Devil President, Don't Bite Me

In the evening, mexiling accompanied Joey to sit on the sofa and watch TV. Joey nestled in his arms and laughed from time to time.

Mexiling doesn't understand. A group of people just sit together and talk. What's ridiculous? Human laughter is too low.

"Don't you like it?" Joey's attention finally returned to his face. "I didn't see you smile."

"I don't think it's funny." He bowed his head and kissed her on the forehead. "Why didn't you answer your call today?"

"Oh, I'm playing. I put my cell phone aside. I didn't hear it."

"I called Yu, but he didn't answer."

"Yu played with me, and his cell phone was put aside."

It turned out to be so. Moxiling's eyes were a little cold. She stared at a beam of light above the TV and said in a deep voice: "Little Joe, you can play with me in the future."

Joey: "..." Moxi Ling is jealous

Thinking of the time she received Mozi Yu throat candy, joy was a little uneasy about the attitude of moxiling. She stroked his strong arm: "moxiling, I'll only play with you in the future."

"Well," mexiling's eyebrows widened, "Xiao Qiao, the day after tomorrow is the Mid Autumn Festival. Are you going home?"

"Of course, the day after tomorrow begins to have a holiday for three days. Moxiling, let's go out and play."

Moxiling was silent for a moment: "Little Joe, your parents don't want to see me?"

"They don't even know..." Joey blurted out, immediately stopped and reorganized his language: "I haven't told my family about our relationship."

"It's not too late."

"It's too sudden. I'm afraid to scare them. After all, your identity..."

"You don't have to tell them I'm a genetic mutant."

Joey: "..." sure enough, they are two kinds of creatures. Their brain circuits are not on the same line.

"I mean, your identity as the master of Mohism will scare them."

Mexiling frowned slightly. He obviously couldn't understand. What's scary about an identity? Is it only when he shows his fangs?

Since the Mid Autumn Festival is mentioned, Joey also has something to say. She has been brewing these two days. She thinks it's easy to say with their current relationship, but it's really hard to speak at this time. She doesn't want mercillin to think she or her parents are vain people.

Moxiling saw that she wanted to talk and stop, and pinched her fingers. "What do you want to say?"

Joey heaved a sigh and thought about her mother's ardent expectation. She had to say, "metheline, I want to ask you something."

"Little Joe, I said, we don't need to ask. I promise everything you want to do."

"You promise without asking?" Joey deliberately teased him, "what if it can't be done?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Pick the moon."

Mexiling was silent for a moment and pinched her face: "you are humorous."

Joey: "

"It's tight. I want to borrow the extended Lincoln and the driver the day after tomorrow."

"What are you doing?"

"Put on a show." Joey frankly gave him a general idea of the matter and looked at him. "Moxiling, I'm not as good as you think. I'm just an ordinary person. Sometimes I have vanity."

"I know you did it for your mother." Mexiling bent her fingers. "Don't worry, the car and the driver are for you."

"Thank you, mexiling," said Joey, whose heart fell to the ground and looked up and kissed him on the chin.

His chin is tough and slightly upturned, with a good smell, which comes from the clean smell of his body.

Mexiling was always happy with her initiative, kissed her face deeply, and whispered in her voice, "you're welcome, Little Joe."

After a short and deep kiss, Joey thought of another thing, "moxiling, do you like the design of the flower house?"

"Well, it's OK." The man answered carelessly and focused on playing with her fingers.

"That's good. If she wants to be dissatisfied, put it forward quickly, and I can modify it."

"Well, No." He took her finger to his mouth and kissed.

"Mexiling, my hands are so fun?"

"Well," he paused, "it's addictive."

Joey: "

If she had heard this before, she must think he was abnormal again. But now, she knows that he likes her too much.

Next, one watched TV and the other played with his fingers. He didn't communicate for a long time.

Until the end of the variety show, Joey yawned. Hearing that Moxi lingleng asked, "Little Joe, have you considered it?"

Joey wondered, "what?"

"We were just discussing letting your parents see me."

Joey: "..." thought the topic was over long ago, but he kept waiting here.

"Moxiling, this matter... Needs to be considered in the long run. My mother is easy to talk, my father..."

Joey's worry is not unreasonable. Qiao Zhenxuan is not an open-minded person. The identity of the master of Mohism may not add points to mexiling, but may become a burden.

"Are you worried that your father doesn't like me?"

Joey drooped his eyes: "if someone wants to take his baby daughter, the father in the world will have resistance. My father doesn't like you, he just can't bear it."

"Don't worry, if we want to leave, I'll take them with us."

"Leave?" Joey was surprised: "are we leaving?"

"Just if," he held her hand in the palm, "Little Joe, but we all have to be prepared."

