Dressed As the President’s First Love

"Okay, you go, I'm not in a hurry here."

As Tang Mi was talking, Tony flattened her head, "Don't be swayed, don't blame me if you draw it for a while."

She still has thin and curved eyebrows. The first set of D’s family is a flower bud dress with the theme of rose flowers. It requires a lively and shy girlish look. Thin eyebrows are not suitable. Tony took a brush and dipped a little eyebrow cream, and asked as he painted:

"Hey, honey, who is Miao Miao?"

"Miao Miao... Miao Miao is my daughter."

Dumb winked her eyes narrowly, "Extremely cute."

Tony actually believed it. He stayed for a while, his voice raised, and asked incredulously:

"You **** cheated on marriage?"

"Only this point of consciousness?"

Dumb shook his head uncomfortably, until he poured water on tony, and said, "I recognize it, people are small. I'll see you next time."

He watched Tang Mi not speaking, and asked her:

"Still the same, a pink pecs?"

Tang Mi nodded: "En."

"I said, you are the main sponsor anyway, and you never go to see her. Instead, I ran errands and went twice in three days..."

Tang Mi didn't say a word.

She didn't want to go. Seeing too much is easy to develop feelings, which is not good.

"Anyway, you have to go back once a month."

"That's different-Miao Miao asked me last time," Dui pinched his nose and learned, "When will I see her long-legged aunt?"

Tang Mi didn't have any expressions.

Whenever talking about Miao Miao, this person is always faint. For fear that people will ask more, Ah Dui sighed secretly: "Tang Tang, it's been so long in the past..."

Tony heard it in the mist.

He knows a little about Ah Du's background. The two met at nightclubs by appointment. In the circle, this is not uncommon, just take precautions. Later, I made an appointment, and somehow they became a couple after they gave birth to feelings.

Dui was abandoned since he was a child, and has no father or mother. Every month, he goes to the orphanage to visit his dean's mother. In that case, Miaomiao should also belong to the orphanage.

"Tony, steven is urging, when are you ready?"

The staff member with the blue card hanging on his chest pushed in. Tony took the curling iron to roll the last lock of hair and looked in the mirror: "How?"

The young girl in the mirror swept away the short-lived loneliness, and was smiling at him.

The vitality blush, the eyelashes are brushed clearly, the cat's eyes are slightly squinted, the pupils are shining, and the skin is like snow. Tony clutched his chest and exaggerated "Wow": "Little Tangtang, stop! Stop! Otherwise, I." I'm sorry, dumb!"

Dumb gave him a hairy chestnut.

Tang Mi looked at herself in the mirror intently.

Tony dyed one of her black long straights into golden maroon with a disposable bleaching agent, rolled it into a small roll and tied it on top of her head. At first glance, it looked a bit like...a chipmunk.

"Qute!"

Even Dumb couldn't help but want to squeeze, but Tony blocked him, "Go, go, if you spend makeup, you have to fix it!"

Tang Mi curled his mouth, and the person in the mirror curled his mouth.

Such a vigorous self is really deceptive.

I went to the dressing room to change the skirt. The heating was turned on in the room, but it was not cold. It was just that the xs size of the flower bud skirt was not long enough. I changed to M size and the waist was too thick. The assistant designer used a large row of pins to transform this skirt. Well, she looked at Tang Mi's long straight legs and slim waist, shaking her head and sighing:

"Sister Tang, your figure... a few centimeters taller, you can be a supermodel."

Don Mi laughed:

"Farewell, continue to be high, there should be no one to play with me."

In the current entertainment industry, scan it, and there are less than one-fifth of the actors who can play with her.

"It seems that Sister Tang really loves the showbiz."

……Love?

Recently, there have been a lot of people. When she said this word in her ear, Tang Mi was in a daze, and she went out carrying her skirt. Li Rong hurried over and put a big cashmere shawl on her: "I'll be taking pictures in the garden. , You bear it for a while."

Tang Mi quietly lifted the hem of her skirt, letting her look at the many warm stickers on her legs: "An la."

Unexpectedly, the cold air rushed over, and Tang Mi was shivering, and Li Rong was stuffed into a warm cup in his arms:

"Hey, your family's Chief Cheng sent it to you, saying that you didn't have lunch, and it contained the lily lotus soup from the Yueji Hall. You should cover your hands first, and then eat it after it gets warmer."

Don Mi smiled suddenly.

In this deep and shallow pink rose, this smile illuminates the whole garden like winter sunshine.

The photographer, who had already set up the equipment, couldn't help but pick up the dv on his chest, and clicked the shutter, his expression frenzied.

"Steven, what do you think of the model in this issue?"

A Chinese photographer with a yellow skin and a white heart couldn't help nodding his head. In this short meeting, he got countless new inspirations and waved:

"Under notice, ready to start shooting."

Without a photographer, you would not love Tang Mi.

In the afternoon, steven was so excited that he was ecstasy. No matter how he wanted to feel, Tang Mi could deduce it only by looking in his eyes. With makeup and costumes, he was spooky, lively and sexy. He remembered a Chinese word: " Invincible."

At the end of work, the chief photographer of the D family came to meet with Tang Mi in person and gave her a kiss.

"Miss Tang, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."

He invited her to dinner.

"I'm sorry, my fiance is waiting for me."

Tang Mi smiled and refused. The photographer retreated gracefully, and gave her a rose flower by offering a flower to the Buddha, "I look forward to seeing Miss Tang tomorrow."

In the evening, the lotus seed soup was already cold.

Cheng Hao hasn't come yet.

