Devil President, Don't Bite Me

After seeing the scene, the members of the research group gathered in a room of the demolition headquarters for a meeting. Professor Yang introduced the situation, framed a general scope, and allowed the students to play freely. He liked his students' unrestrained and unrestrained thinking, so as to make good works.

After the meeting, it was very late to go back to school. Joey washed casually and went to bed.

Although a little tired, I didn't sleep well and couldn't sleep for a long time.

Han Xi in the upper bunk tossed and turned, and obviously didn't sleep well.

Joy sighed in her heart that she was not the only one trapped in love this late night. She was very upset. She didn't know whether she was angry about mexiling robbing her mobile phone or that he admitted to inspecting Cheng Chuyi's goods?

Unable to sleep, Joey was a little thirsty. Joey turned on the bedside lamp, sat up and opened the curtain. The room was dark, and it seemed brighter outside, probably against the moonlight.

It's just... What's hanging outside the window? She rubbed her eyes and looked carefully. A pair of black eyes.

If there was another person, I was afraid I would scream, but joy's face flashed a surprise. Soon she became uneasy again. What if someone didn't sleep like her and saw it?

She hit mexiling and asked him to go down.

The man obeyed and landed slowly. Joey was more nervous than a thief. He put his shoes in his hand and went down quietly with bare legs. When he got to the corridor, he put on his shoes and slowly went downstairs holding the wall.

Out of the unit door, Moxi Ling stood under the tree and looked at him faintly.

Joey was happy, but she quickly restrained herself, put on a more indifferent face than him, and walked over.

"What are you doing here?" The tone is not good.

"You're thinking about me." The tone is very positive.

Joey was speechless and snorted coldly, "No."

"Oh," the man's expression was not disappointed, "why haven't you slept yet?"

"I woke up thirsty and wanted to drink water."

"Well, you drank water and rested early. I'm gone. " As he spoke, he jumped into the tree and disappeared.

Joey stood stunned, his chest blocked, as if he had been out of breath for a long time. There was no place to vent his hatred. His hands hanging on his legs clenched into fists, and his nails didn't feel pain when they were embedded in the meat.

Mexiling, if you leave, never come again!

The cold wind in late autumn made her shiver. After thinking about it, there was no need to stamp her feet for him to catch a cold. She turned and walked into the corridor.

Just raised his legs, pasted a warm body on his back, tightened her waist with powerful big hands, and sprayed hot breath into her neck. The next second, his face pasted, "Little Joe, you're angry again."

Joey became angry and struggled hard: "don't you want to go, moxiling? Go! "

"What do you stamp?"

"I'll stamp if I like. I want you to take care of it!" Joey was like a little beast, panting and struggling.

But the man held her earlobe and sucked it gently. Joey's heart trembled and almost couldn't stand steady, but all those angry words were swallowed back.

The man pulled over her body and kissed her gently on the lips, "come with me?" He is asking for her advice.

Joey was silent, but his hand clenched the shirt around his waist.

The man's kiss became warm, like seizing the city and the pool, which made her unable to parry.

"Come with me?" It was still a question, but the tone was heavier.

Joey lost most of his mind, but he still held on to his principles with silence.

The man's cold big hand drilled in from her waist clothes and kneaded her delicate skin. His hand was obviously so cold that she trembled, but it was so hot that she was flustered.

Joey finally let go of his clenched teeth and sobbed.

Hearing the man's muffled smile, he hugged her and swished away.

Although he held her tightly in his arms, it must be late autumn, cold and fast. When he fell to the ground, Joey fell down soft as soon as he loosened it.

Mexiling was startled and hurriedly touched her face, but found that her face was colder than her hands. He knew what the problem was. He was so upset that he forgot for a moment that she was just an ordinary human.

Quickly take her to the bed and wrap her in a quilt. Then go to the bathroom to put hot water. When it's done, take her to the bathtub. When she gets warmer, remove her clothes.

Joey was so cold that the whole person was numb that he kept shaking. In a daze, he was still unable to push moxiling's hand, "no, I want to."

"Little Joe, take off your wet clothes or you'll get sick." He touched her face and softened his voice: "Little Joe, be obedient."

Joey felt that he was really going to be ill. He was top heavy and leaned in the bathtub, only sliding down.

Mexiling had to hold her with one hand and take off her clothes with the other. After taking it off, she folded her scarf beside the bathtub and let her head rest on it.

After soaking for about a quarter of an hour, Joey finally eased up, and his white lips had a trace of blood color, but his small face was still pale, which made his eyes darker.

Mexiling sat behind her, holding her shoulder with one hand and rubbing her chest with the other, trying to make the blood circulate faster.

