Dressed As the President’s First Love

Cheng Hao's comfort is very effective.

When he woke up the next day, Tang Mi would not be bothered by this matter at all.

She still followed the previous pace, half an hour of basic dance, ten minutes of facial expression practice, and finally when she left the bathroom with water vapor, Xiao Shi had already bought breakfast.

"Douji" buns in paper bags, vegetable stuffing, a small cup of freshly ground soy milk, and six cherry tomatoes.

The three meals of a female celebrity are not always expected.

"Where is Rongrong?"

Tang Mi sat down in front of the sofa, took a sip of soy milk, it was salty.

Xiaoshi's job is still quite good, and she remembers her taste very well.

Tang Mi is a little sorry.

To find an assistant again, there will be a break-in period.

"Sister Li said to go out. Tang, you only have one scene in the morning. It starts after nine o'clock. In the afternoon, you have to change places and go to Group B..."

For daily shooting tasks, the crew will send an electronic file to the agent one day in advance.

Agents with many artists under their hands usually only accompany one person to do some management during the first two days of the shooting. Only one person like Li Rong will stay with the group throughout the whole process. This is the case, and occasionally they have to leave for a while to negotiate the contract. , Tearing up resources, these trivial matters of life are often followed up by the life assistant.

"Okay, you arrange."

Looking at Sister Tang after eating breakfast, Xiaoshi turned back to the dressing table, patted water, breasts, and makeup in the mirror. His envy was overwhelming: "A few days ago, Yu Yao's assistant asked me what happened to Sister Tang. Maintenance, I told the truth, people still don't believe it."

"Oh? Why don't you believe in the Fa?"

"Speaking of you, you must have done something secretly. Anyway, there are a lot of them. I also said that you are incredibly popular. Could it be that you are raising a kid..."

Xiao Shi said nothing to Tang Mi.

"Raise a kid?"

Tang Mi chuckled, "I can really tell."

"In the front line, isn't there another well-known Hong Kong star who was exposed to raising a kid at home..."

"You believe in feudal superstition?"

Tang Mi interrupted her, took a picture in the mirror, made sure that the makeup was perfect, then closed the lid, "I'm going to change clothes, you are ready to go, it's time to go out."

The first scene was in the locker room next to the swimming pool. Perhaps it was taking care of a patient who had just returned. Director Long arranged a literary show with Tang Mi. There was no underwater scene, it was just a fight with people.

Ran Linglong, a newcomer who had just come to the national team from the provincial team, faced the leader of the original team in the upper ranks—anyone who disrupted the inherent organization would inevitably encounter resistance from the original organization.

Long Dao still didn't give the script, only asked for: freedom, freedom, volition, and sway.

But Miss Yu, who used to be the same as her, is now a dull quail, short of breath after a few words, and she has been stunned many times.

"Cut!"

Long Dao shouted the card again.

"You two, communicate separately."

Yu Yao's eyes flickered, Tang Mi put on a big bath towel, put the swimsuit and thigh bag inside, the photographer and the lighting engineer all walked out, together with Yu Yao's little friends, she glanced at Xiao Shi, Xiao Shi also retired wittily Go out and help her close the door.

Du Xiyue did not leave.

"Think about your brother Bo," Tang Mi shrank on the sofa, her delicate little face, with a provocative smile, her eyes staring, "When are you Miss Yu boring?"

Yu Yao hesitated to speak but stopped.

"...I think you have been absent today. Is there anything wrong?"

"Before I came, I seemed to see a few illegitimate meals of Brother Bo dangling near the hotel."

"Illegal food?"

Yu Yao nodded, "Yes."

"What does that have to do with me."

Tang Mi suddenly remembered that when the fans visited the class before, she did see a few familiar faces in the group of Po Fans, and when those familiar faces were recording "Infinite Growth", she accidentally glanced at the underground garage.

"I don't know, but I always feel uneasy."

Yu Yao pursed his mouth and saw that Tang Mi didn’t notice, before he said, “Although Bo Bo has clarified your relationship on the Internet, you have to know that the larger the fan base, the more brain damage. Bo Bo, in recent years, I haven't talked to any female artist about the scandal so much."

"I have months and months."

Tang Mi turned around and beckoned to Du Xiyue in the corner. Yu Yao only noticed the woman with a very low sense of existence next to her, but at a glance, she knew that this person was about the same as those around Sister Yu.