Dui waved goodbye to her, and walked out with Tony on her shoulders. Tang Mi stood for a while, and Li Rong walked to her, sighing with emotion:

"North City is so small."

Even Dumb found her boyfriend.

"It's not big."

"Let's go, take my car later, or will Mr. Cheng come to pick you up?"

The sky was burning and the clouds were burning. Tang Mi looked around, got into Li Rong's car and made a call with her mobile phone.

Cheng Hao was sitting in the Cheng's old house, tasting the desserts for tomorrow night's proposal banquet. Sun Tezhu held the phone to his ear and opened his mouth to signal: Miss Tang.

"Hello, Tangtang?"

Jiang Xinwei, who was dragged by him to sit with him, shivered: Is it really... numb.

"Azheng, I'm taking Rongrong's car home."

Cheng Hao stuffed a spoon into his mouth, shook his head, and Zhang Ma quickly took the plate away.

"Have you eaten lotus soup?"

"ate."

Li Rong glanced at Tang Mi in the rearview mirror, then lied.

Mother Zhang brought another small plate, this time it was a Chinese-style matcha ball, sprinkled with white sesame seeds, and it looked good.

Cheng Hao dug a small spoonful and nodded. Sun Tezhu took a note next to him. In the notebook, there were already a few pages of paper densely written down.

Tang Mi reminded him over there:

"Remember to come to my house for dinner tonight."

"……Oh."

Cheng Hao has a headache right now when he hears of eating. He has filled his stomach all afternoon. He is now resisting eating in his throat, and he has to pretend to be nonchalant: "Okay."

"Then I am waiting for you at home?"

"Yep."

Cheng Hao hung up the phone, grabbed Jiang Xinwei, and dragged him to the second floor like a pig. "Look at your big belly. If you don't exercise, let alone Li Rong, all those little Internet celebrities who spend money should do it. I look down on it."

"No--"

Jiang Xinwei suddenly felt a sense of crisis in his middle age.

When Tang Mi returned to her own small jump layer, she was immediately relieved.

The jacket slipped on the sofa, and he went to the kitchen on tiptoe, grabbed a piece of meat, and was driven out by Mother Tang:

"Go go! Make a mess."

"Where is Rongrong?"

"Rongrong has something, she..." Tang Mi smiled badly, "It's a date."

Actually, it's an appointment.

"Mom, I'll go up and change my clothes."

The Rose Garden looks beautiful, but if you really want to take pictures inside, people suffer a lot.

It rained just a few days ago and the ground was muddy. The mud under my feet was deep and shallow, and there were mud points when I picked them out. I had to kick a smile on the side, and the shape was concave. One, the person is tired, and the face is tired with a smile.

"become."

Tang Mi took a shower, took off her makeup, but she was not willing to wash her hair. The stage makeup was not the same as the daily makeup. The lens used makeup, which was a bit thicker than usual. She thought about Cheng Hao's coming, but she went on it. A thin layer of foundation, while applying lipstick, I found a letter pressed on the dressing table.

Mother Tang’s voice was ringing downstairs:

"Kitten, you believe I helped you put it in the house!"

Tang Mi's fingertips stroked the thin yellow envelope. On the red horizontal line, Tang Mi's two words "Don't" crookedly on it. The font was immature, but it could be seen that the other party was serious in his strokes.

She opened the drawer and carefully cut open the envelope with a brow knife. There were two pieces of paper inside, which were folded into square tofu cubes.

Tang Mi turned the lamp up a bit.

"Hello Aunt Tang:

Miao Miao has grown up again, sui, xian is here, but I have written xin by myself, Yuan Changshuo, Miao Miao will have a big ban next year, Miao Miao can still paint.

deng When Miao Miao writes xin next year, Miao Miao ken will definitely have more geng and more words, and will say a lot of hua to Aunt Tang.

Aunt Tang, tomorrow is Miao Miao’s Sheng Day. Miao Miao zhunbei has a ge. Will Aunt Tang Hui come? "

A picture was posted at the end of the letter. The black-haired woman was holding the hand of the little girl and playing in the garden.

Tang Mi didn't expect that the only moment she appeared would be remembered so deeply by Miao Miao, and she could still draw it now.

The last paragraph is a sentence that is obviously different from the childish brushwork:

"Miss Tang, Miao Miao wants to invite you to her birthday party. I also attach a current photo of Miao Miao.

Sincerely, thanks. "

Tang Mi folded the letter paper as it was, and pulled out a photo from the bottom.

A five- or six-year-old girl with two pigtails, her hands behind her back, stood in front of the tree in the orphanage, smiling like a flower.

"Huh-whose kid is this?"

Mother Tang came up and asked to eat, but she only saw her daughter staring at a photo. She glanced at her, "Little cat, don't tell me, she looks a lot like you when you were a kid. They have big eyes and white skin, that's— -Pity."

The child is a hare lips.

Tang Mi stuffed the photo back:

"A friend **** a girl."

"Okay, clean up, Haohao is here."

Mother Tang patted her, turned her head and went out.

Tang Mi stuffed the letter paper back into the envelope and put it away as it was, took the yellow paper letter to the head of the bed, leaned over and took out a tin box from the bed, opened the box, and contained seven or eight of the same letter.

When Miao Miao didn’t know how to write, she just used pinyin or drawing to speak to her. The children’s words were always silly and stupid. It was not a trivial matter like digging earthworms, or they found a secret base in the garden...

Tang Mi closed the tin box.

The phone at the table rang, and Dumb came over with a song:

"Miao Miao said it was sung for Aunt Tang alone."

Miao Miao, the abandoned baby she found at the entrance of the hospital on the day she lost her child.