Devil President, Don't Bite Me

The light in the elevator was very bright, shining on the man's clear jade face. He looked at her with burning eyes, his lips gently pursed, and his Adam's apple slid up and down.

Joey immediately realized that he wanted to kiss her! But... He was suffering.

This discovery made her even more surprised. Didn't moxiling always do whatever she wanted to do to her? Why bear it?

A suspicious thin red rose on the man's face and said in a low voice, "Yi, don't look at me like this. I can't help it."

Uh... Joey woke up and opened her eyes wrongly. What did she think of him just now?

The elevator door slid open silently. The man took her hand and walked on the smooth floor. His steps were slow and steady, but hers were a little flustered. Stomping on his rhythm. He looked down at her and smiled, slowing down his steps.

White walls, light colored floors, light green glass and metal doors are clean and neat, just like the style of mexiling. But moving forward, Joey opened her eyes. God, there was a landscape garden in front, with small bridges, running water, pavilions and rockeries. It was beautiful under the glass cover.

Moxiling saw her stop and asked in a low voice, "do you like it?"

"How beautiful." Joey exclaimed, "can you go in and have a look?" She looked at the glass dome in the middle, where the light leaked down and covered all the flowers and plants.

"Yes," the man led her in. The stone path twists and turns and extends in all directions. On the left, there is an irregular pool. Several Jinli are swimming and playing. There are also several water lilies on the water. The round leaves of Jasper are in purple and blue flowers. Up the steps, the hemp colored stone slab arch bridge is small and exquisite, and each stone pier is engraved with exquisite patterns. Off the bridge, on the right is a pointed octagonal pavilion, with bright red columns and sapphire blue cornices, outlining tangled flowers with color paint. Further on, there are rockeries and strange stones. The gurgling water flows down the mountain and makes a pattering sound. There is probably an underground ditch under the rockery, which leads directly to the pool. In this cycle, the water will live, the fish will be happy, and the flowers in the water will grow beautiful.

Bypassing the flowers and plants, they went out from the other side and returned to the cold and luxurious office area.

In the deepest part of the corridor, mexiling pushed open two heavy doors, facing the wall full of display screens, and countless pictures were flashing, like a large monitoring room.

The man took her around from the side, and it suddenly opened up. The whole floor window, snow-white wall, snow-white carpet and black office furniture were clean, tidy and neat. At first glance, it was the style of mexiling.

He poured her a glass of water. "Please sit down."

Joey said thank you, took the cup and sat at the table. Up to now, she still doesn't understand what medicine is sold in the mozzarella gourd. Why does it suddenly seem like a different person?

"I asked you to come because," he sat down opposite and put his hands on the table, "Siyu wants to build a flower house. This is your specialty, so I want you to help design it."

Joey opened his mouth and looked silly: "is that what you called me?"

"Yes," he took a piece of paper and put it in front of her. "This is Siyu's request. Take a look. Work out the drawing budget as soon as possible and show it to me first."

Joey still opened his mouth and stared at him. Moxiling calmly changed his words: "of course, you decide this by yourself and do it if you like. I won't force you."

Joey looked down at the paper and asked for a simple size, zoning and lighting. There was nothing else.

She smiled. "OK, I'll do it."

The man looked at her for a while and said, "of course, you can put forward better opinions. You don't have to follow Siyu's meaning completely. You can turn it into your ideal flower house."

In fact, mosiyu only has some basic requirements. Joey can design the flower house according to her own wishes. She has painted a lot for people. It's the first time to do design. She feels a little nervous, but a flower house should not be difficult for her.

Joey folded the paper and carefully put it in his pocket. "I'll give the drawing to Siyu as soon as possible."

"Give it to me and I'll bring it to her." The man smiled and said, "I'll stay in the city during this time."

Joey pursed his mouth. "Meryl, actually, I have one thing to ask you."

The man's eyes lit up, but his voice was calm: "for me, you don't have to ask, just say."

Joey said that Amy wanted to be Siyang's breakfast purchasing point. After all, she was a little embarrassed to open the back door. She blushed and said, "of course, the prerequisite is to meet the requirements of the application. If you can't meet them, you don't have to force."

The man smiled, opened his notebook, knocked a few times, turned to her and said, "it's ready."

Joey thought he would explain it and let the people below do it. I didn't expect him to knock like this.

But as Mohr's top decision-maker, why does he still care about such small things?