"Mr Cheng protects you very well."

Tang Mi shrugged: "I asked for it myself?"

"This kind of bodyguard is not available to ordinary people. It is about this number in a year." Yu Yao said eight, before Tang Mi could guess, "800,000, the one next to my sister in the lobby, the female bodyguard is more expensive. "

Don Mi:...

She thought that a few hundred thousand would be enough.

Think about it, Cheng Hao sent three more, and four in total. According to her current worth deducting the rake, she worked hard for a year, and she couldn't afford to hire these bodyguards... right.

"Surprised?"

Yu Yao smiled, "For us, these are just common sense. Chefs, exclusive stylists, and even seasonal clothes will be delivered by special personnel. These methods can make life easier and more comfortable with money. No one knows. Stingy. There are yachts, private jets, islands..."

"As far as I know, Mr. Cheng has a lot of private property in this area, but looking at you like this, I'm afraid I haven't enjoyed it much."

Tang Mi: ......ojbk, regained his spirit and started to frustrate her.

She nodded, with a look of relief:

"Please continue to maintain your current state, Miss, I am afraid that the copper smell of your Yu family will not shake Longdao."

"As for your so-called enjoyment...probably, no one can compare to the happiness of having a boyfriend's loving meal every day."

Tang Mi has never been stingy, showing affection to outsiders.

Yu Yao stayed.

She couldn't imagine Cheng Hao leaning down to wash his hands and make soup.

She met Cheng Hao for the first time the year before last.

She followed the lobby sister to a cocktail party in the industry. She still remembered that the lobby sister, who had always been sure of everything, saw people with her eyes full of ambition to win. She pointed to the man sitting in the corner with a breezy moon and said:

"I want this man."

Yu Yao is a diehard fan of Boxi.

She thinks she will not be shaken by anyone, but she still remembers the bright lights at that time. Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows, there were thousands of lights and the moonlit night. The man was wearing a brioin suit, and the night was engraved on him. A layer of timelessness, even the red wine glass held in his hand, reveals the temptation of the world.

Ming, Ming and Qing were cold, but people couldn't help but want to tear open the layers of disguise he had wrapped, and watch him show embarrassed desires.

Yu Yao never robbed the lobby sister, she retreated wittily.

And after that, she also saw that the sister of the lobby who had never been disadvantaged before came back down and returned in embarrassment, and all this was given by this man.

Yu Yao admitted that he was a little bit...

Gloating.

"Mr. Cheng cooks for you?"

Tang Mi smiled sweetly, "Hmm, every day."

Of course not every day. Mr. Cheng, who has everything to do with everything, is usually very busy, but she doesn't mind exaggerating it a bit.

Both of them have the fun of going to the supermarket, and it is only a matter of course to make a meal after shopping.

Ten minutes is up.

The next shooting went smoothly. Yu Yao turned his grievances into motivation, and took a few shots and got a "good" call from Director Long.

In the afternoon, the scene of group b was filmed with Boxi.

They chose the amusement park, and the two avoided everyone in the team. Taking advantage of the rare holiday, they spent a happy day in the amusement park. Long Dao’s original setting was to make a plea when the Ferris wheel rose to the top. The kiss was finally denied by Tang Mi.

Bo Xi looked at her, his pupils were extremely dark under his long eyelashes, and he did not speak.

Director Long followed to group b, and the assistant director went to group a to shoot:

"Is there any reason, let's hear it?"

Thanks to his unconstrained shooting method, he is rarely willing to stop and listen to the actors say something.

"Kiss of the Ferris Wheel, there must be one of the five idol dramas. The routine has long been vulgar. I have a suggestion. Since it is a competition, why not have an underwater kiss? Pure, with a bit of romance. The kiss fits the theme again."

Long Dao patted his thigh: "Yes."

Tang Mi breathed a sigh of relief.

Bo Xi glanced at her fixedly, his mouth cocked.

When the filming was over, it was close to eight o'clock, and the others had a big night scene. The director took care of the two patients and asked them to return first.

"At half past nine, the hotel rooftop, let's have a chat."

Bo Xi walked to Tang Mi's side and lowered his voice.

Tang Mi subconsciously wanted to refuse, but when he heard what Bo Xi said next, she changed her mind: "It's related to your little assistant."

"good."

She said.