Devil President, Don't Bite Me

The dance floor is big and there are many people. Mexiling held Joey in his arms, almost close to him. He hated the touch of strangers and the woman who let people meet him. He firmly surrounded her with a strong attitude.

If someone pays attention, they will see that they are the closest couple.

"Mexiling,"

"Yes." The muted ending sound slightly raised, gently crossed Joey's ear and brought a slight palpitation.

"Siyu said you can read your heart. Do you know what they are thinking about so many people around you?"

Mexiling smiled: "Little Joe, I can't read every one." after a pause, he glanced at a pair of men and women on the left. "The woman in the yellow skirt on the left has a good impression on her partner. If he is a rich and handsome man, she wants to develop with him."

"What about her partner?"

"The dancing partner thinks the same as she thinks. He hopes that the women dancing with him are beautiful and rich, so they may have a try."

Joey sighed: "why must there be a premise? You can develop if you feel it."

"This is human, can not escape the secular concept."

"Still Hello," Joey said with a smile, "otherwise, how can you see it on my terms?"

The man said in silence, "you are beautiful."

"Liar," said Joey. "If it weren't for my taste, you wouldn't like me, would you?"

"Maybe."

Knowing the truth, Joey still had a slight loss in his heart.

"However," the man smiled silently in the dark, "this is our fate."

Yes, why doesn't he like the taste of others? It's her alone. It's not fate. What is it?

Joy was relieved, hugged his strong waist and glanced to the right.

"What about the one on the right?"

"The man on the right hopes to take his girlfriend home to spend the spring night after the dance. His girlfriend... "He stopped suddenly.

Joey looked up through the mask and looked into his starry eyes. "What's the matter with his girlfriend?"

Moxi Ling was silent for a moment: "my girlfriend hopes to spend the spring night with the master of Mohism."

Joey opened his mouth and glared at the woman on the right. It was a tall woman with high hair, revealing a beautiful neck and a slightly raised chin with a trace of pride.

Although moxiling couldn't see Joey's facial expression, she could clearly see the resentment in her eyes. She couldn't help laughing, "I don't like it. Just drive her out."

Joey pursed his lips, "... If it's for this reason, I'm afraid most of the women will be kicked out."

The man understated: "what does that matter?"

Of course, Joey Yimo sighed. In that case, the Mohist mask dance would become a farce, the headlines of the next day's newspaper and the laughingstock of the people after dinner. For her, any slander against mexiling was intolerable.

"Moxiling, you can read the heart. It must be fun. Do you often read other people's hearts when walking outside?"

"Apart from the necessary screening, I never peep into the hearts of others."

"Why? Don't you think it's interesting? "

Moxi Ling's deep eyes twinkled in the darkness. After a while, he said, "Little Joe, people's heart is uglier than you think."

Joey stopped talking. There are very few people who are really open in the world. Most people wear masks, are friendly on the surface, speak unspoken polite words and show a hypocritical smile. In fact, human nature is mean and dirty, selfish and cunning, vicious and cruel, cold and ruthless, shameless and indifferent, Violent and savage... There is always one or more hidden in the heart.

But what mexiling saw was almost all these. For a man of pure nature, it was torture. Therefore, he would not read his mind easily.

Joey looks around. Tonight, it's as beautiful as a dream. There are old and gorgeous castles, handsome men and beautiful women, beautiful clothes, beautiful temples and flowers. Everyone is happy, but behind the mask, disdain, jealousy, indifference and suspicion... How much is there always?

Fortunately, there are no magnanimous people at the bottom of my heart. For example, the man holding her comes from his simplicity. He won't hide it. If he doesn't like it, he doesn't like it. He doesn't know hypocrisy and doesn't need it. Therefore, he seems out of place in this society. He says he has communication barriers. In fact, he is too real.

"Moxiling, why do you have a ball?" Joey remembered, "last time I picked a woman for you, and this time?" After asking, my heart suddenly sour. As the master of Mohism, of course, he held this kind of dance. Do you need to choose other women after having her?

"It's what they mean. It has nothing to do with me."

Joey kept his mouth shut, but he kept himself clean. Mozino, aren't they all doing this for him?

The music is like the tide and never stops. Joey danced two dances in a row. He feels a little tired, but he likes to rub shoulders with mexiling on the dark dance floor. He is so intimate and reluctant to leave.

"Tired?" He asked in a low voice.

"You can insist." Joey smiled and grabbed him gently on the waist.

