Dressed As the President’s First Love

"Sir, what do you need?"

A very special guest came today at Harry Winston's store on Fifth Avenue in New York.

Oriental face, three-dimensional facial features are very recognizable, black hair, dark eyes, fair skin, the whole person looks clean and gentle, compared with the open and rough Western style, this Mr. Dongfang looks mysterious and reserved, especially he has a pair of deep Charming eyes, with a trace of melancholy when not talking.

Molly is the only Chinese in the shopping guide of Harry Winston.

She greeted him with a sweet smile. When she glanced over the Patek Philippe watch on Mr. Dongfang's left wrist, the smile on her face was more like the nectar of Mrs. Prince's house, and it was so sweet that the juice came out.

Even if this Mr. Dongfang has someone he likes, she is willing to spend the night with him, Molly thought.

Mr. Dongfang's gaze glided directly over Molly's beautiful face, and fell behind the bright booth behind her:

"I want to customize a diamond ring."

He said.

Oh, it really is a deliberate one.

Molly is a little regretful:

"Sir, please here."

The customized service does not belong to her little shopping guide. Molly led Mr. Dongfang to the VIP lounge and was received by the manager. After waiting for about 20 minutes, she finally waited until Mr. Dongfang was accompanied by the manager. From the lounge come out.

The manager who was as arrogant as a turtledove actually put down his white frame, smiled like a koala, and enthusiastically sent people to the door.

Molly stepped on tiptoe and glanced at her, without holding back, she hurriedly chased it out:

"Sir! Please wait!"

Cheng Hao turned his head and looked at the eastern face inexplicably.

In New York, it is rare to see Orientals, and it is difficult for him to show a trace of patience: "What's the matter?"

Molly blushed and handed him the card in her hand:

"Sir, you left something."

Cheng Hao glanced at her, as if he could see through the young woman's intentions at a glance. He didn't pick up the business card, and the corners of his mouth curled into a straight line. Only then did he show his polite and arrogant stubbornness:

"Sorry, I have a fiancee."

"I, I don't mind."

Such a young and attractive man.

Molly looked at his face in fascination: "You can call me anytime."

"I mind."

Mr. Dongfang coldly rejected her, and then surrounded by plainclothes bodyguards, he hurriedly got into the extended Lincoln, the low-key black body bathed in the sunset, and went away.

Molly stood there, and didn't go to the store until her colleague called her.

At this time, she found Tina, who was in the store at the same time as her, screaming excitedly.

"What's wrong?"

Molly threw the card with her phone into the trash can.

Being rejected mercilessly, she gave birth to a trace of frustration. Molly was very sweet. With this face, the man who came to buy a diamond ring would be softer even if he belonged to him. Only today this Mr. Dongfang , And always make no pretense.

Tina didn't notice this colleague's thoughts, and said "Hey":

"Just now, this gentleman, for his fiancée, decided on the'La Moss Star' of our head office!"

"The Star of Ramos?!"

Molly opened her eyes sharply.

The star of Ramos is the treasure of the entire Harry Winston town.

The 4.5-carat blood diamond, although not as good as the 5.11-carat "Musayev" a few decades ago, has been auctioned off as a private collection by Musayev, and Ramos’s Star is already a popular spot on the market. The pure-blooded nobleman in the drill.

Not counting the high processing fees, the price of diamonds alone is more than 80 million yuan.

"Yes, turtledoves are crazy happy now!"

Tina looked envious, "Mr. Dongfang said, this Ramos star, he will use it to propose to his most cherished girl, and I don’t know, the girl who can be worthy of this Ramos star, long What kind of."

"It must be a beauty."

"Maybe inconspicuous, like Katrina."

Molly shook her hand angrily. Katrina was a big fat man with shameless appearance.

"OK."

Tina shrugged, and she finally saw that her colleague, who likes to fish for triumphs, was in a bad mood.

The turtle dove passed by and glared at them: "Work hard."

Cheng Hao returned to the hotel after finishing what he wanted to do.

He came to New York this time to investigate.

