Dressed As the President’s First Love

"The first broadcast ratings break 2!"

Early the next morning, Tang Mi woke up with a sore back. When she was lying on the bed, she heard the phone buzzing on the bedside table twice.

The pillow is already empty.

The sunken figure reminded her of someone's huge presence.

Tang Mi plucked her hair, leaned over and picked up her mobile phone, and saw everyone in the Chuan Chuan group rushing to tell each other beamingly.

"The premiere ratings of "The Legend of Li Fei" broke 2! It broke 2!"

At the moment when the online media is distributing most of the audience's attention, there are very few audiences who can watch TV in front of the TV. And this very small group of people has to be divided into nearly a hundred channels, so that even if the ratings break 1 even if the current is qualified, the first broadcast breaks 2, almost heralding the birth of another explosive drama.

Director Qi is crazy about happiness.

At the moment, ten big red envelopes were issued in a row in the Chuanchuan group, and Tang Mi opened one quickly: Sorry, the red envelopes have been robbed.

She doesn't believe in evil.

Continue to click on the next one: Sorry, the red envelope has been robbed.

Ten red envelopes, the only one Tang Mi grabbed was still 0.1 yuan.

Seeing the only dime he grabbed, Tang Mi wanted to cry a little—this bad luck debuff is endless, right?

In the Chuan Chuan group, someone already sent an exclamation point and swiped the screen.

XX: [Koi, I believe it. 】

Then I posted ten pictures in a row,

On each picture, there is a Sisi grabbing a red envelope, Qi guides a red envelope for 1,000 yuan, and Sisi is the one who receives the most red envelopes every time.

Such a metaphysical scene makes the liver tremble.

Even the initiator of the lucky red envelope Qi Dao couldn't help but type a string of "...".

XX: [Sister Qin, hurry up and buy lottery tickets! Will be in! 】

Sisi: 【……】

A verb that can accurately describe Tang Mi's feeling now is probably-she broke her silver teeth.

This is all money, at least it is not less than 600 yuan.

Tang Mi, who was still carrying a huge debt and a mortgage on her back, couldn't help rolling in the quilt. When she looked up, she found that Xue Qixuan, a chaotic ghost, had poked her bag-grabbing picture in the group.

Tangtangtang, congratulations on your successful grab of 0.1 yuan, and the red letter mark: unique.

Director Qi: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Suddenly want to laugh, what's the matter.

Tang Mi threw a crying emoji and sent the screenshot to Moments.

Tangtangtang: [Guiqiu go out and step on shit. 】Cry, cry.jpg.

Soon, a large wave of praise was received, especially Jiang Xinwei's big ridicule was the most conspicuous. Far from Zhengheng, the conscientious CEO Cheng caught a fish halfway through his busy schedule and gave him a thumbs-up.

Cheng: [Touching the dog's head.jpg. 】

Tangtangtang: [Even you bully me! Cry.jpg. 】

Jiang Weiweiweiweiweiwei: [Show love, die fast. 】

Cheng: [Get off. 】

Brother Dandan: [Single dogs shed tears of bitter tears this morning. 】

Hey Ranran: [Kick over this pot of dog food.jpg. 】

After Tang Mi swiped the phone, he set aside the phone.

After routinely jumping for a basic exercise, I practiced facial muscle training on the mirror for fifteen minutes. When I came out after washing and wiping my hair, I found that the phone on the bedside had been shaking for a while.

Click to open.

Cheng sent you a red envelope.

Cheng sent you a red envelope.

Cheng sent you a red envelope.

...

Red, bag, rain? !

How to show love for strong RMB players?

Mr. Cheng was on the road, Tang Mi happily opened the red envelope, and then dumbfounded:

...What the hell.

Red, bag, one, one, all, dot, no, out, come!

fake! fake! All are fake!

[Tang Tang Tang] Toward [Cheng] lost Tuo Xiang.

Tangtangtang: [What about your renminbi player's self-esteem? 】

Cheng Hao returned in seconds.

Cheng: [I only have the self-esteem of the creditor. 】

Tang Mi was deeply hurt.

She missed He Haozheng, who was nerdy and quiet at the beginning, instead of the current CEO named Cheng.

