Dressed As the President’s First Love

Less than a while after Tang Mi got in the car, Li Rong called in a hurry.

"Kitten! Your mother just called Cha Gang!"

"Cha Gang?"

"Yes, you didn't go far, did you? Now we meet, you get in my car and walk for a while; I just coaxed your mother and said you were constipated—"

The corner of Don Mi's mouth twitched.

Cheng Hao leaned quietly in the back seat, opened his slightly closed eyes, and looked at her: "What's the matter?"

"My mom checks the post."

"Now I have to meet Rongrong at the intersection of Ronghui, and you will go home alone tonight. Good, huh?"

Tang Mi softly coaxed him.

Cheng Hao turned his head stubbornly, and after a long time he gave a soft "um".

As expected, Li Rong's Lexus was waiting at the Ronghui intersection. The two cars handed over people like the prisoners. Tang Mi just got in the car, the Bentley engine roared, leaving a place of exhaust gas away.

Don Mi:...

As soon as Li Rong turned the steering wheel, she drove the car into the side road, and asked her: "What's wrong, this is? Have a quarrel?"

Tang Mi shook her head, and within ten seconds, it was just right, Tang's mother called.

"...Well, yes, I am constipated..."

Tang Mi couldn't help but glared at Li Rong as he spoke.

Li Rong chuckled and raised her voice: "Aunt Tang, don't worry, the kitten is here with me, so good!"

The mother and daughter greeted each other for a while, Tang Mi hung up, and Li Rong had her usual items, but there was nothing to buy specially.

When the two arrived at the place, they found that Du Xiyue was carrying a suitcase and was waiting downstairs in advance.

"Mr. Cheng asked me to send Miss Tang's things to avoid any inconvenience to you, Miss Tang."

Li Rong parked the car and sighed: "I didn't expect your Ah Zheng to be so careful."

Tang Mi smiled and said, "Azheng, of course it's fine."

Li Rong rented a small apartment with one bedroom and one living room, and it was enough to add a Tang Mi, but Du Xiyue couldn't live in it, so she left after sending her things.

When Tang Mi came out of the shower and wiped her hair, she found Li Rong was like a grandfather, lying half-lying on the bed with her legs tilted up. Seeing her coming, she patted the pillow next to her: "Girl, give me a sip ."

Tang Mi shook the towel on her face and said charmingly:

"Master first wipe the girl's hair."

Li Rong resignedly took the towel and wiped Princess Tang's hair.

Her life is a slave life, and Tang Mi's legs are weak.

Asked while rubbing.

"It's your family who usually wipes your hair, right?"

"He blows my hair."

Li Rong also wanted to find a boyfriend like this. He didn't need Cheng Hao's patience, just half his appearance. Then she would give up like an ancestor, so she would never go west.

"You, it's a good fate, what's the matter, this time it's settled?"

Tang Mi was in a daze: "...Forget it."

"What do you mean? I haven't asked, what on earth do you think? Play, or like it?"

"Is there a difference?"

Tang Mi asked.

"Of course there is a difference. To play, that is scum, and I don’t want to be responsible, but I think you have brought people to my parents, and I don’t shy away from it. It’s not like playing, not playing, but I want to settle down. So , Do you like it?"

"Is it so obvious?"

Tang Mi supported her chin lazily, and Li Rong hummed her hair.

"Yes."

Li Rong told her categorically.

"I want to settle down."

Tang Mi blew on the nails Cheng Hao had just made for her recently. They were pearl powder, and the edges of the nails were polished smoothly without any barbs.

Her eyes were sober, she hadn't forgotten her original intention from beginning to end.

She was afraid of death, and heard that the prison food is not good, and no matter how beautiful the beauty goes in, she will be defeated as a stubborn flower.

Now that the plot **** will be a demon at any time, the most effective way is to tightly tie Cheng Hao to himself.

Seeing her parents, getting engaged, it's best to get married. According to Cheng Hao's personality, even if she finally hates her, she definitely won't let her betrayed and imprisoned like in the original book.

As for whether you like it or not, does it matter?

unimportant.

"I'll be home tomorrow."

Li Rong put a quick-drying hat on her, Tang Mi put it on, and the two lay side by side on the bed, "with Cheng Hao."

Cheng Hao was naturally willing.

Li Rong watched her on the phone, finalizing the itinerary in a few words, and a promised president of "everyday management", unexpectedly agreed without objection.

Tang Mi hung up:

"Azheng also wants to speed up the progress."

The corner of her mouth hooked, and her smile turned into a flower.

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The next day, the black Bentley drove quietly into the old community in Shiguan Town.

The community has been around for a few years, the exterior walls are gray, and it has just rained, leaving a rut on the wet ground. The old people chatting with their necks outside the buildings narrowed their gray eyes and looked at the bright tiles. The body of the car just slid in front of her eyes, and the knowledgeable "hey" screamed.

"Good car!"

"Old Li, what's the matter?"

"What's the elegance of the Bentley, my son told me, the one that is almost ten million!"

More than ten million?

For the people in this community, it is nothing short of a fantasy.

"Don't you remember it wrong?"

