Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Joey sat cross legged on the bed, motionless, like a sculpture. She had maintained this posture for a long time. Her feet were numb, itching, numb and sour like countless little ants, but she just didn't want to move.

Until the sound of footsteps came from the door, she reacted very quickly, fell back, stretched out her hand to twist the black light, and covered her head with a quilt.

The door was pushed open. Fang Jialiang looked at her quietly for a while, sighed sadly and turned away.

This night, the whole family was doomed to be unable to sleep. Qiao Zhenxuan sat on the sofa smoking and asked his wife, "did she sleep?"

Fang Jialiang shook his head. "When I pushed the door, she just turned off the light. She should have stayed awake."

Qiao Zhenxuan put out the cigarette end and threw it in the ashtray. "Forget it, give her some time to calm down."

Fang Jialiang nodded, "that's the only way." Then he became angry again: "it was all the ghosts made by Qiao Zhenhai. He thought that if we threw it out, we would have no time to trouble him. Wait, I'm not finished with him."

Qiao Zhenxuan sighed and said nothing.

In the room, Joey pulled off the quilt and stared at the dark ceiling in a daze. I can't describe what it feels like. I just can't accept it. It's more unacceptable than when I was under house arrest for the first time.

Her cheerful and strong character comes from having good parents. Her father loves her like a mountain. She teaches her to be a man. Her mother loves her like water and takes good care of her. Her parents are the mountains she can rely on and the harbor for her to rest. Whenever she thinks of them, her heart is full of warmth.

But now someone told her that she was not born to her parents and there was no blood relationship between them.

My mind is broken here. Below is a dark abyss. I can't think any more.

My mind is empty and at a loss, but my heart is confused and inexplicably flustered.

She knows that nothing has changed. She is still the daughter of Qiao Zhenxuan and Fang Jialiang, but she also knows that some things are different. Biological parents and adoptive parents are different.

She has never faced the blood relationship so seriously. It is the most fundamental reproduction of human beings. It is connected by blood and passed on from generation to generation, which is called inheritance.

And relatives who are not related by blood... The relationship is much shallower. Because of this, Qiao Zhenhai can start with Qiao Zhenxuan.

In the living room, her parents were still talking and their voices were very low. They were obviously afraid that she would hear them. They were so careful that she had a strange feeling. It seemed that for a moment, her parents were estranged from her.

The familiar home seemed to be losing its due warmth on this dark night. Joey gently sucked his nose and closed his eyes.

The mobile phone shook on the bedside table. She was surprised and picked it up immediately. At this time, she didn't want to make any sound to give her parents an excuse to enter her room.

The phone showed mexiling's name. In an instant, her nose was sour, her eyes were fuzzy, and she bit her lips.

She hid the cell phone in the quilt and held it tightly. It seemed that as soon as she let go, the buzzing sound would immediately amplify and fill this small room.

She also covered herself in the quilt and stared at her mobile phone for a moment. She didn't want to answer the phone and knew that maybe it was broken. Mexiling wouldn't call again. He would think she was asleep.

But suddenly, she didn't want to cut off the phone. In this lonely and cold night, she was helpless, and moxiling was her only warmth. She needed him.

With a little finger, the phone went through.

The man's voice was clear and pleasant, with a little apology: "Xiao Qiao, did you wake you up?"

"No," her voice was too low to hear.

Moxiling immediately realized it and asked, "what's the matter with you, Little Joe?"

"Nothing." A very light and short answer. She didn't want to talk, but she wanted to listen to him.

Mexiling was silent for a moment. "Do you miss me?"

"Yes." She answered very obediently.

The man on the other end of the phone felt that she was wrong more and more. When she said such words at ordinary times, she was always shy to deny or equivocate. She had never answered so simply. More importantly, he heard her attachment, very deep attachment.

He was ecstatic, but his uneasiness was magnified. His little Joe was so abnormal. Was something wrong?

After a pause, he said, "Little Joe, I want to hear you say it."

"What?"

"Say you miss me."

Joey is undoubtedly weak at this moment. She has never been so weak in the past 21 years. All she depends on is mexiling, like holding a life-saving straw. At this moment, she doesn't want to let go“ Mexiling, I miss you. "

Mexiling could almost imagine her at this time. She must be lying in the quilt, weak and soft, curling up like a small mollusk. Holding the phone, very attached to him.

He made two sudden jumps on his temples and said in a deep voice, "I see." After a pause, he said, "it's getting late. You can have a rest."

Joey was a little reluctant, but obediently hung up the phone.

