Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Mexiling and moziyu returned to the castle at night. As soon as they entered the door, they saw an old man sitting on the sofa, with silver head, thick black eyebrows and bright eyes. They looked hale and hearty.

Mozi smiled, "Zongbo."

The old man nodded, walked up to mexiling and bowed: "Lord, I'm back."

Moxi Ling raised his hand and gently touched his head, "Zong Bo, it's hard."

"Not hard." Zong Bo straightened up, hugged Mo Xiling and touched Mo Ziyu's head.

Moxiling walked over and sat down. Mosiyu immediately presented a glass of red wine.

"Hard work, Nuo," Moxi Ling raised his glass and raised his glass to Mozi Nuo.

Mozino sat lazily and raised his glass. "Fortunately, he came back before twelve o'clock."

Mozi Yu poured himself a glass of wine, "we met one today, in Weishan."

"Oh?" Zong Bo frowned, "have they come to Jinling?"

"It's a striker. We hurt him," said mexiling. "Their big army is afraid to come. Everyone should be careful in the future. "

Mo Qingze, who had not opened his mouth, said, "Xiling, why don't you kill it?"

"According to the agreement, live mouths are reserved for each other for the first time."

"Thirty years is a cycle," Zong Bo sighed. "Good days don't last long."

Mo Qingze: "Mo's industry has developed better than any other industry in the past. If you want to give up, it's really a little reluctant."

"We won't give up until we have to." Mexiling shook his glass and his eyes were firm. "It's our wish to coexist with mankind for many years. This time, I don't want to move again. There will always be some ways."

"What is more terrible than werewolves is humans. I still have lingering fears about the last thing." Mo Qingze said, "if mankind finds us, it will be a disaster."

Everyone didn't speak, drank wine silently, and the room was silent for a moment.

Thirty years ago, the scene remained in everyone's heart for a long time. After thirty years of recuperation, the days passed more and more comfortable, but no one forgot the lessons of the past.

For a long time, Zongbo broke his silence. Before he opened his mouth, he had a smile on his lips: "Xiling, I heard you want to get married?"

"Yes," said moxiling, much better. "Now that you're back, I'll leave it to you."

"It must be a lovely girl who can move Xiling." Zong Bo said with a smile, "but we have to think about marriage in the long run."

Mo Qingze proposed: "let's raise our hands to vote. Those who agree to Xiling's marriage raise their hands."

The scene was very quiet. Mo Siyu looked at Mo Xiling and Mo Qingze. He hesitated and raised his hand. Mozino smiled and raised his hand.

Six people, only two raised their hands, and even mexiling himself remained silent.

"Four to two, Xiling, this matter will be discussed later."

"Oh!" Moxi Ling showed disdain on his face: "when do I need you to vote on my marriage? Tomorrow I will go to see Xiao Qiao's parents and fix the marriage as soon as possible. "

Mo Qingze: "Yi is still studying."

"You can read it when you get married."

"But..." Mo Qingze said again and was stopped by Mo ZiNuo: "brother, if you object again, Xiling will suffocate."

Everyone didn't understand what it meant. They were stunned and looked at mexiling.

Moxi Ling Baixi's face was stained with a blush, and her fingers tapped gently on her legs without making a sound.

Zong Bo's expression was originally surprised, and gradually became clear. He grew up watching mexiling. The little Lord has a tough will that ordinary people can't imagine. If he can't hold it, the situation must be very serious.

He coughed softly, "Xiling, do you need me to go with you tomorrow?"

"No, just get the gift ready. Wait until the parents of both sides meet."

Zong Bo was moved: "Xiling, you want me to be..."

Mexiling looked at them and said seriously, "you are all my family."

The room was quiet again, and no one spoke for a long time.

Zongbo's face was surprised and pleased. He didn't leave for a long time, but his little Lord changed a lot. The original moxiling kept a distance from anyone. Even if they were them, no one could really enter his heart. They live together. They look like family, but they perform their respective duties, and the relationship between superiors and subordinates is clearer.

Now, mexiling said: you are all my family.

The thin ice covering the little Lord's body melted away, and he became emotional and human.

Zongbo smiled. "Xiao Qiao must be a good girl."

Mozino: "Zongbo, Little Joe is exclusive to Xiling. You'll call her Yi later."

Zong Bo was surprised again and suddenly understood what mozino's previous sentence meant?

The little Lord has stored feelings for more than 70 years. Once it breaks out, it is quite amazing!

He became more and more curious about Joey he hadn't met.

Mexiling's thinking had already left this topic and thought of another thing, "the tooth marks of those bitten cases last time were similar to us. Could it be the werewolf?"

"It's possible," Mo Qingze said. "They secretly sneaked into Jinling to win the fruits of our victory."

