Dressed As the President’s First Love

Tang Mi didn't sleep well, but Cheng Hao rarely slept peacefully.

When I woke up, the sky was clear, there were no clouds in the sky, and the sun was golden, hitting the fluffy bedding, so warm that I didn’t want to get up.

He lied on the meeting bed rare.

Next to the bed was the shirt Zhang Ma had prepared for him, with black and white vertical stripes, and it was so hot that Cheng Hao got up after only half a minute. The shirt button was buttoned all the way to the top, Cheng Hao thought about it, and then unbuttoned one button.

After taking a shower, squeezing the foam, the electric shaver shaved off the little scum that came out. Cheng Hao looked at the mirror left and right, always feeling unsatisfied, and finally fell his gaze to the meticulously combed hair.

It is a little longer than the board inch, but they are neatly circled where they should be.

He stretched out his hand, plucked his hair tousled, and slumped it loosely on top of his head. A handful of it fell loosely on his forehead, suddenly he was several years younger.

Cheng Hao was satisfied now.

Pushing the door and going downstairs, Zhang's mother was already setting the plate. Cheng's father sat still in the seat of the south-facing parent, reading a newspaper in his hand.

Cheng Mu sat silently at the other end of the rectangular dining table, one by one, and she had to raise her voice to speak.

Quite suitable for this home.

Cheng Hao sat down and folded the tablecloth, "Dad, Mom."

Father Cheng closed the newspaper and glanced at him.

At this glance, I was stunned.

The well-behaved child has changed a lot, a little bit yuppie, at first glance, he has the demeanor of his youth, if there is a beauty in his arms, it will be even more like.

When Father Cheng was okay, he was full of slogans. There was something really wrong. On the contrary, he liked to pretend to be deep, so he didn't say anything at this time.

He didn't say it, let alone no one said it.

Cheng's breakfast is quiet and orderly.

Mother Zhang prepared hot sausages, cheese bread, candied eggs, and a cup of hot milk for each person.

After Cheng Hao finished eating, he wiped his mouth and got up:

"I went to the company."

"Dong Huang's net has been cast down."

Father Cheng said something, and Cheng Hao nodded slightly: "Thank you, Dad."

Special help from Sun arrived earlier than him. The three bodyguards lined up in front of him were sent back before Miss Tang.

"Ms. Cheng, what should I do?"

Sun Tezhu quietly looked at Mr. Cheng Xia's clothes. It was not a pair of trousers, but a pair of dark cuffed jeans. With such a bag of legs, it was actually longer.

Cheng Hao didn't see any strangeness on his face, but as expected:

"Take it to settle the account with Finance."

"Then Miss Tang..."

Sun Tezhu saw Cheng Hao's expression and knew that he had asked the wrong question.

"Do not care."

Sun Tezhu lowered his eyes: "Yes."

"The marketing team..."

"Merge into Zhengheng."

"…Yes."

Just when Sun Tezhu was about to push the door out, he heard another sentence:

"You don't need to report anything to Tang Mi in the future."

Sun Te froze and responded with a "yes" slowly.

In the afternoon, two huge parcels arrived at the front desk of the company, and the designated recipient was "Cheng Hao".

The front desk routinely called the general secretary, thinking that they were waiting for their fate, but they were piled up in the warehouse waiting for mold. Unexpectedly, the grandson's special assistant, the biggest chief of the General Secret Office, came down like a dog chasing behind him. When he saw someone, he asked:

"Where's the package?"

"Where."

The front desk pointed at two giants randomly piled on the ground next to them.

Good guys.

Sun Tezhu circled around, rolled up his sleeves, he was quite heavy, and his tired old waist didn't move. Miss Tang also didn't know what was in it.

Although the Boss said don't care, the special assistant Sun who received the text message couldn't really ignore it. He moved up with all difficulties and moved to the president's office. Before the door entered, he was stopped.

"What's this?"

Cheng Hao pointed to the big parcel on the ground that was blocking the door.

"Miss Tang gave it to you."

Sun Te helped wipe the sweat from his forehead, bent over and took a breath.

