Dressed As the President’s First Love

The rooftop of the hotel is not open to the public and is occasionally rented out by the crew.

Boxi didn’t know where to get the key. When Tang Mi took Du Xiyue upstairs, she found a long chain hanging loosely on the locked iron fence door. The green creeper crossed the fence, and the threshold was leaking. moss.

Du Xiyue opened the door a crack: "Miss Tang."

Tang Mi stepped over the steps and walked in.

On the concrete floor, the props left over from the last lease were crooked and twisted. She carefully circumvented a long rope. At the edge of the roof, a man stood facing outward, thin and tall, with a windbreaker on her body. The sound of hunting and hunting was blowing, and the sparks were extinguished at the fingertips.

There are no lights, only months.

The other party seemed to hear the movement and turned his head. Even in the dark, he could still see the radian of the corners of his mouth and the hand swaying towards her:

"here."

Du Xiyue stopped in time and kept a distance where he could see but could not hear the sound.

Tang Mi walked over.

When I approached, I discovered that Poxi had a pair of gold glasses on the bridge of his nose. Under the lenses, the narrow and long pupils of the eyes were dark, which was different from the usual gentleness, and there was a little evil in the gentleness.

"Boxi?"

"Don't recognize me?"

Bo Xi put out the cigarette **** and turned to face her.

The bridge of his nose is very straight, and there is a bright light near the tall building, leaving a shadow between his nose, and her black pupils clearly illuminate her shadow.

Tang Mi smiled:

"Of course I do."

It's no wonder that such a face is so popular.

She looked around, except that it was too windy and too cold, and the scenery was unique. Looking down from the top, the street traffic was neon, and it merged into an urban night scene.

Tang Mi got goose bumps on her neck, and her face looked like ice knives in the wind.

No matter when, she wouldn't let herself lose her poise, Tang Mi stood straight, putting her hand on the railing:

"Go ahead, what's wrong with my assistant?"

Bo Xi glanced at her, his eyes moved slightly, and made an unexpected movement for Tang Mi.

He took off his valuable windbreaker, spread it on the ground, covered the concrete floor with a layer of dust under his feet, and sat down with his legs bent, patted the space beside him:

"sit."

The half-person-high wall blocked the wind from all directions.

Tang Mi slapped and sat down without any twisting, and the two of them were separated by a punch.

She didn't urge, but Bo Xi handed her mobile phone over.

"Let's take a look."

He said.

Tang Mi took it inexplicably, but vaguely understood that she probably couldn't get rid of her good assistant.

The screen was unlocked a long time ago and stayed on the WeChat interface. Xiao Shi's WeChat head was a heart-shaped stone, she recognized.

The chat log was at ten o'clock in the middle of the night yesterday.

Work hard every day: [Brother Bo, Sister Tang is not the kind of good woman you think. 】

Bo Xi did not return, but a minute later, the other side sent a photo with... Lin Zhibin?

Tang Mi had difficulty identifying Lin Zhibin's face from the crowd of bodyguards, unsmiling, arrogant and arrogant, behind the white wall was a light green door frame.

The location...very familiar.

Tang Mi thought for a while before recognizing that this was the ward she had stayed in for a while. Through the lights in the corridor, it could be estimated that it was at night.

Lin Zhibin came to see her?

Work hard every day: [Sister Tang has Mr. Cheng, Shao Lin, and maybe someone else. Brother Bo, why do you like such a woman? 】

... Such a woman?

Ha ha.

The conversation ended here.

Only this morning, Xiao Shi still said "Good morning".

"Do you understand?"

"Well, I understand."

Tang Mi nodded, no matter what Xiaoshi's reasons, taking such a picture at such a moment, the original intention will never be too kind. Besides, she can discredit her employer because of a man today, and betray her for a lot of money tomorrow. It is really not a good bird—

There is no spirit of contract.

"Mind if I cut a picture?"

Tang Mi was hiding something in her heart, but her face was still smiling softly, like an okay person.

"random."

Tang Mi intercepted the chat log and posted it to his WeChat. Bo Xi took a can of cold beer and handed it to her: "Come on, a can?"

"Don't drink."

Don Mi refused.

Bo Xi was not angry, and stretched out his hand to open the easy pull ring. Tang Mi looked at the big bag bulging under the sweater on his left arm:

"Doesn't hurt?"

Boxi took a sip of cold beer: "It's okay."

"I encountered it when I first started."

He said lightly, "Everyone has a devil hidden in their hearts. The only difference is whether you let it go. Your assistant...same."

People will laugh at you because of your appearance, trample on you because of incompetence, and discredit you because of selfish desire.

"So, how did you solve it later?"