A Chinese-American professor handed him an invitation letter personally, inviting him to visit their current laboratory. To put it bluntly, it is to invest. Autonomous driving is difficult in China, but foreign technology has matured day by day, although in the end Link stuck —

Cheng Hao came this time because he wanted to dig a mature technical team back to China.

This old professor has been immersed in unmanned driving for decades. He has a private laboratory, but at the moment, the laboratory needs a lot of funds. This is also an old man who wants to invest but not Willing to sell key technologies, and even reluctant to move the laboratory back to China: Cheng Hao is grinding with him.

After staying in New York for nearly ten days, the old professor finally showed signs of loosening—their experiment is proceeding to an important point.

Obviously, with the exception of Cheng Hao, the other angel round investors refused to continue to inject capital after several times of investment failures. Instead, they withdrew one after another. The laboratory owed a large amount of foreign debt and was in urgent need of a savior.

This savior is Cheng Hao.

Sure enough, on the thirteenth day, almost two weeks after Cheng Hao and Tang Mi separated, the old professor let go.

"Chen, you are the most courageous man I have ever seen among all young people. I have investigated and found that your Zhengheng was built from scratch and founded by yourself. Why did you turn to driverless?"

The old professor noticed that the young man blinked, and the handsome young man's face was filled with a sincere smile:

"In the beginning, it was just because of my love that she didn't like driving very much."

The old professor was surprised: "Are you married?"

"Not yet, maybe soon."

The old professor sighed, but he didn't expect the cause to be so romantic, "You must love her very much."

Cheng Hao didn't say a word, but a smile leaked from the corner of his mouth.

After signing the contract, under the hospitality of the old professor's wife, Cheng Hao said goodbye. It was almost nine o'clock in the evening in New York, and with an arrow back, he boarded a direct flight to North City.

In the VIP lounge, Cheng Hao couldn't help but clicked on Tang Mi's circle of friends.

The most recent photo was three days ago. She went out to dinner with the crew again. Xue Qixuan sat on her left, an arm's distance away. She was hugged by a **** the right, and the three of them smiled like sunshine at the camera. brilliant.

My little sun.

Cheng Hao glanced over the obnoxious man, and gently touched that face, he pressed off the screen.

When the plane arrived at Beicheng, it was already three o’clock in the afternoon. Cheng Hao left the terminal building blankly. Sun Tezhu called and said that he had sent a driver to pick him up. He hung up the phone and went out from the VIP channel. Saw the familiar license plate parked in the waiting area.

Pulling open the rear door, a soft voice, along with the face still shining in the gloom, rushed in front of him, Tang Mi raised his small face:

"Surprise!"

Cheng Hao's exhaustion from the journey was relieved in an instant.

He opened his arms to her, Tang Mi, like a cheerful little deer, threw directly into his arms, holding his face, looking left and right: "Say, do you want me? Do you want me?"

"Think about it—"

Cheng Hao raised his hands and surrendered.

"How much do you think?"

"Well, a little bit."

Cheng Hao squeezed her cheeks and leaned against the sofa chair contentedly, "How long have you been waiting here?"

Tang Mi was successfully distracted by him. She rubbed her butt, her face grimace:

"Three, four... hours?"

The gesture of inviting credit is undoubtedly revealed.

Cheng Hao looked at her and smiled faintly:

"Let's talk about it, what did you do wrong?"

Tang Mi pushed him away angrily: "Dog bites Lu Dongbin and doesn't know good people."

Cheng Hao looked at her for a while, with a certain expression: "I see, my uncle and aunt asked you to come."

Don Mi: "..."

Do you want to be so smart?

Still let ordinary people live?

"My mother hasn't allowed you to come here yet."

"But she didn't stop you from looking for me."

Cheng Hao is sure and honest. His publicity on the show this time will definitely dispel some of the doubts of the elderly, at least his performance is sincere enough.

"By the way, the show is broadcast tonight, right?"

"…right."

Tang Mi pouted and blinked his eyes: kiss.

She thought her suggestion was strong enough—

Unexpectedly, Cheng Hao would not be fooled, he turned his head blindly and looked out the window.

Tang Mi curled her mouth, turned her head, and faced him with the back of her head. At this moment, a force came from the back of her head. Cheng Hao raised the back seat baffle quickly with his eyes and hands, but his lips fell precisely on her lips.