Joey woke up and blushed. Although they were close, it was rare for them to take off like this in front of him. She opened the man's hand. "What are you doing?" She was so uncomfortable that he wanted to take advantage of her.

Mexiling felt her pulse. "Well, it's basically normal." Then he put his hand on her chest and said, "well, the heartbeat is normal."

He wrapped her up with a big bath towel, carried her back to bed, dried the water and stuffed it into the quilt. Then he jumped onto the bed, held people in his arms, put a sticker on her face, and after a while, his voice was low, "Little Joe, I'm sorry."

Joey's heart trembled and his voice gently said, "Why are you sorry?"

"Let you suffer."

"Just now?"

"Yes."

Joey felt a little uncomfortable. She thought that mexiling was referring to the inspection of Cheng Chuyi. In fact, it had happened. No matter what it was, it was useless for her to investigate, but the thorn in her heart couldn't be pulled out, so she stuck there and stabbed her.

They stayed quietly for a while, but they were silent.

The pale orange light of the bedside lamp spread on mexiling's shoulder. At this time, the man was a little less hard and cold, and looked very soft. He touched Joey's face, felt that the normal temperature had returned, loosened the quilt, skillfully drilled in, found her little hand and held it in the palm.

"I heard you took part in Professor Yang's project."

"Yes." With Mozi depressed, Joey was not surprised that he knew it.

"Du Beizheng also participated."

"Yes." She said faintly, "since I've been selected, I hope I can finish the design well. This is my job, just as it's your job to inspect Cheng Chuyi."

Unwilling, he still ordered it out.

Mexiling said, "OK, you do it, but don't let anyone touch you. I'll be unhappy."

Joey glanced. "Who can tell when you work? You haven't touched Cheng Chuyi yet."

"No, I only look at her with my eyes."

When he said this, the picture became very clear. When he inspected the goods for her, moxiling didn't touch her, but pulled her into a big font and looked at the corners carefully.

Joey's heart is even worse. It's no different from touching. He sees what he should see and what he shouldn't see.

After a while, mexiling suddenly released her, got out of bed, went to the cloakroom, turned over a set of pajamas and took them, "Little Joe, put on your clothes and go to bed."

Joey held out his hand from the quilt, took his clothes and looked up at him.

Moxi Ling smiled faintly: "do you want me to change it for you?"

"Don't you avoid it?"

"No, I've seen it."

"That's different." Joey insisted.

Mexiling had to turn around: "you change it, I don't look." After a while: "Little Joe, we will hold a wedding banquet this weekend. We will be an unmarried couple soon. You don't need to be so nervous in front of me."

Joey was surprised: "this weekend, why didn't you say it earlier? My family didn't prepare."

"You don't need to make any preparations. I'll arrange everything." Mexiling turned around and saw that she had put on her pants and was buttoning her pajamas. She just buckled to the second one, opened a small voice around her waist, and her snow-white skin firmly attracted his eyes.

Joey listened to him and stopped talking. He looked up and saw the man staring at his waist and abdomen. He pulled his clothes quickly and said fiercely, "what are you looking at!"

——

This late night, it is destined that some people will not sleep, such as Eric who is drunk, beautiful peach blossom, red eyed, with the corners of his lips raised all the time and holding a woman.

The woman's voice was very charming: "Eric, where do you live? I'll take you back!"

Eric smiled foolishly and scraped her nose with his hand. "You send me back, don't you, want to sleep with me..."

The woman smiled and touched two hands on his chest. She was about to make further moves. Suddenly, her fingertips hurt. Unexpectedly, someone clamped her hand, shook it away, and drank a low voice: "get out."

As soon as the woman looked up, a man came out of nowhere and held Eric steadily. Her face was unhappy and her thick eyebrows raised. "You're drunk again."

Eric looked at him with his eyes open and laughed. The whole person leaned against him, "Shengnan, you're coming."

Li Shengnan helped him out, "without a girlfriend, you're not lonely."

"Where's my girlfriend?" Eric looked at him drunk and confused: "where did you get my girlfriend?"

"Eric, you're drunk and your girlfriend is gone. What does it have to do with me?"

Eric was so drunk that he couldn't speak clearly: "I've always been the only one. I dumped them, but since I recognized you, two women dumped me. Shengnan, you said, where did you get my girlfriend..."

Li Shengnan stuffed Eric into the car and patted him on the face. "Don't be sad, they have no eyes. Women are liars, and friends are trustworthy."

Eric squinted and asked him, "do you trust me?"

"Of course."

"But I, I can't fucking trust you..." before he finished, his head tilted and went to sleep.

Li Shengnan seemed to be sluggish, with no expression on his face. He closed the door and lit a cigarette.

In the cold wind of late autumn, only a curl of green smoke soared upward.