She said, "why don't you let the people below do it? I'm sorry to trouble you. "

"I'll do everything about you myself."

Joey took a sip of the cup and drank the warm tea in her mouth. There was a faint sweetness that spread to her heart.

After talking about the matter, both of them didn't speak again. Compared with the cold and arrogant moxiling at ordinary times, now the gentle him seemed to make Joey more uncomfortable. She hesitated and said, "it's nothing. I'll go first."

The man nodded and asked, "have you eaten?"

Joey shook his head and said, "let's eat together?"

Joey was really hungry. She didn't eat breakfast. Now lunch time is almost over. Fortunately, her stomach didn't cry, otherwise she would be embarrassed again.

Mexiling led her to the next room. There was a black restaurant with a white tablecloth and a cluster of pale yellow daisies in a vase sprinkled with gold. It added a touch of warmth to the cold room.

Mexiling pulled a rope beside the wall. There was a small bell tied to the rope. The sound was very clear in the empty room.

Unexpectedly, it was mo Qingze who brought in the meal. He didn't speak. There was a faint smile in the bottom of his eyes. He nodded to Joey, put down his things and went out.

The food is also the usual standard of mexiling, with high-grade materials and delicious taste.

Joey asked curiously, "is there a cook here?"

"No, I bought it outside." He thought for a moment and said, "you can consider a special cook."

Joey didn't even think about it. He said, "then I can come here for dinner."

The man simply said, "if you like, I'll match one for you in the school canteen."

He looked serious, but Joey jumped in horror and waved his hand: "no, never."

She knew that mexiling had this ability, but she didn't want to be in the limelight and become the target of the public.

The man didn't insist. He pondered for a moment and nodded: "it's better to eat here."

When the meal was over and the tea was over, Joey had no excuse to stay. He picked up his bag and said, "then I'll go."

"It may rain. I'll see you off."

Joey did not object and obediently followed him downstairs. In fact, it was still early. She could stay for a while, but the man was too strange and the atmosphere was too strange. She is always restless, some anxious and some uneasy.

Downstairs, the sky was still gray, the clouds were very low, as if they could reach out and feel that it would rain soon, but the rain never fell.

Mexiling changed a Bentley moushan. Although it is a car, it can still see a full sense of power from the shape and lines. The interior is luxurious and luxurious, but compared with Hummer, the internal space is slightly narrow. As soon as Joey enters, she feels the warm smell of men. In fact, they are not close, and there are gears in the middle, but her heart is confused inexplicably.

He leaned over very gentlemanly to buckle her seat belt, and the warm breath sprayed on her face. Joey's heart beat rapidly and his face blushed as if it was going to burn, but he left soon and took away the heat that was about to explode.

There was a sudden explosion of thunder in the sky. It was so loud that she was caught off guard. She cried. In a moment, her cold fingers held her.

The man said in a low voice, "don't be afraid, I'm here."

Then there was a series of thunder, which made several parked cars on the street whine. Before Joey could recover, the man had put her head in his arms.

Joey blushed and struggled slightly. He said in a stuffy voice, "I'm not afraid."

The cold big hand hesitated and left her head. Joey sat up straight and lowered his head awkwardly.

But I heard the man say, "I'm glad you're not afraid. You're strong."

Joey said, "I'm not miss Jiao. There's nothing to be afraid of thunder."

The thunder didn't stop, and the rain poured down. It was like someone holding a huge basin, pouring water down one basin after another, splashing down. Everywhere was white, countless lights were on, and the horn sounded one after another, making it very noisy.

The glass is full of water, flowing down layer by layer, isolating the inside and outside of the car. Even the lamp is just a faint light, as if it is another world.

The car was very quiet, with four eyes looking at each other, and the air seemed to solidify. Joey licked her dry lips to ask the question that had been scratching her.

The man was the first to say, "Yi, I have something to say."

Joey's heart trembled. Do you want to say it? Is it about giving up her? Because you want to give up, so you're so polite to her?

The man's handsome face is very soft in the dark, but his expression is quite serious. His voice is low and clear: "Yi Yi, on the premise of equality and voluntariness, I hope to be your friend."

Joey couldn't tell what it was like. No doubt, he listened to what she said that day. He let her free, gave her equality and wanted to be her friend.

She was a little sad and relieved. Moxiling finally understood how to communicate with people.

But... She heard herself gently ask, "you set me free, don't you need me to be your woman again?"

"Of course not," the man's expression became more serious. "You are my woman, no doubt."