Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Anyway, the atmosphere is always a little awkward. Regardless of Han Xi's eyes, Joey ran to the kitchen to help, as if in this way, he could make up for his mistakes.

She could see that Du Beizheng was really angry just now, but he was well cultivated and restrained.

Du Beizheng was as gentle as usual. Joey always felt that he seemed silent.

When the food was on the table, Joey didn't stretch out his chopsticks. Han Xi shouted in surprise: "assistant Du, your food is so delicious. God, I didn't expect it. WOW! My tongue will swallow it together! "

Joey looked at her exaggerated appearance and wanted to laugh. She was ready to eat some food and cooperate with Han Xi. As a result, as soon as the food came into her mouth, it didn't need to be performed at all. It was a real expression. She couldn't believe it and opened her eyes. "Assistant Du, are you... From a family of chefs? God, it's delicious. "

Du Beizheng calmly accepted their praise and worship, with a smile: "eat more if you like."

Joey understood what he just said: do you eat the canteen every day? A slight tone of disapproval. It turned out that he really disliked the food in the canteen.

Han Xi has a little experience in cooking, and Joey is also interested. Around the knowledge of cooking, the three people have a good chat, and the atmosphere is getting better for a while.

As soon as the atmosphere was good, Han Xi became bolder and asked Du Beizheng, "assistant Du, you don't let people touch that drum. Is there a story?"

Joey kicked her under the table and thought she didn't open any pot.

Du Beizheng smiled gently, "there's no story, but it's from my family. It's a little old. I'm afraid others will break it, so I won't let anyone touch it."

"It's an antique. No wonder it's so precious." Han Xi said, "why don't you put it away? In case you accidentally fall out of the cabinet..."

"No, I don't usually have anyone here," Du Beizheng looked at the drum with a softer voice: "put it there. I can see it as soon as I come back every day."

Joy's heart moved. She thought it was her own illusion, but it was clear that Du Beizheng's eyes were full of tenderness when he looked at the drum.

Han Xi smiled and said, "it turns out that assistant Du is a family lover. With this drum, it's like seeing his family?"

"Yes, it's like my family." Du Beizheng lowered his eyes and ate with vegetables.

Joey then found that at the moment when he just lowered his eyes, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. It was so fast that she couldn't catch it. Was she wrong again?

She looked at Du Beizheng again. It was not that there was no story. It should be a story. He was unwilling to say it, and it must be a sad story.

Suddenly, she had another understanding of Du Beizheng. In the past, she thought he was like a family with good origins, cultured and polite. Later, she heard that his hometown was not rich, and felt that he achieved himself by hard work the day after tomorrow. But now, she felt that maybe those impressions were illusions. In fact, she couldn't see through him and didn't know him at all.

When she left, Joey had forgotten her original intention to come here. When she came to the door, Du Beizheng called her: "Yi, you forgot to take the book."

Joy Oh, stopped at the door. Du Beizheng came and put some books in her hand. His warm hand gently crossed her palm and the books fell.

Joy raised his eyelids and Du Beizheng smiled gently: "come to me again after reading the questions."

Joey thought that he should be unintentional and smiled: "thank you, Assistant Professor Du."

Downstairs, it was dark and the lights on the campus were dotted. Han Xi said, "it's getting dark earlier and earlier now."

Joey smiled, "it's eight o'clock. What else do you want?

Han Xi's mouth seemed to be supported by a small stick and kept grinning, "I didn't expect that assistant Du's food was so good. Fortunately, we didn't make a fool of ourselves, otherwise we would lose our hair."

Joey said faintly, "it's just your heart."

Han Xi's mouth didn't stop for a moment and his eyes lit up: "Du Beizheng, I'm going to take you even more. I'll marry you home in the future, open a small restaurant together, specialize in private dishes, book one day in advance, limit ten tables a day, rest on Saturday, and live a sweet life..."

Joey covered his mouth and said happily, "OK, marry home quickly and be the landlady. I'll go to your house every day. "

Han Xi glanced at her, "the Lord of your family who wants to have a meal and clean up the scene, can you go to my house every day?"

"He won't go, I'll go."

Han Xi glanced at her again. "So you have made a deal with him? Who will marry in the future? "

Joey held the book, half raised his head, looked at a bright cold star in the sky, and said slowly, "it doesn't matter whether he gets married or not. The important thing is to be with him."

"I can't," Han Xi said. "I've determined that he is the object of marriage. What if he is robbed?" Tone a meal, and some distress: "unfortunately, the eight characters haven't been skimmed yet. I set a deadline for myself and gave up before I got it before graduation. Two years is enough. "

Joey patted her on the shoulder: "come on, Xiao Xi, I'll look after you."

Han Xi nodded hard. "I will."

