Dressed As the President’s First Love - Chapter 137

Paris, bar.

The black man with two dirty braids sat quietly on the edge of the stage, playing and singing.

“…AndI’vebeenthinkin’aboutyou,I’vebeenthinkin’aboutyou…”

Cheng Hao rubbed the goblet with his fingers, instead of drinking, he was taken aback.

“Chen, doesn’t your country have a saying?”

William put his shoulders on his shoulders, “What kind of grass–“

“There is no fragrant grass anywhere on the horizon.”

The splendid jazz music is still playing in the ears, just like the unique air of this ubiquitous Paris, this city seems to liberate people from imprisonment and release enthusiasm.

Cheng Hao shook his head:

“William, this is different.”

“Wow~”

William shrugged, disapproving, “justagirl.”

“Tang doesn’t love you, some people love you. Look–“

He pushed Cheng Hao to make him look out, “Girlsloveyou.”

In the bar, young girls have blushing cheeks and twinkling eyes,

“Theyallwanttomakelovetoyou.”

“Justtry—”

William’s deliberately lowered voice reminded Cheng Hao of the poisonous snake in the Garden of Eden.

He laughed, and the wine glass fell on the bar with a crisp sound.

“William, our country, there is still a beautiful poem.”

“What poem?”

In his early years, William lived with his father in China for a few years, and he was considered half a Chinese proficiency.

“It used to be difficult for the sea to be water.”

Cheng Hao sighed, “It means that I have seen the most beautiful ocean. Other rivers and lakes will no longer be visible.” They are not hers.

“Why? The rivers and lakes are very good and beautiful, not the same as the sea.”

The foreign devil William obviously couldn’t understand, “Chen meant that Tang was that…Canghai?”

Cheng Hao was silent.

“OK, OK, So…”

William couldn’t understand, “You love her, why do you want to break up with her?”

“Brother Cheng?”

At this moment, a familiar voice came in, “What’s your face?”

It’s really a joy to meet a compatriot in a foreign country—if this compatriot is not Jiang Xinwei who should stay at the headquarters.

Cheng Hao asked:

“Why did you come to Paris, too?”

“Don’t mention—”

Jiang Xinwei waved his hand, crawling his face full of frustration, sat down on the high chair next to him, and patted the bar: “BlackWidow.”

Black Widow?

Jiang Xinwei would order this wine when he was depressed. It hasn’t changed since he was a student, claiming to retaliate against the world.

Cheng Hao pointed to William: “William.”

Pointing at Jiang Xinwei: “Jiang Xinwei.”

This is even a brief introduction.

“Chen, someone is with you—”

William couldn’t wait to say goodbye to Cheng Hao, “See you tomorrow.”

After that, he hugged the blond and blue eyes who had just hooked up and left.

The stage has been changed to “Thegreatest” in the Blueberry Night. The bartender has adjusted the black widow and pushed it over. Jiang Xinwei took a sip, coughing as if choked by the spicy liquor.

There was only one bottom of the cocktail in Cheng Hao’s hand.

Drinking slightly, he rarely beats the beat in good spirits.

“Brother Cheng, don’t ask me why you are in a bad mood?”

Jiang Xinwei looked aggrieved.

Cheng Hao drank a little of the bottom of the cup, pushed it over, compared it with an “another” posture, and said:

“Because I am worse.”

See it.

Jiang Xinwei nodded.

While talking, the bartender had already pushed another glass of wine over, this time it was “Pinklady”, the pink lady.

Persuade him to want to open?

Cheng Hao smiled:

“I ran into Don Mi.”

Jiang Xinwei felt that Cheng Ge’s use of the word “touch” was shameless.

It turns out that after attending the celebration banquet in New York, you should return to the company non-stop. Who would have thought about it, and had to transfer to Paris to watch some fashion show——

He had known for a long time that Tang Mi was coming to Paris to participate in Fashion Week.

But because of this, Jiang Xinwei couldn’t understand it anymore.

The breakup was for Brother Cheng, and within a few days of the breakup, he ran to the blind date. He was more handsome than him. Although… Later, he fell ill, but he could eat and drink, so why did he go back now? NS?

“I also met Li Rong.”

Cheng Hao nodded. Alcohol slowed his brain. It took a long time to remember that Li Rong was Tang Mi’s agent.

“I’m looking for Tang Mi.”

“Fuck! Cheng Brother, don’t you!”

Jiang Xinwei was taken aback by his own conjecture, “Good horses don’t eat the grass, brother, don’t tell me, you are looking for Tang Mi, you are not looking back at the past, but you are going to turn your head and bite Tang Xiao’s grass…”

“It’s too late, I have already bitten.”

Jiang Xinwei was dumbfounded and murmured:

“No…”

Let’s point our face, brother.

Cheng Hao couldn’t drink “pinklady” at all, so the bartender opened the bottle of masseto and put it aside, and poured himself a glass, “I’m looking for Tang Mi to get back together.”

Jiang Xinwei: “…”

“It’s cheap, isn’t it?”

Jiang Xinwei shook his head honestly:

“kind of.”

More than a little bit, he can’t do it for him anyway.

In Cheng Hao’s icy glance, Jiang Xinwei shrank his neck unconvincingly, but insisted on taunting him:

“Whether someone whose surname is not Tang waved to you, you wagged your tail and went back. Last time you proposed to marry, you lost such a big face, and now people have not waved to you, you wagged your tail…”

“To shut up.”

Cheng Hao gritted his teeth and glared at him.

Jiang Xinwei drew a zipper on his mouth:

“OK, OK, shut up.”

The saddest person.

But where is he who is really free to live.

Especially when Cheng Hao finished two bottles of masseto, he graciously asked the bartender to open another bottle and filled him up personally:

“After that, do I have to call my sister-in-law again?”

“Tang Mi rejected me.”

The peak of the plot turns, so that Jiang Xinwei who has been in the bushes of thousands of flowers can only stare.

“She…rejects you?”

He glanced up and down, and finally his gaze fell on Cheng Hao’s crotch. Jiang Xinwei was particularly sensitive to this recently.

“what are you thinking?”

They were all men, and Jiang Xinwei’s little flowery intestines could be seen at a glance.

Cheng Hao coughed, his face flushed: “It’s not because of this.”

“Well, do you give me a five-to-one order? I listened to it, from the breakup…ah no