The expression on Cheng Hao's face was quiet for a moment, and he was stunned for a while before he said "Oh".

"Let it go."

He picked up the folder and stood up. He took a long leg. He didn't look back when he passed the package. He just said, "Special help Sun, you have five minutes left."

Only then did Sun Tezhu remember that in five minutes, there would be a meeting with the general manager of Colos.

When he finished moving the package and hurried to the meeting room, it was only one minute.

Five people came from Colors this time, one general manager and one marketing director.

Ms. Yu Jie, who has had several relationships with him, gave him a smile:

"It seems that Mr. Cheng sent his assistant very hard."

"where."

Cheng Hao shook his head, "Why don't you... discuss business matters?"

Colors is here to talk about financing this time.

Any company that grows bigger in China will want to make a foray into the international arena. Zhengheng is a financial company, and it has a complete chain of manipulation overseas.

And Colors, or Yu Jie, provided Cheng Hao with a condition that he couldn't refuse: She could connect him with an unmanned driving research institution in the United States and enter the tour.

The team he hired has recently got stuck on a key point. If the visit can be reached, it may be instructive.

The meeting broke in all afternoon.

At eight o'clock in the evening, when the lights came on, Yu Jie closed the file, her eldest brother was already drowsy by the side:

"Can Mr. Cheng look on his face and have dinner together?"

"It's rare for my mother to come back. I have to accompany her. I'm sorry."

Cheng Hao politely refused.

Yu Jie was not a pity either, so he closed it as soon as he saw it, and awakened the eldest brother, and led the subordinates away.

Cheng Hao didn't go back.

He sat in his empty office, looking down from above.

The people in the secretariat are gone, and Sun Special helps off work. He is the only one left in the entire building.

There were thousands of lights underneath, but Cheng Hao suddenly didn't know where to return.

Everything is empty.

He fixed his gaze on the two large parcels against the wall, and after a while, took out the paper cutter from the drawer and opened it.

The package is really big.

Tang Mi packed his entire belongings and sent them here all the way from her apartment, ranging from toothbrushes, razors, and aftershave to suits, pants, and shoes.

All the things that cost so much were all pitifully piled together, lying in the corner of the wall one after another.

Cheng Hao laughed.

It really is…

The typical Tang style, he must be a little more chic than her this time.

He called the security guard, sealed the two boxes again, and threw them in the company's sundries showroom, pressing them at the bottom.

———

Tang Mi asked the director for two days off.

I don't know if her previous performance was too good. This time, Long Dao was unexpectedly easy to talk, and even comforted her by "don't worry" and "do not have time to ask for one more day off."

Tang Mi felt that time had come.

She used these two days off to tidy up the entire apartment.

Cheng Hao moved in little by little like a mole, but she collected them little by little, and sent them to his company by a courier.

She didn't forget to inform Sun Tezhu to pick it up.

After finishing this session, it was night.

In the dead of night, the things that have been on my mind come to the surface.

She pinched the phone that Tang Mi hadn't touched much for two days. She turned it upside down for a while, clicked on WeChat, and found Cheng Hao.

On the Wechat interface, she still stayed on one of her "momo da"s. The cute little girl kept kissing each other repeatedly. On the Wechat, it was him who said good night to her.

Even if they are separated, the fragmented past will always come up inadvertently, maybe a familiar smile, maybe just a water glass, a bottle of nail polish.

Tang Mi suppressed the thought of turning up and sent a WeChat message to the other side:

[Should I tell the outside world about the breakup? 】

In an instant, a system message popped up.

[Cheng has turned on friend verification, and you are not his (her) friend yet, please send a friend verification request to Cheng, and you can chat only after the other party has passed verification. 】

Tang Mi didn't know when he blacked her out.

Man, when he wants to be cruel and unfeeling, he is really cruel and unfeeling. He can stride forward without looking back, leaving everything behind.

Tang Mi looked at Cheng Hao's newly changed head portrait, Little Sun was gone, replaced by the most common street lamp in Beicheng.

She was stunned.

The cactus on the window sill was half of the moonlight and half hidden in the darkness, as if a piece was cut off by life.