auntie who was buying vegetables, but they didn't attract anyone's attention.

When he came back, Tang Mi was in charge of washing and cutting, and Cheng Hao was in charge of cooking.

After a meal, walk around the community and walk back, Tang Mi watched TV and supplemented the material library; Cheng Hao would wrap up the work that was not done during the day, and after that, occasionally sit on the sofa to chat, although without exception--

After chatting, I went to bed.

"In the past few years, your nail polish skills are not unfamiliar at all."

Tang Mi turned a deaf ear to the "heavy taste" in Cheng Hao's mouth, and looked at her fingers with joy. The shallow bean paste powder is moist and moist and has a perfect gloss!

Cheng Hao didn't need to think about it, he knew how proud she was.

"Don't dare to be unfamiliar."

In order to train him back then, he was forced to paint flowers on his nails every day. To this day, Cheng Hao still remembers the expressions of his roommates who wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh out loud.

Tang Mi made a face at him:

"Whoever becomes your girlfriend in the future will have to thank my ex."

Cheng Hao squeezed her mouth: "Are you crazy?"

"Little, little dare not."

Tang Mi repeatedly begged for mercy.

Cheng Hao looked at her pinched duck beak and couldn't help but bow his head and kiss.

On the big TV screen in the living room, the host was still chattering to emphasize the safety of going out at night. Tang Mi stood on tiptoe, wrapped his neck, jumped with both feet directly on him, Cheng Hao supported her hips with one hand. To prevent her from falling, he clasped the back of her head with the other hand, and squeezed the lips that she had sent.

The lips are very soft, like her favorite cherry, sweet and juicy.

The two were a little hot and dry, and they parted breathlessly. Cheng Hao teased the hair in her ear, his voice was deep and sexy: "Go upstairs?"

Tang Mi blinked.

Cheng Hao was no longer willing to change places.

He pressed her to the sofa and unbuttoned her chest one by one. Tang Mi raised her hips in coordination. Cheng Hao reached out and tore off her pants like him. He made a rustling voice. It sounded, "Tear and pull—"

Half of the umbrella’s packaging was torn off, and when the arrow hit the string, the phone on the sofa rang.

"Your hand, your phone rang—"

Tang Mi leaned over half of her body, and Cheng Hao didn't stop her. He put on the little clothes neatly, and rushed forward. She was rubbed forward and hit the soft sofa with her head.

The phone fell on the carpet, the speaker was turned on by mistake, and Lin Zhibin’s voice came from the receiver:

"Cheng Hao, you are so cloudy, let someone guard me outside the nightclub and put a sack on it."

Cheng Hao focused on the cause of trolling and said nothing.

Tang Mi was panting, biting her lip for fear of hearing it on the other side of the phone.

"...Speaking of which, Tang Mi and I were also married for one night and one hundred days of grace. No wonder you are so anxious--"

"——You fart!"

Tang Mi didn't hold back and opened his mouth.

Lin Zhibin was startled, "Don... Mi?"

"Who, who married you all night?"

Tang Mi covered her mouth and motioned to Cheng Hao to stop. Unexpectedly, he was leaning against her sensitive bit of grinding, and in his clear and cold eyes, there was both desire and anger hidden in secret.

The numb sensation jumped all the way up from the bottom, Tang Mi knew that this vinegar jar was overturned again.

He hurriedly raised his voice: "The relationship between me and you is innocent, don't talk nonsense."

After Lin Zhibin laughed, he hissed again:

"Why is Cheng Hao's cell phone with you so late?"

At this time, Cheng Hao slowly answered, "I have a problem with my girlfriend?...Lin Shaoye walks a lot, and it is inevitable that he will run into a ghost. Here, I can only send you a sorrow, tomorrow I will Let the secretary send you a bunch of flowers and wish Lin Shao an early discharge from the hospital."

He leaned over to pick up the phone, pressed it off and turned it off blankly.

Don't forget to pester her at the connected place, Tang Mi gasped, "Keep it down, you have taken explosives."

"No explosives."

Cheng Hao wiped her cheek vigorously, "Furious."

"It should be another fight."

Tang Mi was happy: "That certain man on the news is Lin Zhibin?"

Cheng Hao nodded, and after a long while he explained one after another: "Now there is no key evidence. To move Dong Huang is terrorizing the snake. Take it again."

He looked at Tang Mi as if he was talking to himself.

Tang Mi understands that Donghuang Entertainment now has the capital injection from the Du family. Recently, it has been very popular in the industry. He has his shadow behind several big IPs, and there are vague signs of returning to its former glory.

"Oh, Shinobi."

"Aren't you reluctant?"

Tang Mi grabbed his neck, lifted up and kissed him: "It's enough for me to have you."

She laughed brighter than the sun, and soon, this bright was infested by desire, and both of them were silent and sank into the world of the two.

Cheng Hao cleaned the sofa in the end.

The next day was a working day. When Cheng Hao got up, Tang Mi was still asleep, with her hands and feet neatly placed in the quilt like a crouched shrimp.

He helped her to press down the corner, making sure not to cover her nose, before going to the inner guard.

After shave, razor, brushing teeth and washing face, when going downstairs, the aunt had already locked the door and left.

