Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Jinling City in the cold winter is still bustling, busy streets, bustling crowds, neon flashing in the night sky, such as bright fireworks blooming.

A light was on in an office on the top floor of Mohr's building, and the Milky light came out of the window like a thin yarn.

Standing in the gauze was a tall man with a gentle face, but now it was deserted. He watched the prosperous times under his feet and remained silent for a long time.

"Beizheng, what shall we do now?" Su zhouquan was talking. He sat in his chair, looked at the mountains of documents on the table and frowned.

Du Beizheng smiled and turned around. "Moxiling was ready early in the morning, so he could go in such a hurry."

"You mean he knew he would lose?"

"No, he's just used to planning ahead. Besides, this time, we didn't force him away. It's SDR."

Su zhouquan sighed, "then we can only continue to operate under the banner of Mohs, and then wait until he comes back to recover the rivers and mountains?"

"I'm afraid that's what he's going to do. He's always been a smart man." Du Beizheng leaned against the window with a cold smile“ But it's another matter whether he can come back or not. "

Su zhouquan asked, "is there any news over there?"

"Everything is going well."

Su zhouquan smiled and rubbed his hands, "OK, look forward to our queen's return!"

Du Beizheng turned around, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled. The hot air sprayed on the glass. As soon as it was fogged, it gradually dissipated. The imprints were different in depth, and unexpectedly outlined the figure of a woman.

He looked at it with determination, the corners of his mouth raised gently, and the figure blurred with a flick of his hand.

Qingyuan, you should come back, but do you remember me?

He turned his eyes to the lamp sea in the distance, and a beautiful and lovely face flashed in front of him, firm, stubborn and occasionally cunning.

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Joey hardly slept. After a fight, Joey finally fell to the ground.

There were two more scratches on mozino's neck, but it recovered as usual in an instant, as if the scratch had never appeared.

Joey fell on the cold ground, stretching her limbs. Although she was tired, she had a kind of happiness that had never been seen before, as if this plane had opened all her muscles and veins, and the air flow was moving slowly, as if she was repairing carefully.

Mo ZiNuo looked at Joey lying on the ground and regretted that her intestines were blue. Now she not only had a black and purple body, but also had a clear nose and swollen face. She felt that there was no good meat all over her. This would let Mo Xiling see that he was dead!

"Yi, are you okay?" He reached out and tried to pull her up.

"It's all right. Let me lie down for a while." Joey said softly, with soft eyes and a smile on the corners of his mouth.

Mozino thought she was beaten silly by herself. How can she laugh when she's like this?

Suddenly, Joey's body soared up, still in a lying posture, his limbs hung weakly, but his head seemed to be held by something and moved slowly to the left front.

On the sharp corner of the eaves, there stood a man in white and black pants, with a gloomy face, staring at the woman floating towards him for a moment.

Joey sighed in her heart. When she returned to the island, moxiling became more and more unscrupulous and bound her with spiritual force.

Cold big hands wrapped around her waist and legs, and her body ran away. She fell from the sky and got in through the window.

The room was dark with curtains drawn. Joey didn't get used to the light in it until a while later. The man put her on the bed and waved her hand. The candlestick on the table lit silently, bringing soft and warm light.

The cold big hand stretched out to her collar, Joey pressed his hand, "moxiling..."

The man stood by the bed and looked down at her. There was no emotion on his face: "still distressed?"

Joey blushed. Of course not. She misunderstood. She should take the initiative to make peace, but I don't know why. She didn't say anything to apologize?

The man's eyes were printed with candlelight, like the brightest cold star in the sky. Joey was inexplicably guilty under his gaze. At this moment, his hand moved, and the whole dress was stripped off, leaving only the underwear inside.

The man looked at her with cold eyes and said nothing. He picked up the medicine oil and wiped it for her. He used his strength like punishment. Joey grinned with pain, but stubbornly refused to beg for mercy.

After a while, her body was all rubbed pink by him, plus those green and purple marks. Under the flickering light, the strong visual impact made the man breathe unsteadily, the Adam's apple slid up and down, his eyes were like fire, and he stared at the delicate body in his hands.

Joey knows him too well.

With a jump in her heart, she quickly turned over, "moxiling, it's OK."

But the way she wanted to cover up was more exciting to men. She heard the sound of loosening her belt, and then the sound of clothes falling on the ground.

Joey swallowed hard. "Moxiling, not now. I'm in pain."

As soon as the voice fell, she heard his footsteps leaving. Then there was a sound of water in the bathroom. He was taking a bath for her. Fortunately, although there was no light in the room, there was hot water.

Soon, he came again, took her into the bathroom and put her in the bathtub. His voice was hoarse with depression: "taking a bath is good for you."

Joey opened his eyes and looked at him. As she expected, there was only one pair of underwear left on the man, and his slender and strong body was exposed in front of her. She opened her eyes shyly. He used to come in and soak with her. Unexpectedly, he went into the shower room, turned on the cold water and poured it down.

Joey was stunned for a while. He was even a little lost, but he laughed at himself again.