Dressed As the President’s First Love

In the thick darkness, the whole world seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them.

Tang Mi passively accepted Cheng Hao's kiss.

In the past, they kissed countless times, by the lakeside of the campus, under the trees in front of the flowers, in front of the dormitory building, but not once, there was such a stormy sea.

He Haozheng is usually gentle and restrained, always cautious when kissing her, as if she was a beautiful colored glaze.

But Cheng Hao was more like a cruel predator. He bit her lips quickly and steadily like a falcon, prying her teeth away, engulfing her in a violent storm, and attacking her overwhelmingly.

Behind him was a hot palm, and his bare back was completely under his palm. Tang Mi couldn't help but shrank.

She backed away, but she was hugged tighter and tighter.

With her lips and teeth intertwined, her breathing became more rapid, and the thin fabric made a rustling sound, ambiguous and eager, Tang Mi felt something like hot iron against her.

"you……"

"Do not talk."

Cheng Hao's tongue curled her up, her voice was dumb, and even the tears on the corners of her eyes were dyed with desire.

His thin and powerful arms lifted her up, forcing her to tilt her head up, and her thin lips rained down on her neck, all the way down to her collarbone.

His offensive became soft again at the collarbone.

Tang Mi was trembling when he kissed him, in a trance, as if she had returned to that hot summer. On the small and thin hardboard bed in the dormitory, teenagers and girls were exploring each other's bodies jerkily.

Knowing that he yelled next to him again and again, even the sweat was boiling hot.

"Azheng..."

She opened her eyes, a little light from outside the window leaked in, and fell on Cheng Hao's knife-cut handsome face, with very long eyelashes, restraining the beautiful glass spheres.

Cheng Hao also opened his eyes.

In the darkness, the two looked at each other.

It seemed that something burst out suddenly.

Cheng Hao grabbed her, Tang Mi lifted the skirt, and the two quickly passed through the kissing crowd and staggered out of the dance floor. The waiter looked at them strangely.

But they can't take care of it anymore.

Cheng Hao took out the room card, the two entered the elevator, and kissed again.

Like two thirsty kissing fishes, passionate and unscrupulous.

The shining ceiling of the elevator reflected people's shadows.

The woman's temples were scattered and she was weakly kissed by the man on the rail of the elevator, her green fingers gripped the man's collar tightly, trembling like a reed swaying in the wind.

Someone came in and then immediately backed out.

The elevator went all the way up and went directly to the top floor.

1601, Presidential Suite.

Cheng Hao directly swiped his card to enter the door, and the door closed with a "bang", and the sound of the door closing sounded far away.

The two were sticky and greasy. They walked and kissed, stepped on the thick Persian carpet, and rolled into the snow-white bed.

The two quickly rolled together.

Cheng Hao only felt that the wine he had drunk earlier burned from his stomach to his brain. It burned him into a drowsy monarch. He knew that there was a man-eating poppy under him, so he couldn't care about it.

One of Tang Mi’s shoes hadn’t been taken off for a long time. The shoes were still hanging softly on the edge of the bed. The hem of the skirt was rolled up to his thighs, revealing surprisingly beautiful legs. Her peach eyes were soaked in water. Soft and charming, like a lovely Persian cat.

"You... didn't wear underwear."

Cheng Hao told the facts he discovered just now.

The star at the corner of Don Mi’s eye was twinkling:

"With chest stickers, stupid."

How can such a skirt wear a corset.

She looked delicate and quiet, seemingly familiar.

Cheng Hao seemed to hear the girl muttering in his ear: "Azheng, you are so stupid, you can't find it."

The fire suddenly started a prairie fire.

Cheng Hao forced her to turn over, under the thin shoulder straps, the beautiful Butterfly Valley, and the concave waistline. He had long known what a unique body this woman had.

"Tear and pull—"

The thin shoulder straps are not torn.

"Hey don't tear it..."

Half of Tang Mi's loss of sanity was brought back by the tearing sound of the renminbi.

She turned her head and stopped with tears in her eyes. Before she finished speaking, Cheng Hao grabbed her chin again and bit her like a whale.

"Pop," the bedside lamp went out.

The moonlight is like water, and it is caged like smoke at the head of the bed, and the undulating images of people are playing an eternal night song.

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When Tang Mi woke up the next day, there was no one in the bed.

The sheets were changed sometime, and a new tuft of silk nightgowns were on her body, which was refreshing and refreshing.