Cheng Hao didn’t like the presence of other people in the room. The hourly workers hired by the housekeeping staff were very witty. They left after three meals and basically didn’t meet the owner. After breakfast, he went upstairs to change clothes and buttoned his buttons. Can't help looking back.

Tang Mi slept with flushed cheeks and long black and long eyelashes, falling on the baby-like pink skin, like a sleeping beauty in a fairy tale.

Cheng Hao stopped, returned to the bed, bowed his head and kissed her pouted lips. There was no lipstick smell, which was good.

Tang Mi "chuckled" and opened his eyes, a mouth ruining the atmosphere:

"I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

Have a breath.

Cheng Hao snapped her forehead: "Breakfast is on the table, I'm going to work."

Tang Mi hadn't announced recently, and staying at home lazily, she put her chin up and waved her hand: "Goodbye."

Cheng Hao just left.

The calendar by the bedside quietly flipped to the seventh day of November in the lunar calendar. Tang Mi put away her smile, stunned by the bed, did not sleep as late as the previous day, and was woken up soon after. She didn't do the basic skills today, she practiced her expression in the mirror without grinning her teeth. After taking the lotion, she put on a layer of sunscreen, and when she went to the cloakroom, Tang Mi was in a daze.

The season's new models of major brands are too outstanding.

In the end, she chose a black down jacket with no fancy design. It was long and straight, from head to toe, with a black sweater, short pants, and flat military boots. She was dressed in solemn black, except that her face was white.

The community is a high-class residential area, and there are no taxis nearby, not even the bus station.

Tang Mi was carrying a big bag, her down jacket hat covered her head, and the **** mask and sunglasses covered her slap-sized face tightly. She was sure that she would not be spotted, and then she opened the door and locked her out of the community.

Outside the community, a black Passat waited quietly on the side of the road, and when she saw her, it sounded two horns.

Dumb lowered the car window and poked his head out:

"Mi, here it is!"

Tang Mi pushed her sunglasses and got into the car quietly.

Dumb was obviously accustomed to doing this to her. There was light music in the car. He glanced at her from the rearview mirror, held back, and hit the steering wheel. Passat turned his head and drove on another small road.

The car drove all the way to the outer ring, and did not stop until the suburbs.

Two hours.

This is a group of cemeteries. Tang Mi pushed the door and got out of the car. The greenery was invisible. There were no residents nearby. The guards guarding the cemetery obviously knew Ah-Dai. Tang Mi took off his sunglasses and revealed a pair of eyes.

"Oh, Miss Tang, please come in."

Tang Mi nodded silently and entered the tomb.

Dui took the lilies that she bought halfway for her. The two of them walked along the winding path all the way to the end, and stopped in front of the tombstone, which was a circle smaller than the other tombs. The stone tablet had no name. , But there is a bunch of fresh gypsophila.

This is a bunch of flowers that Tang Mi asked the tomb keepers to put out every day.

Duan and Tang Mi took a stick of incense alone. In this world, only the two of them knew his existence.

Tang Mi sat in front of the screen for a long time, as usual, without saying anything.

Dumb looked at her: "You really don't plan to tell him about it?"

Tang Mi smiled, seemingly indifferent:

"Is there anything to say, that's the way it is after all."

"Actually, I don't quite understand this matter. No, no, Cheng Hao, why did you tell him that you broke up with me as soon as you went back?" Hao's eyes hurt for him.

Such a handsome little brother can't bear to hurt him after changing him.

Tang Mi "hush":

"Don't mention it here."

Duan shrugged: "OK."

In the car, he couldn't help but revisit the old things.

"Speaking of it, Cheng Hao didn't know the existence of the baby from beginning to end. Why did you blame him?"

Tang Mi shook her head and looked out the window. In the car, she took off her mask, and her face without makeup revealed a pale and beautiful face.

She has a very low voice, unlike usual, she always smiles:

"Don't blame him."

She didn't even know about pregnancy; when she knew it, it was too late.

Tang Mi thought that her eldest aunt had been here for more than half a month. She went to the hospital and was told by the doctor lightly, "Two months, a fetus."

The child came briefly and left quietly.

Tang Mi had to admit that at that moment, she was actually relieved.

Without graduation, without a job, neither she nor Cheng Hao can afford the future.

Tang Mi set up a dress mound for the child.

"What about—"

"I thought it was meaningless."

Tang Mi didn’t want to argue with herself. There were no serious and lifeless twists and turns, but the children came and left, which made her not want to see Cheng Hao. She irritated but hated herself even more. With a sigh of relief, there is no need to choose for yourself, stay or give up.

Perhaps the child came and left quietly after sensing this.

"It's not to blame you, even if the child is fine, Cheng Hao did nothing at that time, you still rely on your parents to raise, just graduated, and became a wife and mother, how can you be now? Think about it, how terrible."

Dumb understood very well, he couldn't imagine his life completely dragged down by pots and pans.

People's circumstances are determined by choices, countless choices, and finally achieve the present self.

Tang Mi squinted and looked out the window. She was sure that the current self was what she wanted to be in the past.

But the little guilt in her heart, but every time she dreamed back at midnight, it quietly popped up, making her not chic at all.

"Really don't tell Cheng Hao?"

"it's already over."

Tang Mi smiled faintly: "Tomorrow I will start TV, remember to support the ratings."

Dumb hummed, leaving her a back of head.