Dressed As the President’s First Love

Tang Mi closed Weibo with a bitter expression.

Li Rong handed her a cup of hot milk: "What's the matter? Isn't everything resolved?"

Tang Mi drank the milk all at once, and squatted back again: "It feels like my relationship with Cheng Hao... is going to be picked out."

The timing is wrong.

Speaking of that Miss T's personal image is not good, in case it overlaps with the current black material, just clarified, I can't figure out what happened.

"The code is so thin, sooner or later."

Li Rong is also worried. I believe the crew does not want the topic to be focused on Xiao Mi, especially Xue Fan. His family, Xue Qixuan, is clearly the same, but the recent topic volume has been completely crushed by Tang Mi.

At this time, the phone rang ding ding dong dong.

Tang Mi didn't even look at it, and answered the phone with a grin, her voice terribly tired:

"Azheng, why did you call me so early today?"

There was silence, and then the voice came with a smile: "Tang Mi, it's me, Bo Xi."

...Boxi?

Tang Mi looked down at the phone, and coughed awkwardly, "Oh, King Bo, I thought it was—"

"I'm sorry that it's not your boyfriend," Bo Xi smiled, "but I'm more used to calling me bugs."

Tang Mi is more tolerant of all people with good looks, let alone Boxi rescued her.

"Thank you for this matter online today."

"Why?" Bo Xi said, "Stop teasing you. I happened to have a late night snack near your crew, and Director Long was also there. Would you like to come out and meet you?"

Is Dao Long also here?

Tang Mi then remembered that during the day, he heard from the scene that the next-door crew had come to a big coffee detective class. Could it be that this big coffee is Boxi?

"Sure, you send me the address, and I will go over."

Now it’s too late to put on makeup. Tang Mi looked in the mirror and just applied the ex-boyfriend’s facial mask. Her skin is in good condition. It’s okay if she doesn’t apply it, but her lip color is light. Apply Armani 500, a plain bean paste color, gentle. Everyday, the whole complexion suddenly brightened.

Putting on a sweater and cowboy, her hair tied into a ponytail and hanging high behind her head, she led Du Xiyue out. When he arrived at his destination, it turned out to be a food stall. The small square table was about to be placed on the street. Few people, Long Dao's white little pull is very conspicuous in the crowd.

He raised his hand and beckoned to Tang Mi:

"Hey, Xiao Tang, come here."

Bo Xi wore a gray sweater with a pullover. At first glance, it looked a bit like this one on her, one dark gray and the other light gray.

"Director Long, bugs," Tang Mi came over with a smile, ignoring the oil stains on the bench, and sitting down without seeing the place, "It's a good time in the middle of the night."

Long gave her a bunch of skewers, "This food stall has existed since I was filming. Now it's my son. You can try it. The lamb tastes very positive."

Tang Mi took it and took a bite, "It's delicious."

Bo Xi glanced at her. His memory of her was still in the junior high school meeting. The tall girl, the tortoise feathers of the school uniform skirt got a little oily, must be replaced immediately-but now he can sit in the food stall and eat nonchalantly. String string.

To be honest, he was a little surprised.

Of course, Tang Mi is extremely repulsive of eating such oily things in the middle of the night. In comparison, she prefers to eat in an elegant environment, but if she really adapts to this "down-to-earth" environment, she is better than anyone else. .

After all, she grew up in such an environment before.

A man sat next to Poxi, and looked at Tang Mi one after another. She thought he was a bit familiar.

"You are-"

"I am Zhang Junfeng!"

The person was obviously a little excited, "It's the little glasses in the second grade!"

…Oh, I can’t remember.

Tang Mi smiled normally: "I'll just say why you are so familiar, you are much more handsome than before."

Zhang Junfeng touched the back of his head, very shy, obviously he believed it.

"You and Bo, oh no, why did the bugs get together again?"

"Come on."

In fact, Zhang Junfeng was also a bit confused by the second monk. Boxi transferred to school before half of the class, and did not usually come over with anyone in the class. The two in the upper part of the scene stayed in the same crew, but Boxi has never been indifferent, and I don’t know today. What's the matter, he actually came to visit a lighting engineer's class, and told him to come out to eat food stalls in the middle of the night.

"Are you all classmates?"

Director Long asked with a smile.

"Yes, yes," Zhang Junfeng was a little nervous at such a leading director.

"Then your class is really outstanding. First, there is a Poxi, and then a Tang Mi."

Rondo drank a can of beer cheerfully.

Zhang Junfeng nodded, but at that time no one thought Pochworm was a great man.

