Devil President, Don't Bite Me

If Joey can't go back to school, he can only go back to the Mo palace with mexiling.

This time, he didn't ask her which room she lived in, but directly took her to the bedroom where she lived last time, "take a bath, go to bed quickly, and get up early tomorrow."

Joey stretched out, smiled and said, "if only I could sleep until I wake up naturally every day."

The man also smiled: "wait until you finish reading."

Joey said, "that's not good. You have to work after reading. What do you eat if you don't earn money?"

"I raise you."

The simple three words come out of a man's mouth naturally.

Her heart was in full bloom. The corners of her eyes and eyebrows were full of smiles. She was embarrassed to push him out: "who wants you to raise it? I don't rely on men because I have hands and feet."

Mexiling was pushed out of the door, turned around, hugged her and kissed her forehead: "good night."

Joey watched him go straight through the next room, gently close the door, lean against the door and breathe a long sigh.

It's different. We used to be uncomfortable together. We always wanted to separate quickly so that we could breathe. But now, I think time passes too fast and I have to separate before I stay enough.

When she opened the wardrobe, it was full of her new clothes. It must be in the wardrobe over there. He always thinks about such small things in detail.

There are also complete sets of toiletries in the bathroom, as well as makeup remover oil, cosmetics and things used by women.

Joey took a comfortable bath, warmed up, put on his pajamas with short sleeved trousers, stood in front of the mirror and took a look. Suddenly, he thought of something, and ran to change another nightdress and two wide shoulder straps. The front is a straight collar, exposing the collarbone, and the back is slightly lower, exposing less than half of his back.

She took another photo, the more she took, the redder her face became. She hesitated for a while. Finally, she didn't change her clothes and went to bed.

Joey touched his hot face and whispered in his heart: Joey, you are really in love with a man who doesn't know what it is. If he also likes you, is willing to treat you seriously and respect you, then obey his heart and follow him. No matter what happens in the future, and no matter what happens, love him well!

She said that she was a little moved and put her hand on her chest. She couldn't calm down for a long time.

In fact, she is a pragmatic person. She never considers illusory things. Others fantasize about a prince riding a white horse on the 17th and 18th. Only she wants to find a honest and pure man who can live. You don't need to be rich, you don't need to be handsome, you don't need to be able to talk, and you don't need to call the wind and rain outside. You just need a man who will hurt her, cook, and let her wake up naturally.

Now, mexiling appears. She is handsome, golden, mysterious and hurts her. She will wake up naturally until she sleeps, but she can't cook.

But for her, it's enough!

Maybe she was so excited that she couldn't sleep, but she heard a noise from the door.

She's not nervous at all, because it won't be anyone else.

Mexiling seemed to be addicted to his room in the middle of the night. He told her to go to bed earlier, and ran over again.

The door opened and closed. The man walked gently to the bed and looked down at her.

It was so dark in the room that Joey couldn't stand his staring at her, so he turned over and looked at the window.

After a while, she felt that the next bed collapsed and the man lay on it. He stroked her smooth back. It was very light, not cold, but only a slight itch.

Then he began to kiss her, very restrained, lingered in that small area, and his cool lips contained a warm tongue, brushing past and back bit by bit.

Joey felt his saliva all over his back. He suddenly thought of the value of his saliva and felt a little pity. I don't know how many scars can be cured by this licking method.

In fact, she was a little overwhelmed by his kiss. She had to find something else to distract her attention, so as not to be unable to control it and explain it completely.

Just when Joey thought he would kiss like this all the time, the man stopped, slipped out of bed, opened the door and went out.

Joey was disappointed, as if he didn't like to sleep next to her as before.

She turned over with her eyes open and stopped for a moment. The man didn't go. He stood at the door and looked at her quietly. Although the room was dark, they all saw each other's eyes.

"Are you awake?" He said.

Joey couldn't pretend anymore and sat up: "I want to go to the bathroom, you..."

"I'll see if your quilt is covered."

Joey Oh, he slipped his shoes, went to the bathroom, opened the water, washed his hands, and then came out. The man didn't go yet. He stood by the bed and waited for her to lie on the bed. He covered the quilt carefully before he turned and left. A small cool hand grabbed him: "moxiling, I'm afraid."

Afraid of having nightmares, afraid of not having him around.

The man only hesitated for a moment. He simply opened the quilt, lay beside her, hugged her in his arms, kissed the corners of her eyes, and whispered, "sleep."

Joey obediently closed his eyes, listened to his powerful heartbeat, and soon fell asleep. He had no dream all night and slept very well.