Until the two of them separated, panting, Cheng Hao rubbed her lips with his thumb, and looked at her straightforwardly:

"...I really want to do you now."

Tang Mi's lips were pursed, and a bang was left on his thumb with a provocative look in his eyes, like an unscrupulous fairy.

Cheng Haoqiang pressed the rising impulse, took a breath for a while, and re-buttoned the buttons one by one for her. The man put his callous fingers across the soft skin of his chest, and Tang Mi shuddered:

"lighter."

Soft nasal sound.

Cheng Hao paused. He did not hold back the buttons. He unbuttoned the buttons one by one. He lowered his head to hold her and sucked fiercely. Tang Mi couldn't bear it and leaned back softly on the sofa chair. Remember the panting.

Cheng Hao took out a hand and covered her mouth, Tang Mi gently bit his finger, like a naughty fish.

She was proud, but she said "Ah". Cheng Hao covered her throat in time. She opened her eyes wide, and her stockings fell on the car floor. Tang Mi deliberately wore a retro-style black and white long skirt today. The skirt is like a flower, but now it undulates like a sea of ​​flowers.

The copper-colored belt buckle rubbed against the leather sofa chair, and everything screamed in silence.

Tang Mi never expected that he could be so bold.

The radio station in the front seat is still singing: "...he said this pain in the wind and rain is nothing..."

Tang Mi was overwhelmed by turbulent desires and was still thinking: the lyrics are quite appropriate.

Perhaps the driver noticed something, and he deliberately made a round of the outer ring before heading back to the destination. At this time, Tang Mi blushed and leaned softly against the man's open arms, and stretched out his fingertips. Go in and rub him, until Cheng Hao grabbed her hand, then lifted his eyelids:

"It seems you really miss me."

Cheng Hao: "..."

Tang Mi looked at him, raised her head to kiss the corner of his mouth, and asked him in a voice:

"How can the small umbrella be carried with you, quickly and honestly!"

Cheng Hao glanced at her condescendingly, seeming to disdain to answer this question, but it's a pity that the flushing ear tips betrayed him.

Don Mi giggled.

The two who had fired a battle cannon went to the next door surreptitiously.

Cheng Hao took a shower, and when he came out after changing his clothes, Tang Mi had already restored all her messy hair and makeup. She sat in the living room obediently, and when he came, she waved her hands like a cat: "What a coincidence, my mother let her You go to my house for dinner!"

Cheng Hao was stunned, the expression on his face was a bit sluggish this time:

"Auntie Tang asked me... to eat?"

"right."

Tang Mi pushed him, "Go and dry your hair, my mother said, it's not easy for a child to stray strangely outside, call you to have a meal, don't think too much."

"Exact words."

She emphasized.

The corners of Cheng Hao's raised mouth were not even smooth, and he looked like a silly, handsome and charming silly.

He went to the bathroom to dry his hair, and followed Tang Mi obediently, carrying a pile of American ginseng, tea, Maotai and other things in his hand.

Tang Mi didn't know when he prepared these things, all of them were hidden behind his bar.

Mother Tang probably waited for a while, then removed her apron and wiped her hands: "Oh, it's fine for you to come, why are you bringing such things."

Although she felt that the two might not be able to go far, the sincerity of the young man was still in her eyes.

"Huh, sugar-coated cannonball."

Father Tang sat in the living room and snorted like the old man.

Cheng Hao knew a few things, put the gift in the hallway, he condensed his cold expression, and he was very behaving when he laughed, especially the pear vortex on one cheek was looming, which was really unpleasant. Father Tang's face became stern for a while, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

I made a few more sips of dry beer, and screamed "Xiaocheng" one by one. Compared with the past, there was obviously a lot of looseness.

Cheng Hao drank a little, and squinted on the sofa in the living room for a while. When he woke up at eight o'clock, he found that the show had already started.

Father Tang and Mother Tang sat on one end of the sofa alone, with Tang Mi resting on the back of the sofa and letting her mother stuff cherries into her mouth.

She still likes eating cherries so much.

Cheng Hao cheered up and watched the show intently.