"It's boring," mozino sighed. "A bunch of stupid things who just want to get something for nothing."

Mexiling: "no, do you have any news over there?"

"Li Shengnan, I'm afraid it's difficult to win his trust, but I have a way."

"Be careful, Li Shengnan is a very powerful man."

Mozino took a sip of the wine gently, and there was still a smile on his mouth. "Don't worry, don't worry about men and women, I'll take it all."

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The next day, Joey was sleeping soundly and was dragged out of bed by Fang Jialiang: "Joey, get up and tidy up. Mr. Mo will come later!"

Joey rubbed his eyes and purred, "didn't you come to dinner? What are you doing so early? " Then she fell down again.

"Oh, my aunt, get up and hurry up."

"My father hasn't got up yet." Joey rolled over and covered his head in the quilt.

"I got up early and was cleaning the kitchen. He's not like you." Fang Jialiang dragged his daughter up again. Like serving his ancestors, he put his shoes on her feet, pulled them up and pushed them to the bathroom: "go wash quickly and work after breakfast."

Joey didn't go to the bathroom. He went to the kitchen first. Sure enough, he saw Qiao Zhenxuan working hard to clean the windows with rubber gloves.

"Dad, what are you doing early in the morning?"

Qiao Zhenxuan was a little angry. "It's not your mother. In order to welcome Mr. Mo, she jumped up early in the morning and said I didn't clean the kitchen. She didn't finish with me. Yi, will Mr. Mo break up with you because our kitchen is not clean?"

"No, of course not," Joey went over and said, "Dad, don't do it. It's our custom to clean up in the new year. You rest and ignore your mother."

"Then I'll rest. You're in charge." Qiao Zhenxuan really took off his gloves and threw them on the chopping board. He went outside to smoke.

Fang Jialiang cleaned up in the living room. Seeing him smoking on the balcony, he asked, "is the kitchen finished?"

Joey hurriedly said, "Mom, don't do this. Mexiling is here for dinner. You look like the president of the United States is coming."

Fang Jialiang whispered, "didn't you say Mr. Mo has a mania for cleanliness? If you don't clean up the house, in case he is unhappy, you... "

Joey coaxed: "Oh, he's going to be unhappy about this. I kicked him."

"But it's about my face. In the future, my mother-in-law's house will be like a dog's Kennel. It's not hard to say."

"Who would say?" Joey was speechless about his mother's excessive tension and anxiety: "don't do it in the kitchen. Let dad rest. Mersey won't go in at all. It's so small inside that it's hard for him to turn around. "

Fang Jialiang patted his thigh: "Yi, I'd better meet in the hotel. Our house is too small and shabby."

Joey rolled his eyes. "Mom, I said the kitchen was small, but I didn't say the house was small. No matter how small our family is, it is also the home of his future mother-in-law. How dare he dislike it?"

Qiao Zhenxuan stood on the balcony, looking at the rising bright red sun and sighing silently. Up to now, he still can't believe that his daughter is on good terms with the richest man in Jinling City.

In fact, I am a little happy. I am not proud of anything else. His daughter, the daughter he raised hard, is favored by the master of Mohism. It's not a country or a city, it's not a famous family. It's always good to like it. He doesn't like rich people, but he must be as good as his daughter!

Hearing his wife's words, he couldn't help stabbing: "it's too small. Let your prospective son-in-law buy you a big house!"

Fang Jialiang taught him while doing things: "I don't want it. Before people enter the door, they ask for it. You want a bad daughter!"

Joey said, "Mom, dad is teasing you. Is he that kind of person?"

Fang Jialiang was stunned and realized that her husband was satirizing himself. She said to her daughter like a promise, "Yi. Mom is not greedy for money. Your happiness is the most important. Mom won't ask the Mohists for anything. Mom doesn't sell her daughter... "

"I know," Joey hugged his mother. "Don't be nervous. Don't worry about anything else. Just be an ordinary guest at home, pour a glass of water and save it for dinner."

Fang Jialiang was so nervous that she didn't sleep much all night.

The richest man in Jinling City, a mysterious and low-key tycoon, exists like a God among the people in the market. Moreover, the God is also very handsome and loved by everyone.

He felt like a dragon flying in the sky, but how could she not be nervous and excited when the dragon was coming to her house?

Joey had breakfast and helped her mother clean up the house. As a result, she cleared out a lot of paper waste. She was not willing to throw it away. She dragged it in a car and took it to the waste purchase station near the community to sell it. Unexpectedly, she sold it for more than ten yuan. She happily stuffed it in her trouser pocket and dragged her car home.

While walking, I thought happily. Who can see that the girl dragging a car to sell waste products will soon marry the richest man in Jinling City?

Well, the girl has a pure and good nature and doesn't forget her roots