Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Joey carefully straightened the skirt before sitting down, so as not to wrinkle the expensive dress. She disliked the mask on her face, so she simply took it off and put it on the table to enjoy her delicious food quietly and calmly.

This is the food area in the corner of the dance floor. Occasionally, someone comes to get something to eat, but she never stops. In such a large space, only she sits quietly at the table and chews slowly.

Joey attended a furniture party held by the mysterious rich Mohist school.

Speaking of Mohism, it's a wonderful family. Even Joey, who doesn't hear anything outside the window and reads only the books of sages, knows that it's a rich family. It's said that the government borrowed money from Mohism when it ran into a fiscal deficit.

Mohist industries are diverse, including Wanxiang. Let's put it this way. Maybe you go out in the morning, the chain store on the roadside to buy breakfast is Mohist, it's Mohist to recruit a taxi on the street, the supermarket to buy vegetables after work is Mohist, the hotel to stay on business is Mohist, the department store to visit on weekends is Mohist, and even the overcrowded hospital is Mohist.

In this prosperous metropolis, the Mohist school is known to all!

However, the master of such a prominent family is low-key, and few people have seen him.

Some people say that the master of Mohism is a 60 year old man with white hair, white beard and deep experience. Some people say that the master of Mohism is a 40 year old middle-aged man, tall, handsome, mature and charming. Others say that the master of Mohism is disabled and sits in a wheelchair all day, so he is unwilling to appear in public.

The Mohist school is as mysterious as a legend in Jinling City, but it will hold a party and send out invitations.

No one knows why Mohism held such a dance, but everyone in Jinling is proud to get an invitation from Mohism.

It is reasonable to say that a rich family like Mohism should invite famous families, rich and powerful tycoons, but Mohism just doesn't play cards according to the routine. The exquisite invitation letter inlaid with broken diamonds can fall on the head of any civilian in Jinling City.

So Joey is honored to sit at a large wooden table carved with complex and exquisite patterns and enjoy delicious food.

Joey's family opened a small supermarket, which can be regarded as a small industry. For the ball, her parents clenched their teeth and spent a lot of money to order gorgeous dresses for her from abroad. I hope she can beat the crowd at the ball.

Because it was a mask dance party, the girls made articles on clothes, hoping to attract the attention of Mohist masters. But when she got here, Joey knew that there were mountains outside the mountain and people outside. Her dress was only very common at the ball, so she simply gave up and sat at the table to enjoy these delicious food. It's all good things she hasn't eaten. She just hates that the dress has no pockets, or she can pack some and take it back to her parents.

The purpose of everyone coming to the dance is nothing more than to see the master of Mohism, but all men wear face furniture and can't see their appearance. They can only guess by their clothes or temperament.

Joey saw a man in captain's clothes surrounded by seven or eight girls. Listening to the people who came to eat just now, the man is estimated to be the master of Mohism, which is in line with the rumors of the outside world. He is about 40 years old, tall, extraordinary, mature and charming.

Joey swept around carefully. He didn't see any old man with white hair and beard, nor a man in a wheelchair. It's true that only that man is in line with the rumor. But she was not interested. For her in her early twenties, 40 was an old man. Who knows what kind of face is under the furniture?