Joey remembers the incident not long ago and still has lingering palpitations. If it is found that all genetic variants will be transferred, will she... Go or stay?

She was struggling silently. A long time ago, in order to escape the control of mexiling, she made up her mind to leave. But now she hesitated. She asked herself in her heart, don't you love him enough?

Can we separate? He left his world and never saw each other again. Just thinking about it, his heart was like a knife.

He looked up and bumped into the man's dark eyes. He seemed stunned and asked her in a low voice, "what are you worried about?"

Joey sighed softly, and already knew the answer: No, she couldn't leave mexiling. Just think about it, then sad to die!

So she will go with him. That unknown moment is like a time bomb. I don't know when it will explode. Parents should be prepared whether they follow them or not.

"OK, I'll arrange it," Joey leaned in his arms. "Find a chance to mention it to my mother first. My mother is good to talk to. My father... Should like you too."

He kissed her on the top of the head with a rather positive tone: "of course."

Xiao Qiao: "..." where does his bursting self-confidence come from?

"Moxiling, anyway, they are elders. You should be modest when you talk. Our business..."

"Don't worry," he stroked her arm. "I'll take care of everything. It won't be a problem."

Although there were two bedrooms, Joey was still carried to his room by moxiling that night. She only slept until midnight. She vaguely heard the sound of water in the bathroom.

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Li Shengnan walked into the club and glanced unconsciously at the table on the left side of the hall.

Sure enough, the man leaned against the stage. He was wearing a light green shirt, which set off his tough figure at a glance. Peach blossom eyes smiled slightly and his face was a little cynical. He lit a cigarette on his side and frowned carelessly.

A waiter brought the wine. Li Shengnan took a cup, took a sip and looked at the man quietly.

I met him for several days, but I didn't know who he was?

The members of the club knew each other well and came in a new man. Moreover, the man was so excellent that he was very interested.

He has seen a lot of excellent men. The best one is Mohist master mexiling. He is gorgeous, but people are also very cold.

And that person seems to smile at any time. His beautiful eyes seem to be filled with bright stars, very... Moving.

He took another sip of wine and walked slowly over.

"Hi, wick," he said to a friend he knew.

The young man named wick immediately smiled: "Hey, Li Shao, are you interested in a dish?"

Li Shengnan glanced at the man, "who is this?"

"Let me introduce you," wick approached the man. "This is Eric. Eric, this is Li Shengnan, the second son of the Li family. "

Li Shengnan stretched out his hand: "Hello, Eric."

"Hello, Mr. Li."

Li Shengnan smiled and said, "I seldom saw you here before."

"Yes, I used to play elsewhere. But the table here is good, so I've been here frequently recently. "

"Eric, how about a game?"

As soon as Li Shengnan wanted to play, wick came to the spirit, "Li Shao, Eric and I play ten knives. How many knives do you want?"

Li Shengnan looked at Eric: "you can decide. There's no problem with how much."

Wick smiled and said, "Eric just lost a lot. Now Li Shao gives you a chance to pull back. You're welcome."

Eric pondered a little, "that's the old rule, ten knives."

"OK." Li Shengnan raised his chin slightly: "go to my room and play. It's quiet there."

Only a few super V members can have their own rooms here, the table is more advanced, and the clubs are limited edition. And there is special service.

When the three arrived at the private room, the caddy placed the ball and Eric kicked off first. However, his level was really not very good. He hit an empty shot and pushed the white ball out, but he didn't encounter any color ball. He was fined four points. He seemed annoyed and waved his club.

Li Shengnan patted him on the shoulder and comforted: "don't lose heart, it's still early." His hand rested on Eric's shoulder for two seconds before falling.

Eric didn't notice, smiled and nodded, "Mr. Li, show mercy!"

Li Shengnan smiled, looked at the position of the white ball, leaned down, held his breath, pushed the club heavily, only heard the bang, and all the balls scattered in all directions. The white ball falls in front of the red ball. There are two obvious attack routes, either the middle bag or the bottom bag.

Wick smiled and said, "Li Shao, you opened a good game, but you have to send points to Eric."

Li Sheng took a sip from his wine cup in the South: "just be happy to play."

In such a good situation, Eric certainly had to seize the opportunity and play steadily, scoring 120 points in one stroke.

Li Shengnan lost. He quickly took out his checkbook, brushed out a check and handed it to Eric: "you won."

"Mr. Li accepted."

"Ten dollars is worth making friends." Li Shengnan looked at him. "The ball is over. How about going for a drink?"

Eric put the check away and said, "whatever you want."

Wick said, "I won't go after drinking. I had a hangover yesterday and now I still have a headache."

Li Shengnan patted Eric on the shoulder: "let's go."

Eric turned his mouth and smiled brightly: "OK."