Dressed As the President’s First Love

Cheng Hao yanked the bow tie outwards, and finally pulled off what was stuck on his neck. He let out a long sigh of relief, and Tang Mi's shadow was no longer visible in his sight.

Today is the full moon, the day of reunion.

There was only a bright moon in the sky, and even the stars could not be seen. Cheng Hao was a bit cold and relaxed. After getting out of the feelings that had been seen for a long time, he felt an unprecedented ease. The looseness was loose, but the room in his heart seemed to be empty.

The wind blew by.

Cheng Hao bent down and picked up the ring box from the ground.

Tang Mi didn't take it away, so she just left on the steps casually, and didn't even remember to walk.

this--

In fact, it doesn't look like her.

But Cheng Hao was a little happy again.

He felt a secret happiness, which was difficult to express.

If Tang Mi broke up as before, smiled and said "byebye" to him, and continued to remain indifferent, Cheng Hao thought that he would probably be sad.

He seems to have been infected by Don Mi's small belly chicken intestines.

Cheng Hao thought to himself, but his hand held the ring box tightly, and he didn't move for a while.

Sun Tezhu came out from the dark. He witnessed the whole process of the boss breaking up with Miss Tang. Although he had such a premonition, he couldn't help but show his utmost sympathy. After all, ordinary people are sad when they are sad. Now, the boss has to hold on to the aftermath.

"Cheng, your father and mother are still waiting for you in the old house."

Cheng Hao then remembered what was going on, "Oh" and turned back to the car on the side of the road.

When the three cars drove all the way to the old house, it was almost half past ten.

Pushing the door in, Cheng's father and Cheng's mother were like two strangers, sitting in the living room with their necks down, nothing to say to each other.

Cheng's mother was obviously a little flustered. Seeing her son came back, she quickly stood up:

"Azheng, how is it? Did you find her?"

Cheng Hao took off his jacket and hung it up for Zhang's mother, rolled up his sleeves, and sat on the sofa to make tea for himself.

Kung Fu tea is time-consuming.

Father Cheng knew that this was his son looking for words for himself.

"Hard to say?"

Cheng Hao brought the tea cup over, and one person poured a cup and shook his head:

"There's nothing to say, she missed it, we... broke up."

"If you don't drink it, you can't sleep at night after drinking it."

Cheng's father refused.

Mother Cheng just stretched out her hand and gently stroked her son's head:

"Mom recently met a very good girl, would you like to... meet?" In her limited cognition, young people are always fickle, and what can heal the trauma of a relationship is often another. emotion.

Cheng Hao shook his head:

"Mom, I'm not in the mood."

"Go and meet, huh?"

Cheng Mu persuaded him, "Maybe I will be in the mood if I see you?"

"The child doesn't want to see, so why force him."

Father Cheng is not interested in these little things of love, "The media, I have sent them all for you, and the photos and videos are all collected clean. The problem is...The Lin family boy is very dark, so I don't want to take this matter to shame you."

It's still a shame after all.

Cheng Hao didn't feel ashamed, "We collected almost the same thing about Yu Ting, Dong Huang... it's time to move."

"Lack of evidence."

Cheng's father asked a few questions about this matter from the beginning, but then he ignored it almost all the time, and Cheng Hao was following up.

Because Yu Ting was detained in a nursing home for a long time and had mental problems, she was unable to attend as a witness. The physical evidence was the account book that Yu Ting's sister had hidden in the bank. It can be witnessed...

"The last driver of the Lin family who was dismissed was found by me. He was abroad."

Rich people love to go to Tibetans abroad, but as long as they are human, they have social relationships. Out of family desire, they will always contact the past and stuff some money. Those who are not so determined will surrender.

The two of them were in the old house and discussed in a few words a major event that had recently shaken the entertainment industry.

And that's what happened to Tang Mi.

No one mentioned it.

Father Cheng felt that his son shouldn't be so boring. He ran to eat the grass after being shaved. Since it has nothing to do with the future, there is nothing to mention.

Cheng's mother is another kind of heart. She doesn't want to touch her son's sadness, she is open and hurry to find the second spring for her son. As for Miss Tang, if she can go there quickly, her son must not be like her, confess her death. Can't pull it out for half a lifetime.

So much so that Miss Tang, who should be condemned by the whole family, never appeared in the issue that night.

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At this time, Tang Mi had just returned to the community.

Thanks to Tony, and even ignorant of Dumb, Tang Mi raised his feet up the steps.

The bodyguards were like a shadow, and everyone in the community fell asleep.

The night is very quiet.

Tang Mi stood ignorantly on the steps for a while, she remembered the scene where she once carried slippers and walked barefoot across the steps, leaping into Cheng Hao's arms.

Everything is just like yesterday.

But everything can't go back.

Realizing this, Tang Mi's heart seemed to be tightly gripped by brute force, completely breathless. She took a deep breath and sat down slowly, leaning on the handrail next to the steps.

The hem of the beautiful woolen dress ready for a date fell on the steps, and Tang Mi kept his head dull and motionless.

The bodyguard stood quietly under the steps and turned around.

She didn't cry.

The real Tang Mi is almost cold enough to not shed tears. All her tears are weapons and illusions of beauty.

Lonely tears, without any power.

Tang Mi wiped his eye sockets. As expected, they were dry. Even though his heart tightened for a while, his eyes felt like a dry desert and couldn't get out of the water.

She doesn't want to go home now. She doesn't want to explain to her parents why they let people and pigeons go, and she doesn't want to tell Li Rong about the past that she missed.

She just wanted to calmly deal with her thoughts.

Tang Mi tried to analyze herself.

Why, when Ah Dui lied casually, she was fooled. Didn't think that it was unreasonable? Why is it that every time she faces Qin Sisi, she seems to be ignorant and unable to calm down?

She is always afraid of the world will that she has fabricated, but the world will...

Does it really exist?

Or is she giving herself a reason?

Tang Mi began to remember the moment when she learned about wearing the book.

The night is quiet, and even the heart is thorough and clear. It can neither deceive others nor self.

Recalling the origin of everything, Tang Mi had to admit that Cheng Hao was always special to her.

So that when she learned of the 20 million debt, she could even say that she couldn't wait at the time, and she invested in Cheng Hao like a swallow in the forest, without a trace of hesitation.

She nailed herself firmly to the role of the female partner, and was obsessed with turning herself into a poor victim who was about to go to jail. She was always afraid and always careful—

As a result, I accidentally lost myself.

Miao Miao's bad news came, and her first reaction was the will of the world, which had already explained everything.

Tang Mi suddenly woke up, but at the same time she was sober, she couldn't help feeling sad.

She leaned on the railing and went up the steps on the first floor.

Swiping the card and getting on the elevator, Tang Mi didn't go back, but went to the house that Cheng Hao bought.

The password is still the original password, everything is exactly the same as before she left.

The sofa, bar, kitchen, balcony, and, she brought a cactus on his desk.

Tang Mi finally covered her face and started crying in sorrow.

She loves him.

But at the same time he knew it, he lost him again.

The curtains outside the balcony were hummed by the wind, and the cactus squatted quietly in front of the desk. Nothing changed, but everything changed again.