Dressed As the President’s First Love

Moshang Club.

Tang Mi held Cheng Hao in one hand and the skirt in the other, and stepped onto the spiral staircase next to the Roman column.

The host of the banquet led the way, Tang Mi walked a little slower, and asked the people next to him in a low voice:

"I remember, you told me before that your dad is gone."

Looking through all the memories, Tang Mi was absolutely sure. There was no mention of Cheng Hao's father in the book. Thinking about it this way, he used to be called He Haozheng: There is no such detail in the book.

The world in the book revolves around the heroine, and the insignificant details are omitted for saving energy. According to this principle, the name change does not matter—

But Cheng Hao's father, such an important part, couldn't possibly be skipped.

So, is there another possibility--

The so-called dog-blooded words are just short-term records, and the ending may not be the true ending. All the world is just the tip of the iceberg.

"What are you thinking about?"

Cheng Hao glanced at her and looked up to the front. The marble steps were polished brightly. The corner walls were hung with the works of the same new Western painter. The entire clubhouse was filled with the smell of money and power.

"I used to think so."

He said.

"So, in fact, you changed your surname to recognize your ancestor and return to your clan?"

There are countless eight-point plots running through Tang Mi's mind, such as his first love girlfriend being beaten by a mandarin duck and running with a ball, such as volunteering to be a third for love, and finally being abandoned.

"That's it."

Cheng Hao sighed.

"So your righteousness..." According to the actor's law, the newly recognized dad must be a big man who can slap his feet, and the whole country can shake three times.

Rich two rich three generations, or right two powers three generations?

If you rely on Zu Yin to develop the company to its current scale in just a few years, with a private island, it is understandable...

"Where do you want to go?"

Cheng Hao smiled, "Before the listing, neither my father nor I knew about each other's existence. As for later, when you see it, you will understand."

Cheng Hao sold it off.

Tang Mi's curiosity was completely pinched on the spot. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, she would pinch his throat to let him explain.

But when she saw Father Cheng, Tang Mi did understand.

"arrive."

Du Li stopped and gave up her position alone with Lin Zhibin.

The box is decorated in a completely different style from the first floor. The red sandalwood, pear chair, new Chinese decoration, together with the elderly sitting around drinking tea, suddenly rushed into the eyes with the power of penetrating the years.

Tang Mi recognized Cheng Hao's father at a glance.

The black Tang suit, with short hair cut, long body, sitting upright like a soldier, was sipping an elegant blue and white porcelain cup at this time.

She seemed to have seen Cheng Hao twenty years in advance, and years left him no longer wrinkles, but more calm and elegant demeanor.

Well maintained.

Tang Mi turned to look at Cheng Hao, and found that this man who hadn't changed his face before the collapse of Taishan, unexpectedly showed childlike excitement and hesitation on his face.

"dad--"

Cheng's father nodded, and those eyes that were exactly the same as Cheng Hao's eyes were first bent, and he smiled: "Xiaohao, come to meet Uncle Du, Uncle Lu, and Uncle Liu."

From the face of it, Father Cheng was much gentler and more angry than Cheng Hao.

But Tang Mi knew that all this was an illusion.

Father Cheng didn't even look at her. He deliberately ignored the fact that his son was trying to introduce his girlfriend to him, and directly took over the right to speak.

He looked at her like a grain of dust.

Now that big stars can clearly mark the price, she is a small artist, really can only be regarded as an ant.

Tang Mi ignored Cheng's ignorance and greeted with a smile:

"Hello Uncle Cheng."

She is not cramped at all,

Others greeted them. With Father Cheng’s cultivation, of course they would not turn a blind eye. As if they had just seen her, they were stunned, with a right smile on her face:

"This must be Xiao Tang who Xiaohao often mentions to me, right?"

"right."

Xiao Tang nodded, pinched Cheng Hao under his hand, and Cheng Hao took the conversation cooperatively, "Dad, my girlfriend."

"Old Cheng, congratulations to the Cheng family for a happy event." Du Chuanye, the ship's king, took a sip of tea cheerfully. "The little girl has a good vision. Xiaohao is the most prosperous among our juniors."

Lin Zhibin raised her eyebrows, and Du Li picked up the skirt and sat familiarly among the group of people: "Dad, it's over, you can offend your future son-in-law."

"Look at your mouth."

Lao Du pointed at her, "If it wasn't for her bad mouth, maybe we married the old Du family, you Uncle Cheng would have accepted."

Tang Mi knew that this was a Hongmen feast.

Grandpa Cheng didn't wait to see her, and Du Chuanwang looked like he was speaking for her, but the words were gloating, so he almost pointed at Father Cheng's nose. Who told you to refuse his marriage? ! Now my son has found a third-rate movie star, shame! "