He looks like a dog, but he is actually a big-hearted black capitalist.

Tangtangtang: [Gouzi, you have changed. 】

Cheng: [Heh. 】

And in this short hour, I don’t know which **** person it is. I took a screenshot of this circle of friends and posted it on the Internet, with the text: [Dog abuse team in the morning, it’s not a human being that I don’t care about it. ] Mocking face.jpg.

Don’t be too happy for Ritang CP fans.

They powdered the other CPs, they were looking for sugar in the glass slag, but Fan Ritang changed a different one, and the sugar sprinkled outside was already sweet enough to eat.

CP fans collectively climaxed, after a new round of forwarding, with Tang Mi and Cheng Hao's current topicality, they quietly got out of the circle.

[Look what I found? 】

[Leng Yan Tang turned out to be soft and cute stuffing, so every day you turned out to be like this. 】

[Am I the only one worried that Brother Ritian will kneel on the washboard when he comes home? 】

[Upstairs, you are not alone. 】

The TV station and the crew have special personnel to observe the latest data and see that it is profitable. They simply put a lot of effort on the other side to buy the two people together.

#唐咪一毛#

#日唐CP#

#唐咪丽妃传#

Of course Tang Mi is happy to be popular.

In one night's effort, her star power list has rushed to twenty, and in the traffic data of male artists dominating most of the sky, it is already quite strong.

Li Rong called to remind her:

"You are a double at best, and Xue Qixuan is a serious one. Now your topic level completely surpasses him, no team will not mind."

Actors filming are both to attract fans and to go further.

The skyrocketing popularity of Tang Mi meant that Xue Qixuan's limelight was covered, and she took all the benefits, and Xiaoshengfan was definitely not happy.

The combat power of modern Xiaoshengfen is comparable to that of a giant aircraft carrier. It is not comparable to Tang Mi’s buddha fan-maybe she can absorb a wave of acting fans in the future, but at least not now. Friction underground.

Tang Mi tasted her meaning: "Success."

She hung up the phone and was about to catch her breath when she saw Director Qi in the group announce: [At six o'clock in the evening, celebrate with Quelou. 】

Cool at the age of three: [Director's treat? 】

Xue Qixuan made a Pippi expression.

Director Qi stared: [Why don't you come? 】

It's cool at three years old: [No, no, no, the youngest dare not grab a job with the director. 】

In the entire crew, to joke with the director as usual, apart from Xue Qixuan, there was no second person to be found.

Maybe it was Cheng Hao's relationship. Director Qi and Tang Mi were always polite. Although she admired the female artist's professional ability, her personal friendships were not as good as Xue Qixuan's.

He is born with this ability, he can talk to anyone, and he can confuse with anyone.

The director treats, no one will refuse it uninterestingly.

Except for Lu Dan, who was filming outside and had no schedule, everyone else responded.

As the first female, Tang Mi naturally has to follow the trend.

Entertainment is a circle. The longer you stay, the more you can feel that acting is part of it, but part of it is human affection. People who don't know how to be human usually can't go too far.

Tang Mi sent a text message to Cheng Hao, telling him that there were other arrangements in the evening and that he would not go home for dinner. It took a long time for him to reply.

Cheng: [Oh. 】

Very wronged.

After a while: [What time does it end? 】

Tangtangtang: [Not sure, the director treats me. 】

Cheng: [Oh. 】

Just when Tang Mi thought that Cheng Hao would not reply again, he suddenly threw a word.

[No alcohol is allowed. 】

The corner of Tang Mi's mouth bends: [Try your best. 】

【Don't talk to people surnamed Xue. 】

this……

Tang Mi Shun Mao Lu: [Good. 】

Although this is impossible.

——————

The road conditions are good at night. It is estimated that it will take less than half an hour to reach the destination in an hour's drive. At exactly 5:30 in the Tongque Building, Li Rong parked the car, and Du Xiyue was next to Tang Mi alone, sending people into the Tongque Building like a guardian from left to right.

Director Qi and other staff did not come. In the box of Nuo Da, the lights were turned on quietly, and only one Xue Qixuan sat in front of the sandalwood table. He wore a sturdy black leather jacket, and the ripped cowboy arrogantly exposed half of his knee to her, and smiled:

"It is you."