Cheng Hao is not there.

As soon as she lifted the quilt off the ground, her legs felt weak. Yesterday, I don't know how long it lasted. Cheng Hao was anxiously like a hairy young man. The first time it ended hurriedly, but the second time he didn't want to stop.

She has time to look around.

Tang Mi remembered that they came to the top floor, and the eighth floor was up tonight, and it was never open to ordinary people.

The whole room presents a romantic Mediterranean style. The bed that I rolled over yesterday is about half the size of her master bedroom. It won’t be crowded by a dozen people lying horizontally.

No wonder it felt so hearty yesterday.

Tang Mi rubbed her waist, walked to the window, and drew the curtains abruptly.

The sun sprinkled in all of a sudden, huge French windows, white gauze dancing, a row of rotating sofa chairs on the right, a chessboard room on the left, surrounded by a leisure bar, and various foreign wines on the bar.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is the balcony, with two Mediterranean-style lounge chairs lying flat, and a small coffee table in the middle of the lounge chairs.

She gently opened the balcony door.

The strong smell of smoke indicates that the smoker hasn't left for too long, and there are more than a dozen cigarette butts in the ashtray on the coffee table.

Tang Mi smiled and walked in again.

Not long after coming out of the shower, there was a knock on the door outside the door.

Don Mi put on her bathrobe and kicked to open the door.

Outside the door, Sun Te’s assistant was full of things, and there were two bodyguards standing on the left and right outside the door, very familiar.

"Miss Tang."

Sun Tezhu raised his head and took a look, then immediately lowered his head, secretly cursing Mr. Cheng for being wicked and letting himself face such a beautiful baby as a young man.

But one night, Miss Tang was like Xinhe that had been moisturized by rain, she became more and more charming, and at a glance, she felt that she would have to live a year less.

"Mr Cheng asked me to bring you something."

Don Mi stepped away:

"Please come in."

Sun Tezhu entered the door without raising his head, put a dozen pieces of paper bags on the sofa, and stood aside respectfully and read the book:

"Cheng said, you may need these."

A rough glance, CPB powder, Armani's lip glaze, dreamy loose powder, and even Helena's milk essence set, etc., and so on.

They are all brands that Tang Mi is used to, since he was in college.

At that time, she was very willing to spend money on her face. After spending it all, she could only obediently follow her boyfriend every day, waiting for him to check in and eat in the cafeteria together.

He Haozheng has always been frugal, so he doesn't understand it.

But Tang Mi never expected that he could still remember these details.

"Did he buy it all?"

Sun Tezhu nodded and shook his head, "Cheng has made a list for me to run."

Women are often moved by details.

Even though Tang Mi was embracing her thighs, she felt that those feelings that were buried in the soil and thought never to see the sun were showing signs of breaking through the ground.

It feels very, very bad.

"And this dress. When Mr. Cheng went to Shanda to see your audition last time, he saw that you liked Miss Qin's dress very much, so he specifically asked me to buy one that was exactly the same."

"……Yes?"

Tang Mi touched the pure white lace dress, Valentino's new model last month, her mouth curled up, "He went to Shanda last time, did he come to see me audition?"

Sun Te assisted the glasses:

"Mr Cheng is usually very busy."

The implication is that nothing will stray around at all, let alone a holding company.

"In addition, Miss Tang's bag fell in the box last night. I also brought it for you."

Tang Mi smiled and thanked her.

"Where is Cheng Hao?"

"Mr. Cheng said that after Miss Tang is dressed, she will go to the Rizhao Hall to find him, and he will be waiting for you there."

Rizhao Hall is a well-known western restaurant tonight, and it has been heavily reported in magazines.

"If Miss Tang has no other instructions, I will go down first."

Just as Sun Tezhu turned around and was about to leave, there was a burst of doubtful and nostalgic questions behind him:

"How is he... these years?"

You don't need to ask, you know who he is referring to.

"Not so good, Mr. Cheng misses Miss Tang very much."

When Sun Te helped close the door, she couldn't help but glance inward, Miss Tang stood beside the hall in a daze, her face was rare and serious, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

He closed the door gently.

Tang Mi stood there for a while before picking out the things from the paper bag.

Gathered together, these make-ups are almost piled up into hills, some of which are not sure of the color number, but each color is in, and the light lipstick can be connected in a circle.