"How can it be! I watched it many times, just this sign, the front of the car, the body, you can't go wrong!"

Old Li Tau hurriedly broke with people with a pale face.

Someone believed it.

"When is there such a capable person in our community? Look at the two cars behind it. Tsk tsk, it's not a big man, right?"

"Hey, you don't know about that, old Tang in our community, his daughter..."

A middle-aged woman sighed, "I can bear it, acting on TV, I have moved a small bench every day to watch these days, hey, don’t say, the acting is really good, people are pretty, a while ago, there were no reporters Touch our community and come to secretly interview our old neighbors!"

"Don't hold back with people!"

"How can I, but I watched Xiao Mi grow up, Xiao Mi, she has been smart since she was a child, and is different from ordinary people. Then the reporter asked me if Xiao Mi had plastic surgery? I was so angry that he immediately killed me. , I showed the reporter a group photo of my stinky boy, every day, what kind of stuff? When people are in kindergarten, they are garden flowers, like the little fairy in front of the Guanyin seat, the stinky boy around here, which one is not Do you dream of marrying someone home?"

"Did your stinky kid yell every day when he was young?!"

"Hey, don't tell me in front of my daughter-in-law, the two of you should have a fight when you look back!"

"I have to go downstairs to Renlaotang's house and take a look, is it true that the girl is back."

A gang of old people who were full and idle, all rushed to the downstairs of the old Tang's house.

It happened to bump into Tang Mi getting down from the back seat of the Bentley, with a long red woolen cloth and snow-white skin. A thief and agile young man stood beside him, holding on to the door.

The old people have watched TV for so many years. I really haven’t seen a young man like this. It’s just that he is handsome and not very kind. He glanced over and quickly froze the person out of the two holes. It was not good at first sight. provoke.

"Mi, have you brought the subject back?"

Tang Mi nodded to the neighbors in the neighborhood, "Uncle" and "Auntie" called out, laughing strangely:

"I'll come back to see my parents."

"This is my boyfriend."

Cheng Hao stood quietly beside her, and nodded.

Why was he still a little flattered when he was greeted by the guy? The elders were talking babbledly, and the children yelled strangely around a few cars.

Tang Mi looked at her helplessly, and glared at Cheng Hao beside her: She said she would let you change the car.

Cheng Hao was wronged.

Counting and counting in the garage, this one is black, the lowest key is the most stable, with bulletproof film, except for the two headlights that are flashing, it looks very ordinary.

Tang Mi had a headache thinking of his colorful cars in a garage.

Some people watched silently, Meng Sao was all in the dark, going in and out was either a Bentley or a Maybach, all black, who would have thought of hiding a garage in secret? Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, purple, complete.

Hearing the movement, Father Tang came downstairs and rescued his daughter and Mr. Cheng, who might become a future son-in-law, in the congestion of neighbors in the neighborhood. Accompanied by the bodyguard assistant, a group of people came up mightily, and then the bodyguard and assistant returned to the car and waited, leaving a clean space for the "family of four."

"You came back so suddenly, parents didn't prepare anything."

Mother Tang came out with a spatula and complained about her daughter.

"I will be in the filming group tomorrow. I guess it will be another four or five months. I have time now and come back to see you guys."

Cheng Hao quietly put down the big bag in his hand.

Mother Tang always has an illusion, now it's like a married girl taking her son-in-law back to her natal home.

She curled her lips: "I knew, you said you lived with Rongrong, but you actually lived with this kid, right?"

She didn't lower her voice, Tang Mi said "Mom": "What are you talking about?"

"Edit, edit, I'll see you continue to edit! When your mother doesn't go online?" Yesterday, I checked the post and pretended to be with her.

Since Tang Mi was filming, the fun of the old couple has been to search the internet for their daughter's news. They also signed up for the Little Young account and secretly entered the fan group to see what these fans are doing.

Cheng Hao's eyes were bright and he looked at Mother Tang seriously:

"Aunt Tang, I'm serious with Xiao Mi."

Mother Tang: ...The young man is too handsome.

Father Tang coughed, and Mother Tang looked back.

"My dad has met Xiao Mi, and he also likes Xiao Mi very much."

Cheng Hao bit his scalp and continued. He would rather face the ten most annoying opponents in the mall than face the cannibalistic eyes of the future old man.

"Kitten has seen your dad?"

Now Father Tang was taken aback.

Tang Mi waved her hand and interrupted their conversation: "Dad and Mom, don't we say that this is done? This time, we both come to sit and sit. You and you will not see me for several months tomorrow."

"It's not rare to see it on the news."

…The mother did not run away.

Tang Mi stuck his tongue out: "Mom, I'm hungry and want to eat the fish head with chopped pepper."

Mother Tang wiped her hands, "There is no fish head at home, you are waiting."

She urged Old Man Tang to go out to buy groceries, and walked to the door, remembering something, "Swish" took off the apron and carried an environmentally friendly bag, "Kitten, you ask Xiaocheng to sit down, mom follow me."

"Hey."

Tang Mi responded crisply.

Cheng Hao looked up at her: "Aunt Cheng is... you can't prevent me?"

