Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Joey thought that after the wedding banquet, she would go home with her parents. After all, she was only engaged, not married. In addition, Qiao Zhenxuan had set rules for her before.

But when the banquet was about to break up, the guests had not finished. Moxiling led her to her parents and said solemnly, "uncle and aunt, I took little Joe away."

"Take it away," Fang Jialiang smiled and waved. "Taking it away will save me."

Joey looked at his father and saw that he was silent, with a faint smile on his face, not like opposition, so he felt at ease and was led away by moxiling.

But he took her to the top floor of the hotel. Mozi Yu quietly appeared at this time. He walked in front of them and pushed open the safety door leading to the top floor. The night wind poured in and was cool. Joey couldn't help shaking, turned back and wanted to hide. He bumped into moxiling's arms and was wrapped in his coat.

She was wrapped in his clothes. Her nose was full of his smell, light wine smell, light fragrance on her clothes, and the smell of his body. She put her strength around his waist, put her head on his thick chest, and only showed her eyes.

Looking at the helicopter on the roof, she was a little surprised: "moxiling, where are you taking me?"

"A place not to be scratched." He lowered his head and smiled: "Little Joe, today is a special day. We're going to a special place."

Joey still thinks it's not like engagement, it's like marriage. He feels like going on his honeymoon.

She was taken to the helicopter by Mo Xiling. Mo Ziyu got into the cockpit and started the plane to take off.

Sitting in the plane, mexiling didn't let her out. She still wrapped her clothes around her, revealing a small black head lined with a light gray coat, like a baby kangaroo.

Joey stretched out his neck to see Mozi Yu fly a plane, with a look of worship: "Yu can fly a plane!"

Mexiling: "... I can fly a fighter."

Mozi Yu in front was probably invisible for too long and too lonely. He then said, "I will too."

Mexiling: "I can sail, big boat."

Mo Ziyu: "I will too."

Mexiling: "... I can drive anything."

Mo Ziyu: "I..."

Before he finished his words, moxiling kicked him and kicked him on his seat. His foot was very heavy. The plane trembled in the air and scared Joey to shout.

Mexiling was a little unhappy: "Yu, drive the plane steadily and bump Little Joe!"

Joey was very fair, "moxiling, you kicked him just now, and the plane was unstable."

"It's his responsibility. The plane always encounters some small problems at high altitude. He should resolve them, not accept them."

Mozi Yu sat in front without saying a word.

Joey looked at him and whispered, "moxiling, Yu seems to be angry."

Mexiling, "well, that's right."

Joey: "

Soon we arrived at our destination. The plane stopped on an open grass. The propeller didn't stop and there was a huge wind vortex. Mexiling didn't let Joey land. He grabbed her and swept away from the plane, avoiding the huge roar and wind vortex.

Lights were shining around. It could be seen that there was a large lawn. A two-story building was lying silently. Under the moonlight, the black water was sparkling, like countless small silver snakes swimming.

"Where is this?" Joey asked.

"Resort, I've got it today."

After walking around the front of the house, Joey knew that the house was built next to a big lake that could not be seen. There is a small Wharf on the first floor, and the wooden terrace on the second floor extends far and hangs on the lake. The pillars of the terrace are wrapped with gauze and printed into light yellow by the light. They float in the wind, like light smoke and waves.

There is light everywhere, but it is not very bright. Small groups of colored halos decorate here like a fairyland.

Joey was surprised and happy, arched in the man's arms, "moxiling, so beautiful, I like it."

"Just like it," the man printed a kiss on her forehead. "This is for you."

"Huh? Didn't you say the bag was down? " Joey asked, blinking.

"The resort has been contracted. This place," he pointed to the building on the second floor. "I'll buy it and name it after you. Go and see it for myself."

"Really?" Joey got out of his arms and ran to the door. The man pulled her back and put a pink thin coat on her, "put it on and be careful of catching a cold."

Joey watched him conjure up a coat like a magic trick and blinked twice. "Where did it come from?"

Moxi Ling pointed to Mozi Yu, who was pestling not far away like a wood.

Joey ran to the door and saw three words engraved on a big stone in front of the door: Little Joe garden. The stone is surrounded by a circle of white light bands, reflecting bright red words.

Joey stared at those words for a long time, and her mood was hard to calm. In her cold days, moxiling secretly arranged all this. She covered her lips and pressed back the sour stem on her chest.

Mozino said he wouldn't deceive people. He didn't do it. As soon as he did, she immediately collapsed.

Mozi Yu came over: "moved?"

"Well," Joey sniffed, "I'm very moved."