Unexpectedly, the big fat guy back then is now the best mixed up in the class. The love letter back then, I went home and looked through it, and I guess I could still find it.

At that time, ten out of ten boys in the class had a crush on Tang Mi, and such a big fat man like Po Chong Chong dared to miss the class flower. It was really self-defeating. That's why the love letter was posted on the bulletin board. —At that time, he was probably the most outraged group among them.

Maybe it was guilt, or because of other complicated psychology, that love letter was still well placed when I moved.

Several people chatted and ate the skewers. In the end, it was obvious that Dao Long drank too much, and he pulled Tang Mi to tell her Cheng Hao out for a drink:

"Xiao Tang, Xiaocheng is always a good man. You, you have to hold it. Last time, to please and please... I personally drove the yacht early in the morning and took the old man to watch the sunrise. He also brought whiskey in the evening. The old man fights and fights wine, two large bottles, and drank all of them."

"...There are not many good men like this now."

Director Long murmured, and Bo Xi smiled apologetically at her.

Tang Mi's cell phone rang.

She picked it up and lowered her voice: "...Hello?"

"Where are you?"

The background music of Tang Mi, mixed with the man's ridiculous laughter, was a bit distorted.

"I?"

She turned around and looked around, "The food stalls, I'm eating skewers with Long Dao and them."

"Tang Mi, count you as cruel."

Cheng Hao gritted his teeth and hung up the phone.

She stared at the phone inexplicably, the screen was dark, and the person on the other side hung up crisply and neatly. Not knowing what kind of nerves she was making, Bo Xi called her: "Xiao Mi?"

"Hey, hey here—"

Tang Mi raised her head, and the assistant Long who was still singing had been tremblingly supported by the taxi on the side of the road. Zhang Junfeng also left, leaving only Boxi in his pocket, waiting quietly under the moon.

Tang Mi felt wrong now.

This Mr. Perchongchong, won't you still like her now?

Beautiful girl, from childhood to most of her own surveillance radar, who likes her, who doesn't like her, it is simply clear.

"It's too late. It's not safe for you two girls to go back. I'll see you off."

Bo Xi beckoned naturally, and a taxi drove slowly to the side of the road. He leaned over and opened the door, "Lady, first."

With the golden thighs, Tang Mi didn't want to attract bees or butterflies at all, so she waved her hands quickly: "No, Yueyue and I are two people, Bo... Chong Chong, you should go back soon too."

Bo Xi smiled softly, but didn't insist:

"Okay, report to the hotel for safety."

In fact, it only took ten minutes to walk, two minutes after the taxi, when the driver of the car arrived at the destination, he looked in the rearview mirror when he stopped the car and said, "Miss, your boyfriend is so careful."

I have been following from the beginning, for fear of my girlfriend's accident.

"what?"

Du Xiyue had already helped her pull the door. Tang Mi looked back when she got out of the car, and she saw Boxi in the taxi co-driver's seat behind. He looked at her quietly from the car window for a while, and Tang Mi turned towards her. He waved:

"goodbye."

Bo Xi suddenly opened the door and got out of the car.

A man with long hands and feet, in a sweater that is particularly tall and straight, his eyes are like water: "Tang Mi, I like you."

"For so many years, I thought I had forgotten, but as soon as I saw you, I remembered the mood at that time a little bit."

Tang Mi's mouth opened into a big "O" shape, a black Bentley stopped beside her, the window lowered, Cheng Hao's face was clear and sharp in the moonlight, like a jade-colored face Cold light.

"Come up."

"You—" Why are you here now?

Tang Mi had a pair of golden thigh eyes, a sharp spirit, dingy, opened the door and got on the car, Cheng Hao took her aside, turned her head and glanced aside, in the shadow of the whirling tree, Boxi looked quiet and turned towards him. Smiled faintly.

Cheng Hao understood this smile as a provocation.

The window rose again, and the back seat baffle rose. Cheng Hao looked at her blankly: "You arranged this because you don't want people to know our past?"

He threw the ipad to her with great anger.

Tang Mi picked it up inexplicably, and found that the screen stayed on a large photo, perhaps because it was taken in a hurry, the pixels of the photo were not too high, and it was an amateur passerby perspective.

Caption: [Sanjin movie emperor and a certain artist named Tang appeared on the street in the middle of the night wearing couple clothes. After a sweet supper, they got on the car one after another and returned to the hotel. 】

Don Mi: ...WTF?

I am not, I am not, really.

She was just to meet Director Long.

"Tang Mi, explain."

Before Tang Mi opened her mouth, Cheng Hao pinched her chin and bit her fiercely.