——This is the most heartbreaking gift for a woman.

Tang Mi changed clothes, dried her hair, loosely tied it into a ball head, clipped the diamond clip, put on a simple light makeup, swept a light orange on the cheek, to ensure that the mirror is a pure vitality The girl stepped out at a brisk pace.

"Miss Tang."

The bodyguard kept up in time.

This is the first time for Tang Mi to enjoy this kind of service, and it feels a bit strange.

Under the leadership of the waiter, the group arrived at the Sunshine Hall on the 11th floor.

The Rizhao Hall is very large. I heard that it was designed by a well-known European designer. The gorgeous European-style Rococo style can be perceived from the floor-to-ceiling murals when you enter the door to the gorgeous crystal lamps.

Walking in this magnificent splendor, wearing a little shabby, I'm afraid they will feel that they don't match the surroundings.

The waiter led Tang Mi around a few pillars and arrived at the place.

Cheng Hao didn't choose the box, but chose the window instead.

"Miss Tang, Mr. Cheng is waiting for you there."

Tang Mi looked up and found that Cheng Hao was sitting quietly in the chair, under his head, with sharp eyes, as if he could see her soul at once.

She laughed subconsciously and walked over.

"Azheng," Tang Mi sits beside him like a light cat, "wait a long time."

"soon."

Cheng Hao looked at her, "I have waited for three days and three nights."

Is this going to... a war?

Cinderella will appear in her original form at twelve o'clock at midnight, and her magic time has passed.

No alcohol, no dance floor, no memories.

Everything spread out in this brilliant and overly sober sunshine.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a clear face and his female companion came over to say hello:

"Cheng, what a coincidence."

Cheng Hao also stood up and shook hands with others: "Mr He."

The two were obviously business partners. Tang Mi listened with a smile, trying to act as a well-behaved audience.

The man glanced at her several times, staring at Tang Mi's slender neck and delicate face, and when he was about to turn around, he suddenly asked:

"Mr. Cheng, this lady, I wonder if you are willing to cut love?"

Obviously he thought that Tang Mi was just like the female companion beside him, she was a fisherwoman.

Tang Mi's smiling face was full, and the corners of her lips were curved.

With her looks like this, she has encountered many situations along the way.

But what she is curious about now is whether Cheng Hao will demolish the other party's company in a rage like the boss in the book.

"Ms. He, Miss Tang is just a friend, forgive me for not being the master."

"……Oh my friend?"

Mr. He gave Cheng Hao a meaningful look, and when he left, he also stuffed Tang Mi's business card.

"Miss Tang, goodbye by destiny."

Tang Mi raised her hand, and she withdrew her smile as soon as she left.

"I thought you would be angry, anyhow we were still..."

She pursed her lips, showing just a hint of shame.

Cheng Hao leaned back.

The waiter pushed the table over and set the plate in the same way.

Cheng Hao looked ordinary, without a trace of indignation on his face: "Tang Mi, I walked step by step to this day, and the humiliation and anger I have encountered are far more than you think."

"But yesterday, you were still with Lin Zhibin..."

Tang Mi felt that using "jealous" was a bit too much, and it could be used by the side, but felt that it was not right.

"It is difficult for Lin Zhibin to become a master, not to mention the serious internal consumption of Donghuang Entertainment, which is not to be feared."

"What about Mr. Ho?"

Cheng Hao glanced at her: "Do you really want me to be angry?"

"About...a little bit."

Tang Mi honestly admitted that a woman's vanity will always be reflected in many small things.

"Eat this."

Cheng Hao didn't continue the question, he took a box of medicine from the bag, "I asked the doctor, this...the side effects are more serious, so I can't help you."

I didn't expect to wear a condom last night, so it should be.

Tang Mi would not be like those little girls, but felt that Cheng Hao had considered it very well, picked up the water glass on the table, and took the contraceptive pill with water.

"So now, tell me next, what do you want?"

Tang Mi understands that today's show meat is here.

Cheng Hao really couldn't forget her, but he followed her bait and bit the hook. He was sober now, and he regretted it again.

Rich people all like to play the set of spending money to buy spring.

Something that was still budding just now fell silent for an instant with this cognition.

The smile becomes more charming:

"Cheng, can it be anything?"

Cheng Hao looked at her, Tang Mi's eyes were so dark that Tang Mi couldn't see clearly, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "As long as I can afford it."