"Where are your agents and assistants?"

Tang Mi sat down and made herself a cup of tea. Du Xiyue went to watch outside the box, but Li Rong hurriedly went to the bathroom.

Now, there are only two people left in the box again.

"Song's wife gave birth, and the assistant was on vacation. I came by myself."

Xue Qixuan looked straight at her, his eyes slid from the peachy eyes on her to the slightly pursed lips.

Nude lipstick, the makeup is extremely clear, only a circle of pink blush is applied on the cheekbones, the hair is tied into a bunch of ponytails and hangs behind the head, black short down, small leggings, and a pair of buckles under the feet. The army boots looked neat and comfortable, with a great look.

She always knows what to wear for what occasion, and she has never made a mistake once.

Tang Mi quietly moved the tea cup in his hand:

"This hot search..."

"I see."

The old **** Xue Qixuan was here, "But...you know, I came from a draft pick. It seems that it became popular because of a youth drama, but it's actually an old man in the circle."

"None of the people who rely on frying CP to go for a long time. The media people are vampires. Today you break up the rumors and you will cheat tomorrow. If you don’t squeeze your feelings over and over again like old vegetables, it’s not finished."

Is this telling her "show love and die fast"?

"The Biography of Li Fei is very good, I believe in myself."

But Tang Mi still thanked him, Xue Qixuan was very sincere, but she still felt his subtle concern and...lost?

She suspected that she was wrong.

At this moment, the box door was opened, and Qin Sisi walked in. Seeing the two of them, there was a good smile: "Brother Xue, Sister Tang, you arrived so early."

Xue Qixuan snorted coldly, and turned his head without giving face.

Tang Mi's mouth curled up: "Miss Qin is not too late."

As Qin Sisi came in, the rest of the crew arrived one after another, and finally Qi Dao and Bo Xi arrived.

Boxi was dressed in casual clothes, a plaid sweater, and loose collar, standing quietly beside the bald director, his appearance was abruptly raised by another degree.

"This time I have to thank Xiao Bo, I will call him."

Director Qi patted Boxi on the shoulder and looked left and right. He happened to see an empty seat between Qin Sisi and Tang Mi. He pointed out, "Xiao Bo, or else, where are you sitting?"

Bo Xi nodded, and when he walked to Tang Mi's side, he paused, unbuttoned a button, and sat down.

Qin Sisi poured a cup of tea for him: "Brother Bo, you are here."

Her voice was just right for everyone on the table to hear.

Bo Xi nodded slightly at her, with tenderness in his eyes: "Yes, is Sisi welcome?"

Tang Mi whispered and whispered in his ears as he listened to the pair, just as if it was just a breeze.

"Mi, it's been a long time since I saw you."

Bo Xi smiled at her slightly, his eyes were bright, Tang Mi found that his eyelashes were as long as Cheng Hao, and under his narrow single eyelid, there was a gentle stream of autumn water.

It deserves to be regarded as the most talkative eye by the media.

"Long time no see, Mr. Park."

Tang Mi smiled authentically.

"I really saw it."

Bo Xi sighed with regret.

Director Qi raised his wine glass in the main seat, and expressed his feelings in comfort, and Xue Qixuan sat down in his seat.

Across from Tang Mi, he saw Bo Xi's eyes, their eyes were clear and unobstructed, and when he looked in the mirror in the morning, he had seen the same look countless times—

Whenever he thinks of Tang Mi, he looks like this.

Xue Qixuan's head roared, and he suddenly understood--

He likes Don Mi.

...No, I like it a little bit more than I like, and I can't talk about love.

"what happened to you?"

Tang Mi smiled at him slightly.

Xue Qixuan closed his eyes suddenly, and he realized that what his previous actions meant, he had no chance to get close to her for even a second.

"Nothing, drink."

Xue Qixuan put on the dangling skin again, and poured a glass on his neck, and the cool liquor was poured from his throat all the way to the soles of his feet, with a bone-to-shouldering coldness.

Bo Xi raised his glass to him:

"drink wine."