Dressed As the President’s First Love

As an unqualified entertainer, Xiao Li burst into light for Mr. Cheng in his heart.

A man should live like him, make the most beautiful woman, drive the most handsome car, drink the most expensive wine, even bodyguards are cooler than ordinary people: he thinks so.

Then, he heard Brother Mao raise his voice and asked:

"Then why did you break up with Miss Tang before? What's the misunderstanding that allowed you to say such a thing on the show?"

"Cheng, please explain!"

When it's over, Xiao Li thinks about it, and can't wait to hold his head and pretend that he is not a team with Brother Mao.

The entertainment reporters are like leeches that have seen blood, surging non-stop:

"Cheng, explain! Why did you break up in the first place?"

"Cheng, please explain!"

The bodyguard could not separate the turbulent crowd. The security guard of the clubhouse came out with a truncheon. Cheng Hao's strutting feet suddenly stopped, and his hands around Tang Mi's waist tightened, and his voice was chilling:

"I remember that I am not a public figure, nor do I intend to entertain the public with personal feelings."

"But Miss Tang is!"

Someone shouted.

The two had just got out of the warm car, and when the wind blew, they were frozen like two little chickens shivering in the ice.

It's cold everywhere, but only the waist is hot.

Under the thin silk material, the hot heat of the five fingers spread over, and the waist dyed a little bit of moisture.

... Cheng Hao was nervous?

Tang Mi raised her head curiously, only to see a layer of green scum under his jaw.

She could see the vibration in her throat: "Apart from all the halo, Tang Mi and I are just a very common pair of lovers. Is it weird that they quarrel and break up?"

…No, it’s not surprising at all.

Tang Mi's eyelashes moved, and there was a shadow of lanterns all around. In the shredded light and shadow, the man was so handsome that he could go to the sky.

Unusual and unusual...

Her heart throbbed.

With the clubhouse close at hand, with the joint efforts of the security and bodyguards, Tang Mi made a breakthrough unscathed.

Donghuang Entertainment and the Ship King lavishly rented the entire clubhouse in Moshang as an engagement banquet. Champagne and Western-style meals can be seen everywhere. In the shadow of the clothes, the popular roll band sings slow songs on the stage, and Tang Mi is carrying the skirt. Stroke the temples:

"It's not messy? Isn't it pretty?"

Cheng Hao lifted the collar up for her without saying a word.

Tang Mi corrected the collar: "Don't do it, it shouldn't look good."

She cares very much about the so-called momentum at the moment of appearance, women, especially in the occasion of fighting for oddities, absolutely can't lose.

—Especially not to lose to Qin Sisi.

As everyone knows, there are countless pairs of eyes in the banquet place, sweeping the two people brightly and secretly.

The man looked at Tang Mi’s face and figure, the whole black dress, nothing was exposed, only a thin belt around the waist, which draws a slender waist. To the contrary, Tang Mi’s figure is good, forward and backward, elegant and conservative. , Is the extreme desire to make people want to tear.

As for the woman, it was Cheng Hao who looked at it.

They liked his face, but they loved the money and status in his pocket even more.

This is definitely the most shining pair in the field.

Lin Zhibin was holding the champagne and looked at the entrance in a dream. Du Li pulled off the goblet in his hand: "Today's engagement, somehow cover it up."

He looked at her mockingly: "Did you like her too?"

Du Li takes both sexes, and the two get angry with each other when they go on a blind date. She helps him through the difficulties, and he is responsible for helping her deceive her father. Of course, if she can give birth to a boy and a half daughter, it would be best.

"Wrong, I like both."

Du Li embraced Qin Sisi and lightly pecked her:

"Little Sisi, do you like that?"

Qin Sisi confided: "Cheng always has a favorite."

"What are you afraid of, I'll grab it for you."

Du Li patted her, took the whiskey in Waiter's hand, took Lin Zhibin's hand, and walked towards Cheng Hao, "Cheng, rare guest."

"Your father happened to be chatting with a group of uncles and uncles upstairs with my father. This is Miss Tang, or... go up together?"