But as soon as he opened his eyes, the sun was shining, and a few strands had climbed to the bedside. Joey woke up after dozing off. He turned to take the mobile phone on the bedside table, but crashed into a pair of black and bright eyes.

The man looked at her for a moment, and then smiled, "morning."

It was the first time she woke up and he was still around. I was stunned for a moment, as if I didn't know what to do.

He kissed the tip of her nose: "don't you remember?"

When he spoke, there was no smell at all, but she closed her mouth for fear that an unpleasant smell might escape.

Seeing her eyes open and a little confused, he smiled again: "it's already ten o'clock, don't you think of it?"

Joey gave a cry, covered his mouth and said, "ten o'clock? Why didn't you call me earlier? I'm late. "

She covered her mouth in a muffled voice that sounded vague.

He took her hand away, kissed her lips, and put the tip of his tongue between his teeth.

He never kissed her, but in the morning, when she was most unprepared, he kissed her.

Joey purred twice, pushed him with his hand and carefully observed his expression. The man closed his eyes and his dark eyelashes trembled slightly. He didn't dislike it at all. Instead, he looked affectionate and intoxicated.

Joey's heart softened in an instant, loosened his teeth, let him drive in, and stirred his taste all over her mouth.

No matter what time he was, whether he was late or not, Joey's reason was gradually thrown out of the sky. Her hand reached out to the man's back and hugged him.

When they finished the romance, another half an hour later, moxiling stroked her arm: "don't go in the morning, accompany me."

"OK." Joey, a good student who never skipped class, answered obediently.

"Yi Yi," he called her, but he didn't speak for a long time.

She looked up at him. "What?"

"Do you accept me?" He asked very seriously.

Er... As soon as the blush on Joey's face subsided, he got up again, pursed his mouth and didn't speak for a long time.

"I see." The man's voice was very calm and could not hear any emotion. "It doesn't matter. I'll wait."

Joey knew he had misunderstood and wanted to explain, but he was a little speechless and secretly scolded himself for being hypocritical.

"Get up." The man sat up, and Joey quickly hugged him. She couldn't say it. It's always possible to express it with action.

Moxi Ling stopped there halfway up and looked at her in surprise: "don't you think of it? Still want to sleep? "

What Joey wants to express is a kind of intimacy and pettish. He doesn't want to separate from him, but mexiling will be wrong.

She had to sit up with a red face, put on her shoes and ran to the bathroom. When she washed out, mexiling was no longer in the room.

She usually speaks well, but somehow she just can't say those words.

She whispered in the mirror, "Meryl, I accept you. I'd like to be with you."

The more you say, the redder your face is, the less your voice is. Finally, stop talking, rub your hair and change your clothes in the wardrobe.

Although she got up late, under the compulsion of moxiling, she still had breakfast, and then followed the man to Mohs. As soon as she got out of the elevator, she met Mo Qingze. He was surprised to see Joey at this time, said hello and asked, "don't you have class today?"

Mexiling answered for her: "we got up late today."

Joey was embarrassed and pulled his clothes hard. Moxiling turned to her and said, "it doesn't matter. I'm alone."

No matter who you are, you can't say that, okay?

Mo Qingze said, "ah Yu handled the matter last night. Please rest assured."

"Well," merceling nodded and led Joey forward indifferently.

After entering the office, mexiling made two cups of tea and handed one to Joey. "There's a notebook over there. I'll play online."

Joey said, "don't you hire a secretary if you work here in the future?"

"Trouble."

"But you are a big boss. There are always some miscellaneous things that you can do by yourself, such as making tea and pouring water. If you have a secretary, you can let her do it. It is necessary to run errands and convey some things."

"Do you think I need a secretary?"

"There are several other big boss secretaries and assistants. You can get one anyway." While watching the news in his notebook, Joey described it to a man: "pick a good figure, convex forward and backward, beautiful, pleasing to the eye in the office, smart and capable, can stand alone, take it to the party, and can block a wine for you. The voice should be crisp and clean, not the kind of whiny..."

She croaked for a long time. She didn't hear the man's response. When she looked up, he looked at her gloomily and said nothing.

Joey was surprised. Moxiling hasn't faced her for a long time. This is

"You want to push me to another woman?" It sounds bad.

"No, of course not, how could I..." Joey smiled dryly: "why don't you hire a male secretary, tall and thin, handsome, gentle, smart and capable, who can stand alone and block a drink for you..."

The more she said, the less confidence she had, because the man's face was darker than before, and Joey consciously closed his mouth.