"Xiling chose it himself and drew drawings for Siyu to decorate. He said he was afraid that Siyu would turn this place into a pink world."

Joey listened and smiled and asked him, "why did you tease him on purpose just now?"

"The opportunity is rare."

Joey didn't understand: "what do you mean?"

Mozi Yu glanced at her, "Xiling is rarely drunk."

"Is he drunk?" Joey had seen him drunk, but it didn't seem so. That time he held her up and down the roof like a roller coaster. She was thrown into the clouds and fell to the bottom of the valley. Exciting but not afraid, because with him, he won't let himself go.

Mozi was quiet, "drunk."

After a while, mexiling came out of the room and asked Joey, "are you going boating?"

Joey looked at the dark lake. Boating on such a cold autumn night seems a little inappropriate, but it doesn't matter. They can go crazy tonight!

"OK." She nodded. The next second, she was held by a man and swung straight to the lake.

Joey couldn't see. He jumped with horror. How could he jump directly into the water? He didn't see the boat!

But when he fell down, his feet stood on the boat. It was a tiny wooden boat. It shook as soon as it was stressed. Joey immediately grabbed moxiling's clothes and stood firm.

Mexiling pulled her to sit down. The seat of the boat was soft and not cold at all. There was also a backrest that could lean on and form a semi surrounded shape. It felt very safe to sit inside.

Mexiling stood at the bow of the boat and began to paddle with both hands. Although the wind was cold, the sky was pure, the moon was like water, and the stars like silver nails were scattered everywhere.

Joey leaned back in her chair and looked up at the beautiful sky. Waves of unspeakable joy surged in her heart.

"Do you like it?" The man stood in the wind and looked at her.

"Yes, very much," Joey stared into his eyes. "Mercillin, I love you more than anything in the world."

He smiled, like the stars in the sky falling into his eyes, shining brightly and extending infinitely between his handsome eyebrows.

Joey couldn't help being stunned.

"Trust me?"

"Believe it," said Joey, with a momentary blush, but immediately looked up and his eyes were firm, "moxiling, in this life, I will believe you and will not doubt you because of anyone or anything."

He put down the oar, came and sat next to her and looked at her deeply: "Little Joe, I like such a promise."

"Bang!" A loud noise made Joey's heart jump, but he saw a gorgeous fireworks blooming on the purple and blue sky. Then one canopy after another, colorful, complementary, silver flowers, jade trees, flowers, forming a sea of flowers.

Unexpectedly, there was a surprise. Joey looked a little unbearable. He grabbed the man's clothes tightly and looked up at him.

The man lowered his eyes and smiled. His black and bright eyes enlarged a little until they were completely covered.

How can they be happy when they kiss under the stars and fireworks, in the middle of the rippling lake, and on this night that belongs to them? Joey asked herself in her heart, how can she be happy?

The next thing comes naturally

When Joey felt a little cold, she realized that she had returned to the room. Under the dim light, the man's strong body crawled above her like a dangerous cheetah.

He leaned against her and said in a hoarse voice, "are you ready, Little Joe? I'm coming in. "

"Yes." She was sure, but her hand was tightly clasped to his waist, and her thin fingernails were pinched into the man's muscles.

......

The room was full of wind and rain. It was like a huge mast was broken. Joey screamed. His voice was not like his own. "Close the window, what a big wind!"

"Closed, already closed!" The sweat on the man's forehead dripped down one by one and fell on her face like rain.

Suppressed for so long, once it breaks out, the power is devastating.

Joey felt completely destroyed. But she can't die. She can't die with him.

Huge winds and waves are still attacking, rolling up countless vortices

Her voice is getting smaller and smaller, submerged in this lasting storm

......

For a moment of silence, Joey thought, the earth and mountains are just so!

She squinted at the window and said lazily, "the window is not closed."

The man didn't answer. He touched the tip of his nose and smiled. His big hands were very hot.

Joey turned over hard and looked around: "mexiling, you demolished the house."

"It doesn't matter. I'll fix it."

It was really demolished. The big bed in the middle of the house was completely scattered, white yarn was spread all over the floor, and all the furniture in the house was crooked, looking like the disaster scene after the passage of a tornado.

She was also torn down by him, as if she had been stripped of her bones and collapsed in a pile of soft quilts.

"Moxiling, how could this happen?"

The man touched the tip of his nose and smiled, "it's a little out of control." He paused and asked, "does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt at all." She wrapped herself in a soft quilt and smiled.

The man hesitated and said in a deliberative tone: "well... Another place, let's do it again. Promise not to tear down the house. "