Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Joey stayed in Mo palace three times. This is the first time that they have breakfast together.

The black table, as like as two peas, the white flowers, the delicate flowers, the exquisite breakfast, the two times the same, the only difference is that the table across the more a person, a handsome and indifferent looking man.

The ancients said: beautiful and delicious. Joey thought this was limited to women, but now he feels that as long as it is stunning, there is no distinction between men and women.

When he is willing to respect her, talk with her on an equal footing, ask for her opinions, and approach her as an ordinary man, she dares to look at him boldly and look at him with the eyes of a woman looking at a man.

Probably provoked by her fiery eyes, Moxi Ling raised her eyes and didn't speak. There was exploration in her eyes. It seemed that she was asking why she looked at him?

"Metheline," said Joey, taking a sip of milk from his glass, "does anyone say you're handsome?"

The man's eyes were slightly cold: "this shouldn't be what you should pay attention to."

Joey didn't expect to hit a soft or hard nail when he opened his mouth, and then he said, "what should I pay attention to?"

"My heart." He answered very directly.

Joey blushed and drank another mouthful of milk. He was too anxious and coughed.

He is always so straightforward, obviously very ambiguous, but he speaks so seriously, which often embarrasses her to death.

He walked around the table and patted her on the back, as if to explain, "I didn't want to force you. I have enough patience with you."

Joey looked at him blankly, his eyes slipped onto his dark red lips, the lips were beautiful, full and soft, and the corners of his lips held a faint smile.

He slowly bowed his head, while she waited quietly, vaguely expecting.

He was halfway down and gently wiped the milk stains from the corners of her mouth with his thumb.

Joey can't laugh or cry. Now he has become as polite as a gentleman, with appropriate progress and proper behavior, but she would rather that he is as domineering as before at some time to let her feel his enthusiasm. He was suffering, and she... Didn't really like it.

When he came back and sat down opposite, Joey asked, "are you still in Mohs today?"

"Yes, I'm trying to face the public."

"Why?" Joey asked, "isn't it good to go deep and simplify as before?"

The man looked at her quietly: "don't you like my appearance?"

Joey doesn't know how to answer. Mexiling always stays at home, partly because of his character, and the other half may be for safety. It's always been like this. Why change now?

She was worried about his safety, but she couldn't say.

He then said, "because I'm afraid of women peeping at me, just as I don't like your filming and I'm afraid of other men peeping at you?"

Joey's heart moved. It turned out that he didn't like her filming for this reason. He thought it was because of the face of the Mohist school.

She hesitated and said, "after shooting this one, I won't shoot it in the future."

The man shook his head: "if you like it, you don't need to give up your interest for me."

Joey didn't speak any more. In fact, most of her interest was forced out by Han Xi. Her real purpose in filming was to make her famous and become a public figure, so that moxiling didn't have so easy to control her. But now, she doesn't think she needs it.

After breakfast, mexiling sent Joey to school. Joey saw the two beauties at the door. They didn't look surprised. I think mexiling came uninvited before. Because they didn't drive, the hotel arranged a car to take them away.

The two sat in the back row with a little distance between them. Joey didn't know what was wrong with herself. She was uncomfortable when moxiling was bullying her. Now moxiling has become a gentleman, and she is even more uncomfortable all over. He secretly despised himself.

The streets in the early morning are very busy. Those who go to school, go to work, go to kindergarten, set up stalls and do morning exercises all join the vast flow of people, as if they were a force of vitality heading for the battlefield against the rising sun.

It rained for two days. Today, it turned sunny. The sky was blue, the clouds were white, the trees were green and the flowers were red. The whole world seemed washed. It was clean and refreshing.

Joey couldn't help stretching and sat up straight. Yu guangpiao saw moxiling leaning on the back of the chair. Instead of looking out of the window like her, she looked straight ahead.

"Moxiling," she called him. The man seemed to shake a little and turned his head, "huh?"

His voice was low, but his ending was slightly raised, as if sweet hot chocolate sauce slipped down his throat, thick and addictive.

Joey was a little dull in an instant. The man looked at her in surprise and asked, "huh?"

The second, um, called Joey's soul back again. She was not voice controlled, but she especially liked his pronunciation. She was warm, spoiled and charming. She wanted to be charming. He was not allowed to talk to others like this in the future, but she bit her lip and couldn't say it.

"I mean, don't forget to give me another copy of our Yimei contract."

The man looked at her seriously: "why don't you see me when you get to the company?"

Joey dropped her eyes. Can she say she's shy? He has always taken the initiative. Now he wants her to take the initiative. It seems that he is not used to it.