Mexiling was ticklish and held back, "presumptuous."

Joey giggled and buried his head in his arms.

Mexiling also smiled, stretched out his hand and wanted to fight back against her. He didn't give up. With a little force, he picked her up, level with his sight, and his voice was low and soft: "I'll jump with you."

Joey's feet soared in the air, but it was not difficult. In the hands of the powerful moxiling, she was as light as a little doll, almost sitting on his arm and letting him spin with him.

Joey was so spoiled by him that he attached himself to his ear and whispered, "can it explode?"

Knowing that it was wrong, but not wanting to ruin her interest, moxiling glanced around the dance floor and made a secret effort to float in the crowd like a ghost.

In the lyrical and beautiful music, Joey heard a small rustling sound from her skirt. She suddenly panicked and hugged moxiling: "it's better not to be seen."

Mexiling slowed down and said with a smile, "don't worry, it'll be fine."

Joey's forgetfulness is only for a moment. Calm down and feel that she shouldn't be. She seldom does this. Showing off is not her character.

When the dance music came to an end, she said, "moxiling, let's go and have something to eat."

"OK," he promised whatever she said.

When they arrived at the dining area, the snow-white gilded tablecloth was full of colorful and interesting food, which made people move their fingers.

For Joey, this place is like a big treasure. Take this and want that, and the plate will soon be full.

Mexiling stood aside with her hands down. When the plate was full, she took it thoughtfully and led her to sit at the table.

There are not many people staying here, and the flow is fast. Joey takes off his mask and begins to eat. She asks moxiling, "don't you eat?"

The man shook his head. "I'm not hungry."

Joey wanted to force him to eat. On second thought, if moxiling took off her mask and led all the wild bees and butterflies, could she eat in peace?

In one corner of the hall, the lights were bright. Two figures, one white and one black, stood by the wall. They were both tall and tall, but the men in black had heavy eyes, but the men in white had a cynical look.

"Don't you go dancing?" Asked the man in white.

The man in black smiled: "it's boring to be with me?"

The man in white smiled lightly: "come here, don't you just want a beautiful woman like clouds?"

"Eric, women are important to you?"

Eric shrugged. "It should be said that it is important for every man. What fun does the world have without women? Anan, can you live without women? "

Li Shengnan was silent for a moment. Under the mask, the corners of his mouth raised an arc, "I can."

"I can't." Eric took a sip of the wine and put it on the table next to him. "I'm going to have fun."

Li Shengnan didn't say a word. He looked at him walking into the crowd with big steps. A cold look flashed in his eyes. He quickly recovered as usual.

Until Eric disappeared in sight, he took his eyes back, slowly walked to the door, took a glass of wine again, and looked at a man and a woman at the table in the distance.

Joey finished the food on the plate without delay. He just pulled a paper towel to wipe his mouth. A man came over and bent down to whisper something in moxiling's ear. Moxiling stood up and stretched out his hand to her: "go, let's meet Zongbo."

"Xiling," the man looked embarrassed, "Zongbo said..."

Moxi Ling raised his hand, "it doesn't hurt."

The man was silent and walked quietly behind them.

Joey hasn't seen Zong Bo. She seldom comes to the castle now. Occasionally, Zong Bo isn't there. She hasn't seen him all the time. According to mosiyu, Zong Bo is a very kind old man. He watched mexiling born. After mexiling's parents died, he sheltered mexiling to grow up.

In all, he is the closest person to mexiling.

Joey was a little nervous and felt like he was going to see his parents.

They went up the side stairs, passed through the tall arches, entered the white world, pushed open one of the heavy doors, and a hale and hearty old man stood up from his chair, glanced faintly over Joey, and nodded slightly to moxiling: "Xiling."

Mexiling took off his mask. "Zongbo, this is Xiao Qiao."

"Xiao Qiao, this is Zong Bo, my housekeeper."

"Zong Bohao." Joey quickly and skillfully called someone.

Zong Bo glanced at their hand. "Can miss Qiao avoid it?"

Joey Oh, let go of moxiling's hand, turned and wanted to go out, but his feet didn't move. The man's big hand clasped her waist. The voice was deep: "Zong Bo, Xiao Qiao is not an outsider."

Although Zongbo looks ordinary and moxiling is very indifferent, Joey always feels that the atmosphere is not quite right. Zongbo doesn't seem to like her.

Joey, who always thought he was very popular, stood there looking like a little daughter-in-law.