"I'm afraid you don't want to know." Bo Xi was very frank, and he looked at her, "I am a person, and I will report it."

"so……?"

Bo Xi raised his neck and filled the cold beer, arranged it against the corner of the wall, and Tang Mi discovered that there were two more listed there.

"To make it perish, you must make it crazy." He opened another can. "I made a round. If this person is not so greedy, at most I will be fired, but he is so greedy that he will fall into my round. Inside, finally—"

"I sent him into the game, ten years."

Tang Mi blinked, "Ten years?"

What crime can be sentenced to ten years?

"Economic felony, plus personal injury."

Bo Xi made no secret, "Are you going to send your little assistant in?"

Tang Mi shook her head hurriedly:

"No need."

She thinks she is not so cruel yet.

Bo Xi chuckled lightly:

"really."

"You are always too soft-hearted."

He sighed, "It's exactly the same as before."

"I think you have changed a lot."

In the past, the insects were scared of even grasshoppers, but now they can send someone into the game without changing their faces.

"It seems I shouldn't have said it, but... don't you have anything to ask me?"

"Have."

Tang Mi nodded. The moonlight is very good tonight. She is a rare chatter, "Why help me abuse my fans?"

"Do you still like me?"

Under the thin lenses, Boxi's eyes are like a quiet night, deep and gentle, and love is clear.

Tang Mi looked away: "I have Cheng Hao."

"I know."

Poxi sorted the emptied beer cans according to the previous order without incident, "I know."

He said.

"So, it's not necessary."

"You are really the same as before,"

Soaked in the memory of the voice, like the flowing water of a mountain stream, gently brushing the night color, piercing the ear of the person, Bo Xi nodded, "You refused me back then, so simply."

"So, I don't understand why you want to abuse yourself."

Tang Mi didn't take it seriously.

"Human," Bo Xi sighed, "I can't always control my heart."

"Actually, when I saw you at first, I was a little... well, proud?"

He wrinkled a shallow crease on his brows, "Similar to the kind of mortal novels where the protagonist returns to his hometown in dress, and sees the goddess who previously disliked himself falls into the mortal world, and is no longer proud of himself?"

Tang Mi: "Oh."

"But then, I found out, it's different. You are different, you are different from everyone in this world."

Tang Mi couldn't understand this: "Different?"

She tilted her head, kind of cute.

Bo Xi rubbed his finger:

"Yes, it's not the same. It's hard to describe this feeling. It's like... I worked hard, but I was rejected by the world?"

"It's like, I'm an intruder from outside."

Tang Mi was shocked, thinking that Bo Xi had seen through the fact that she was wearing a book, but it was really not like him.

"I do not understand."

She blinked her eyes pretendingly.

"You don't need to understand."

Boxi laughed blankly, "Anyway, that's it. This world is easy mode for many people, but hard mode for me. From the moment I succeeded in losing weight, I will encounter all kinds of things every day. trouble."

Tang Mi can't remember where he is hard.

The media called him a rare "luckyboy" in the entertainment industry. With the youngest qualifications, he has swept major domestic awards and is the youngest Grand Slam actor in history.

But on second thoughts, I was probably considered a "luckygirl" in the eyes of the media, and even the title "Mary Tang" came out.

"It's hard to understand, isn't it?"

Tang Mi nodded.

"The time I saved you on the island, I felt the strongest."

Bo Xi drank another can. At this moment, Tang Mi moved to the side with a refreshing tone of wine.

"Maybe it's too lonely, maybe I remember it in the past?" Bo Xi smiled, "After all, the way you cursed people for me at that time was very charming."

Tang Mi didn't speak.

Bo Xi put it upside down, but he was trying to analyze himself.

"It's late, go back."

She stood up.

In my impression, Bo Xi has always been a knowledgeable and interesting person. Even when filming a scene, he always pays attention to keeping a distance and does not approach her with excuses.

At this time, I drank too much, but I was a bit forgetful.

He grabbed Tang Mi's hand, his dark pupils dilated in an instant, and the pain condensed into a deep pool, as if he was about to drag her in, "Don't alienate me."

"I love you, Don Mi."

Don Mi was speechless.

She thought, the butterfly's wings slapped, and the worm became a handsome actor, and the person who had escaped from the original course, maybe... was rejected by the world of course?

However, she was too busy to take care of herself.

Du Xiyue approached a few steps: "Miss Tang?"

Tang Mi returned to his senses and pulled his hands away. Unexpectedly, the weak and weak man hugged her from behind, knocked his head on her shoulder, "Just for a while."

He said softly.

"I always tell myself, don't bother you. But I can't help it, seeing Cheng Hao holding your hand, I'm going crazy with jealousy."

"You drank too much."

Don Mi warned him.