Having called moxiling, Joey's chest was not so blocked, but the phone was reluctant to let go and kept holding it in the palm of his hand. As if it represented Merseyside.

It was a little uncomfortable to stay in the quilt for too long. She exposed her head and pricked up her ears to listen to the sound outside. But I didn't hear anything. My parents' broken words disappeared and I probably went back to my room to sleep. She couldn't sleep. Her eyes swept around the dark room. Although it was dark, she could see the outline of all the furniture clearly, because she was too familiar.

She has lived here since she was a child. This room carries too many happy memories of her laughter. Wherever you see it, you can remember a lot of interesting things.

For example, the short sofa under the windowsill was inadvertently seen by her when she went shopping with her classmates in middle school. She liked it very much. She rushed into the furniture store excitedly. When she saw the price, her heart cooled. The price was not affordable at her age.

Reluctantly left, but the sofa took root in her heart, so she told Qiao Zhenxuan to work in the store at the weekend and asked him to pay her seriously.

At ordinary times, she also went to the store to help, only doing small things within her power, but when she really went to work, she got rid of her arms, worked actively and enthusiastically, and even Fang Jialiang looked at her with admiration. Her mother loved her and refused to let her do the dirty work, but her father let her do it with a smile and silence. He occasionally encouraged her with his eyes. After working for a month, his father gave her two thousand yuan, more than expected.

She was so happy that she scraped together some lucky money and finally bought the sofa.

Later, she learned that her father guessed her mind, so he gave her the money to get what she wanted.

The money was earned through her own labor. She spent it safely, but she was more grateful for her father's teaching. He was willing to cooperate with her, and gave her due respect as an adult, so that she could earn the money reasonably.

Her father's education to her is like a trickle of water flowing in her heart all the time.

The mother will spoil her. The long legged rabbit on the sofa is a birthday gift from her mother when she was 15 years old.

Her family is neither poor nor rich. She has small assets, but she never spends money indiscriminately. It is not her mother's style to spend more than 200 yuan to buy a doll. Just because she likes it, her mother does not hesitate to buy it for her.

When she used to sleep, she always liked to hold the rabbit. Until she met mexiling, the rabbit retreated to the second line and was put on the sofa by her. When she was happy, she would talk to it, and make complaints about it when she was upset.

Joey thought about these little things, and slowly became sleepy. His eyelids blinked and blinked, and finally fell asleep.

I had a dream that a big dog licked her face very happily and licked her saliva. She was very strange, because the dream had no head and no tail. Only the dog kept licking her all the way, as if she were a delicious big bone.

And the dream is very real, the wet feeling on the face is very clear.

She slowly opened her eyes and bumped into a pair of dark and deep eyes, with a light smile in her eyes, but she saw it very clearly in the dark night.

Joey was stunned for a second and threw himself into his arms. "Why are you here?"

The man kissed her on the head. "You said you missed me, and I came."

"But your job..."

"It's not as important as you."

This straightforward and sensational words made Joey's nose sour and rubbed in his arms. At this moment, she was very attached to the clean and fresh smell on him, as if she didn't smell enough, and her empty heart seemed to be filled by the smell bit by bit.

He seemed to mutter to himself, "moxiling, it's nice of you to come."

Mexiling's heart knocked heavily, but it hurt a little. After the pain, there were wisps of sweetness, like crazy vines, which immediately wrapped his heart in it, and even couldn't breathe smoothly.

He has always loved very strongly, and Joey is reserved to accept most of the time. He rarely takes the initiative to need him like now. He has always been calm and restrained, and finally realized what is ecstatic.

After a while, he said, "if you don't want me, I'll try to travel less in the future."

Joey knew he had misunderstood, but he didn't want to explain. He snuggled silently in his arms. One hand habitually and unconsciously drew a circle on his chest.

Mexiling has been singing almost every night since the ban was lifted. Naturally, she takes her actions as a hint. One turned over and pressed her under her body, close to her neck and nibbled gently.

When the man pressed on him, Joey obviously felt his body's reaction and was shocked. In this chaotic night, she also wanted to indulge and completely put aside her troubles. But moxiling is different from ordinary people in this regard. She doesn't want to disturb her parents, let alone tear down the house.

Quickly press and hold his restless hand: "moxiling, No."

"Why?" His hand touched it. "Your physiological period hasn't come yet."

Joey pulled his hand open. "Not today. I'm tired."

Mexiling took a deep look at her, turned down from her, and looked into her eyes, "what's the matter?"