Mexiling sighed softly, "it doesn't matter. I'll wait."

Joey knew he had misunderstood and looked up to explain. She didn't know where to start. She said she actually liked him... No, she couldn't say it.

The car stopped slowly by the side of the road. Joey looked out of the window and had reached the school.

"Mexiling, I'll go."

"OK."

Joey couldn't find an excuse to stay one more second, so he had to push the door open and go down.

"Yi Yi," said mexiling, holding out a golden card, "if the filming is too late, go back to the Mo palace to sleep. You can also ask them to send a car to pick up and punch in the phone in advance. "

Joy smiled, took it over and held it in his palm. "OK."

Although she has always been independent, she likes the feeling of being taken care of. Plus this one, mexiling gave her three cards, a credit card, a Mohs card and a Mogong card, all representing the supreme power and mexiling's heart. He gave her the best.

Until Joey's figure disappeared in sight, moxiling's face sank and told the driver, "go to Mohs."

The driver didn't know who was sitting in the back? However, he was impetuous and had a gold card representing the highest authority. I guess even if he was not the master of Mohism, he was also related to him. So I respectfully answered yes.

Mo Qingze took a cup of coffee and stood in front of the window. He saw a black car parked at the door. The driver in uniform came down to drive. Although the people inside didn't come out, it must be mo Xiling. He took another sip, put down his cup and hurried out.

He went from his office to mexiling's office. It was about the same time as mexiling went upstairs. They entered the door one before another.

Mexiling's first sentence was: "has Yi's bag been picked up?"

"It's back. It's on your desk."

"If the contract is broken, get another one."

"No, there's no water in the bag. The contract is OK."

Mexiling went to his desk and turned over the official documents on the desk: "where are the people?"

"Ah Yu took it back."

"He's so unstable. Why didn't he find out in advance?"

"It was my negligence."

"Fortunately, Yiyi saw it this time. If another person was changed, it would be difficult to avoid an accident."

"He himself knows that taking Yi is to kill her."

"I have said many times that no killing is allowed, or we will be severely punished."

Mo Qingze lowered his head: "it's my responsibility."

Mexiling sat down, knocked his finger on the table, and stood up again, "I'll go back."

Mo Qingze wanted to stop talking, but he still asked him, "Xiling, are you a little unstable?"

Mexiling's cold eyes cast on his face, "do you doubt me?"

"No," Mo Qingze lowered his head. "I'm just asking."

Moxi Ling Leng snorted, strode out of the door and said coldly, "don't worry, this is a very normal reaction."

Normal? Mo Qingze sighed, which clearly means Jiao dryness and restlessness.

Mexiling drove back to the castle. As soon as he entered the hall, he asked mozino, "where are the people?"

"Yu took him to the back mountain."

Mexiling came out again, jumped onto the roof, stepped on the tall trees around the house and flew back.

Mosiyu came out of the kitchen. "Is Xiling back? I just seemed to hear his voice. "

Mozino held his arm and smiled: "yes, he's back, but he doesn't look very good. That guy is going to be unlucky."

Mosiyu said, "let him go. I won't kill him anyway."

"That's not necessarily. Have you heard the allusion that one anger is a beauty?" Mozi Nuo talked confidently: "in ancient times, Wu Sangui was angry for Chen Yuanyuan and let Tartars enter the customs to complete the thirteen emperors of the Manchu Qing Dynasty. Now Xiling treats Joey more than Wu Sangui did to Chen Yuanyuan. There's nothing you can't do. "

Mosiyu said anxiously, "then you don't go quickly. Yu is a diehard loyalty and won't stop him."

Mozino stood up and seemed helpless: "OK, I'll go, but I'll make crayfish for me at the weekend."

Mosiyu said angrily, "I know to eat. Go quickly."

Mozino turned over, jumped out of the window, jumped up a big tree and swept towards the back mountain.

When he arrived, moxiling had begun, and the man's voice of ghost crying and wolf howling came out of the dungeon.

Mozi Nuo looked at Mozi Yu standing on the wall like a wooden stake, smiled and said, "you don't persuade me, don't really kill me!"

"Xiling is willing, I won't stop."

"Siyu is really right. You are a loyal man."

"He dares to think about Xiling women. He should have died."

"But he is our people."

"A lowly servant."

"Xiling said that the same kind is not allowed to kill, and he can't make an exception himself."

Mozi Yu was silent for a while and said, "if you want to go in, I won't stop you. It's estimated that his neck has been broken by this time."

Mozino shook, opened the door, went in, stood in the corridor, and the scream became more and more clear to his ears.