"The meat is in your nest, why is my mother guarding you?"

Tang Mi tweeted at him.

Cheng Hao suddenly became casual.

Standing up from the sofa, he walked into the living room with his hands and feet, and looked around. The living room is not big. It was decorated in the old-school style more than ten years ago. The corridor connected two rooms. His eyes were fixed on one door. , Just go there.

Tang Mi jumped to block him: "Hey, Mr. Cheng, what do you want to do?"

"Mr. Cheng wants to see Mrs. Cheng's boudoir in the future."

Mr. Cheng lowered his head and smiled, and Mrs. Cheng was suddenly cut by the beauty.

She poked his dimple with her fingertip, and the dimple became a little deeper, like a slight ripple.

Don Mi lifted her chin:

"That's it."

Mr. Cheng hugged the koala hanging on his body, and strode to the large east room.

When they arrived at the door, the koala refused to come down. Cheng Hao could only drag her hips with one hand and unlock the door with the other.

Very different from what you imagined.

There are pink, pink floral bed sheets, pink flannel dolls, even curtains and desks are all pink, a strong visual impact, like a tide flooding towards Cheng Hao. He opened his mouth and gave a soft "wow".

Princess Tang slid down from him:

"Don't doubt, my dad's taste."

Pink lace edges, pink puppets, and most of her clothes and skirts from small to large are pink.

"At the university, I didn't see you through pink."

Cheng Hao laughed lowly, all his impressions of her beginning and ending were that she suddenly broke into his life like a little hot sun.

Goose yellow skirt, the color of the sun.

"I'm afraid you can't imagine the pain of being dominated by pink since childhood."

Tang Mi shrugged, as if thinking of something, "Wait a moment, I'll show you the photos."

She looked around the room like a happy butterfly, and went to the living room like a gust of wind before she found it.

Cheng Hao smiled.

Withdrawing his gaze, he took a serious look at the place where she grew up. He sat on the soft bed and imagined a little Tang Mi once sleeping here, watching TV, and his heart collapsed inexplicably. Then I went to stand in front of the pink desk. Rows of reference books were neatly arranged. Next to the desk, there were a grid of storage compartments. There were monkey dolls, small pink bones, and a small Piggy's piggy bank.

It turns out that you grew up like this.

He replaced his fingers with his eyes, and brushed her past little by little.

The piggy bank was half pulled out by the action she had just found for the album. Cheng Hao pushed it in, very lightly, and there was a very fine sound from inside, like the sound of a metal piece beating.

It's not like a coin.

Cheng Hao picked it up curiously and shook it, but he didn't expect a thin silver shimmering thing to fall out and land on the wood-colored floor.

He was startled.

This thing, Cheng Hao is simply unforgettable.

That star necklace.

A strong hunch told Cheng Hao that this was the one he gave her, and it must be.

He pushed Peppa Pig back to its original position, leaned over and picked it up, and found the mark that he had engraved on the secret button.

The silver star seemed to have been hit by a heavy object, leaving small mottled dots. The necklace was chopped in the middle, and the cracks were neat and tidy.

"Azheng—"

Tang Mi came in happily holding this big photo album. She tilted her head to look at him: "What are you doing?"

For a purpose that he didn't know clearly, Cheng Hao quickly put the necklace into his sleeve:

"Unexpectedly, you used to watch "The Little Prince"."

She is not such a romantic person.

Tang Mi pulled out "The Little Prince" casually. The cover was very new. She turned to the title page to show him: "In junior high school, she went to the auditorium of a brother school in a neighboring province to dance the peacock. When she stepped down, a little brother gave it gothic. mine."

She pointed to the line on the title page:

For the most beautiful little princess.

"Peacock dance?"

Cheng Hao's eyes moved slightly, "What brother school?"

"The name is very strange, what is called Zhi, Zhi—"

"To Ping."

Cheng Hao slowly said.

Tang Mi's eyes widened, "Aren't you the little brother who gave the book?"

This is too heroine!

"no."

Cheng Hao smiled coldly, pushed "The Little Prince" in, and covered it with other books, "It's not me."

At that time, he had a bruised nose and swollen face from the fight, and he shrank in the last row, watching the shining little peacock dancing on the stage, thinking, what a beautiful feather, it must have been soaked in a honeypot.

Cheng Hao didn't want to recall the little boy who was full of hostility and unwillingness in the past, but he still remembered himself who was stabbed in the eyes by the beautiful feathers of the little peacock.

Tang Mi glanced at him suspiciously, flipped the album forward, and finally found the "Little Green Peacock" who had gone to the auditorium to report the performance.

"Hey, this is me."

Little Peacock opened a pair of ignorant eyes and smiled innocently at Cheng Hao.

He rubbed his finger: "Can you give me this picture?"

Tang Mi described vigilance:

"You are not a pedophile, are you?"

Cheng Hao looked at her and said quietly, "What do you think?"

As the chopping fish that was repeatedly turned and fried before, Tang Mi shook his head: it must not be.

Cheng Hao told her physically that he was not a pedophile, and when the two separated panting, the door creaked.

Tang's father and Tang's mother came back from buying vegetables.