After walking for a while, Han Xi asked, "Yi Yi, I don't like Du Beizheng without your boyfriend. Will you like him?"

Joey was silent. There was no ifs in the world. If she didn't go to the ball, if she didn't go upstairs and meet mexiling, would she like Du Beizheng? Like a man who can hardly see his shortcomings?

Han Xi stopped and looked at her suspiciously: "you shouldn't..."

"No," Joey said calmly, "I won't like him."

"Why? What's wrong with him? "

"Just because everything is good, I don't think I deserve it."

Han Xi saw through: "nonsense!"

Joey looked down and smiled. She really wouldn't like it. When Du Beizheng just confessed, she thought about this problem. He was an excellent youth in everyone's eyes, which made people feel reliable and reassured. He was also the object of her ideal, but it didn't fit her eyes.

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Mexiling's office on the top floor of Mohs building.

Mo Qingze hesitated for a long time before finally opening his mouth: "Xiling, I have a better suggestion."

"Said," moxiling leaned against the back of the chair, his slender fingers banging on the table, looking a little lazy.

"Considering that there are too many people, you will be very hard, and the movement is too large, the time is too long, and it is easy to attract attention. If there is a medium that is easy to trigger them, who has a problem will be able to see it soon. In this way, you can avoid excessive mental abuse and shorten the time. What do you think?"

Mozi Yu stood in front of the window. At this time, he turned and looked over.

Moxi Ling looked at Mo Qingze very seriously: "is there such a thing?"

"Yes." Mo Qingze's voice was a little unstable.

Mexiling smiled, "you want to experiment with my woman, and it's a very dangerous experiment?"

"I'll make sure she's safe."

"Your promise?" Mexiling gave a "ha" sound, and the beating finger suddenly stopped: "my woman needs your guarantee?"

"Xiling, you know that this is the best way."

"Say no to me."

Mo Ziyu came over, "Xiling, it won't hurt her."

"It hurt me." Moxi Ling glanced coldly: "did you come up with the idea?"

Mo Qingze hurriedly said, "it's none of his business."

Mo Xiling still stared at Mo Ziyu. The latter looked calm: "it's me. You can punish me."

Mexiling was silent for a moment. "I won't punish you. Start now and go down."

Mo Qingze and Mo Ziyu looked at each other and didn't say a word. When Moxi Ling got up, they followed silently.

The party took the exclusive elevator down to the fifth floor of the basement. This is a floor unknown to outsiders. No one can get here except their people. There is a concrete ten meters away from the upper floor, which is sound, heat and water proof.

The four pillars stood silent. Coming out of the elevator, it was an open terrace. There were low houses around, iron doors, no windows, and several air vents on the roof.

Mexiling went to the light. There was a big chair, a purple velvet cushion and an arc-shaped back. He sat down and slightly raised his chin towards moqingze.

Hei Qingze stood still. Mozi Yu went to a small house on the left, opened the door, and a tall and thin man came out. He saluted Mozi Yu, walked to Mo Qingze, saluted again, and knelt in front of Mo Xiling. Respectfully and piously worship: "Lord."

Mexiling's voice was cold: "look up and talk."

The tall and thin man raised his head, "Lord, I am very stable and there is no abnormality. Please believe me."

Moxiling looked at him for a moment and nodded, "I believe you."

The tall, thin man crawled over and touched the tip of moxiling's foot with his head. Then he stood up and turned back to the cabin.

Mozi Yu opened the second small house again. Out of it came a woman who was very beautiful and plump. She also saluted Mozi Yu and Mo Qingze and bowed down in front of Mo Xiling.

Her voice is very nice, crisp and gentle, just like the yellow warbler out of the valley, "Lord, I'm very stable without any abnormality. Please believe me."

Mexiling was distracted for a moment. In a trance, he saw another woman, playful, stubborn and clever.

The woman waited for a while. Seeing that moxiling didn't say anything, she asked, "Lord, can I get up?"

Mexiling didn't say a word, as if he was still in a trance. Moqingze coughed heavily, and then he raised his hand. Just as the woman was about to stand up, his hand fell: "kneel down."

The woman knelt down and crawled on the ground. Her long black hair spread out like seaweed in the water.

Moxi Ling stared at her for a moment. There was a faint flash of red light in her eyes. It took a long time to say coldly, "she needs to be punished."

The woman was shocked. "Lord, I'm wrong. Please forgive me. I didn't mean to. I know I have a problem, but I can control it. Really, I just made a boyfriend. I don't want to leave him, Lord, please."

Mexiling looked cold and looked at Mozi Yu. He took a thick silver needle in his hand and put it into the woman's chest. The woman's cry was stuck in his throat and his head tilted to the ground.

Mo Ziyu picked her up in one hand, put her on the flat car and covered it with black velvet cloth. Turn around and walk to the third small house.