Dressed As the President’s First Love

"hug!"

What Cheng Hao gave her back was a round, flat, bitter and astringent pill.

Tang Mi swallowed the pills with difficulty.

"Gouzi, you have changed."

Gouzi didn't even move his eyebrows, and pointed to a few other pills on the coffee table:

"There are four more."

Tang Mi's cheeks bulged into a ball and stared at him.

Cheng Hao was unmoved.

Tang Mi thought for a while, leaned forward, and used the left hand with the needle inserted to fill the medicine on the coffee table. Her skin was tender, and after only such a while, the needle circle was a little red and swollen.

The drip bottle was torn apart.

In the end, Cheng Hao bent over and took it for her, and the four beige pills lay quietly on the man's open palm.

Compared with the pampering and superiority of those second generations, Cheng Hao's hands are not beautiful, although his fingers are slender.

Both the tiger’s mouth and index finger have a thin layer of calluses, and the small joints of the **** have a small bump due to holding the pen all the time, and the skin is not thin enough.

Tang Mi knew that Cheng Hao, who was born in a single-parent family, had to help the family work since he was a child. In middle and high school, he also helped people copy homework in order to earn some pocket money. Yuzi left it at that time.

She once had a meal he cooked, and it tasted pretty good.

Cheng Hao watched her stunned, thinking that she had committed an old problem again.

At that time when he was in love, Tang Mi was struggling to take medicine, claiming that her throat was small and the pills stuck in her throat, so she was willing to hum and swallow such a small tablet for a long time.

"Should I go to the doctor to insert a tube for you?"

Cheng Hao smiled coldly.

Tang Mi blinked, with a naive face: "Will you?"

…will not.

Cheng Hao could only let her swallow the pills a little bit like poison. When the woman's soft fingertips touched her palm, it looked like a small raindrop falling outside the window.

It's raining again, and it seems that Beicheng suddenly has the rainy season.

After taking the medicine, Tang Mi refused to sleep. She was half-lying and half-lying while reading her phone. The expression on her face changed momentarily, but her left hand, which was dangling a drip, was still unwilling to let go of the sleeve, and her mouth chattered endlessly:

"Hey, Mr. Cheng, what we were recording just now was recorded as a small video and uploaded."

The big screen of the fruit machine directly hits under his eyelids:

"Look, you have an extra girlfriend by the way, Miss Qin Sisi."

Tang Mijiao's soft voice made her bite particularly clear when she said "Qin Sisi".

Cheng Hao didn't look at the screen, but looked at her intently.

"I found that you care about Miss Qin very much. When you run into her, you are like a cockfight."

...What a broken metaphor.

You fight cock, your family fights cock!

Tang Mi curled her lips: "I look like Miss Qin in no way."

She is white, thin, and temperamental. Is the group of people on the Internet blind?

Cheng Hao thoughtfully, "Do you care?"

"I really care about it."

It's about the dignity of long legs.

Cheng Hao was misunderstood. The corner of his mouth curled up a small arc, and the dimple on the left was looming, but the smile was also very short-lived, and disappeared quickly when Tang Mi glanced over.

He watched the hot comments carefully, his eyebrows were condensed into a small hill, his brows were pitch black and his expression was solemn.

The online remarks fermented quickly, starting from the suspected Qin Sisi, it has developed into the inference that "Qin Sisi may be born with a child, and the national husband wants to be a father".

Tang Mi glanced at Cheng Hao, and realized that she couldn't understand what he thought.

Cheng Hao went out, and when he came back in, he found that Tang Mi, who was still alive just now, had fallen asleep deeply.

The whole face was stuffed in the quilt, and his lips were slightly curled, like a child, and there was obvious fatigue on the face.

He stretched out his hand to pull the quilt down a bit.

The visitation time in the ward has passed, and gradually, the whole building is quiet.

The bedside lamp was faintly lit, and Cheng Hao sat upright by the bed, like a static sculpture.

For an unknown period of time, Tang Mi's phone on her pillow lit up.

Two WeChat prompts came in consecutively on the screen.

[Cry]: Are you sick?

[Cool at the age of three]: Isn’t it the heroine, how many good brothers do you have? Lin Zhibin and Mr. Cheng, should I also add me? I'm willing to be ranked third, waiting for the queen's favor.

Cheng Hao pressed off the screen.

Things are just such a coincidence.

He used to have business dealings with Lin Zhibin and added WeChat to each other, so he recognized who the "cry" was at a glance.

Cheng Hao picked up the phone: "Yes, no need to clarify, just let it go."

On the screen, Tang Mi’s Weibo has been set to special attention. In the Jiugongge photo, the woman’s face is pale, her long hair hangs behind her head, and her patient’s clothes are loose and thin, with the text:

[Liu Hulan, physically disabled, thank you brother for helping me. 】

Cheng Hao pressed his forehead and laughed low.

The rain outside the window got bigger and bigger, and the raindrops were swept by the wind and hit the edge of the window, making a fragmented whimper.

——

When Tang Mi woke up the next day, Cheng Hao was gone.

Sun Tezhu came in carrying a hot water bottle, and behind him was a young woman in a pink nurse's suit.

"Special Assistant Sun, why are you?"

She got up with difficulty.

The bed was not safe to sleep, and her head was heavy and her hands and feet were sore.

"Ms. Cheng has something to do. I went to the company early in the morning. I specifically asked me to tell you what you need, Miss Tang. You can also tell me." Special assistant Sun put the kettle on the ground and introduced, "This is Mr. Cheng. Special care for you."

This meant, Tang Mi understood.

Sure enough, for the next three days, Cheng Hao didn't even show his face during the whole process. On the contrary, the public opinion on the Internet was fermenting more and more fiercely. Both men and women did not come forward to clarify at the first time. In the entertainment industry, it can almost be regarded as a default. .

Cheng Hao does not have a Weibo, nor is he a serious public figure. The fans and girlfriends have nowhere to say, they swarmed into Qin Sisi's Weibo, from the face to the figure, from the education to the identity, and they were torn apart. Water rises.

Eat melon passers-by watching the show, but some passers-by couldn't see what happened right now, and some navy melees, and eventually fell over and were torn into genuine Qin fans.

Tang Mi watched the whole process. On the day he was discharged from the hospital, Sun Te helped drive to pick him up. She asked:

"Are you Mr. Cheng in a bad mood lately?"

Sun Tezhu was surprised, it's really not good—

No matter whether he is in a good mood or not, Cheng always has an ice face.

But he was always with Mr. Cheng all year round, and he could still perceive the subtle differences. Mr. Cheng is now a cold tyrannosaurus, and the marketing department's plan has been killed eight times in a row.

"Miss Tang knows the reason?"

"Probably know a little."

Tang Mi woke up the next day and found two unread messages when he picked up the phone, especially Xue Qixuan's "spare tire theory"-this was a minefield for Cheng Hao.

She kind of wanted to blow Xue Qixuan's dog head.

"In this way, I would like to ask Special Assistant Sun for a favor."

"Miss Tang, you say."

"Next Monday, our crew will gather for a meal. You will help me lead Mr. Cheng over quietly, don't mention my name."

"this…"

"I will help you coax him well."

"No problem, Miss Tang."

The two exchanged mobile phones.

Monday, it will be here soon.