Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Joey didn't dare to sleep. Although he closed his eyes, he pricked up his ears to listen to men.

After a while, the man lay down, his hands crossed on his lower abdomen, and his body was as straight as a board.

Joey looked at him half open and couldn't help his stomach: only perverts sleep like this.

After a while, the man put his hand on the bedside table and put out the lamp.

The room suddenly fell into darkness. Joey Aesop opened his eyes. After slowly applying the darkness, he vaguely saw the abnormal man keep his sleeping position.

There is a distance of about 20 cm between them. For Joey, this is a safe distance, but I don't know what they will look like when they fall asleep?

She doesn't believe in mexiling. In her opinion, a man who imprisoned her and forced her has no trust at all. But his atonement at night made her feel that he should never touch her again. If he really kept his word and let her go tomorrow morning, she would forget about it and would not sue him, because it was useless for the rich Mohist to bully a girl with no background. In today's society, it was a very small thing.

In the middle of the night, Joey woke up with a start. She felt that moxiling's cold hand was holding her ankle.

Still can't help it? Joey sneered in her heart and narrowed her eyes, but her face was purple with embarrassment.

The man was still sleeping straight as at first, but she leaned sideways, put her legs on his legs and her hands on his waist, pestering him like an octopus.

The man is pinching her ankle and carefully putting it back in its original position.

Joey didn't dare to go out, pretended to turn over, quickly took his hand back, turned and lay on his back. The heart is "bang bang" beating vigorously.

"Wake up?" Behind him came the man's low voice.

Joey pretended to sleep and would never open his eyes at this time. It's a shame.

The man's hot breath sprayed into his neck. He leaned over. Joey became more and more nervous. His hands clenched his fists and his body was stiff.

The man's body didn't stick close to her, but buried his face in her neck and took a deep breath. Soon, the feeling of fine needle pricking came again. Joey felt that every cell in his neck was exploding, wave after wave.

She didn't dare to move. Based on her previous experience, she knew that as long as she kept silent, mexiling wouldn't do anything to her.

I don't know how long later, she heard a slight voice from the man, like a sigh of satisfaction. His voice was low and dull, "turn around."

Joey didn't move and decided to pretend to be dead.

"I know you're awake. Turn around."

Joey was determined not to move, but suddenly felt something light and quickly brushed his neck, hot, soft and wet.

Her body shook... Is that... His tongue?

Although they had a relationship, he just plundered her hard. He never showed her the intimacy between men and women. But now, he licks her... Does he have any new tricks besides smelling her?

She was in a panic, and he licked it again.

Joey couldn't help it any more. He turned around, anxious, afraid and angry. He looked at him with timid eyes and a trembling voice: "you said you wouldn't touch me again."

The man stretched out his hand to turn on the light, slightly raised his mouth, and a mischievous smile flashed in his eyes: "who makes you disobedient, that's punishment."

Joey pressed down her fear and tried to keep her voice calm: "what do you want me to do?"

The man's smile instantly gathered away, his voice was cold, with an ordered tone: "look into my eyes."

His voice was forced, and Joey looked up at him almost reflexively.

The man's eyes are darker than ever, like an ancient well, with some mysterious power, so that she can't help being dragged in.

Two seconds later, Joey's eyes began to dissipate, as if his soul was out of his body and looked at the man blankly.

Mexiling looked at her for a moment, reached out and closed her eyes, then turned over and got out of bed.

When Joey woke up, the room was full of bright sunshine, the sky outside the window was blue, white clouds blossomed, and thousands of golden shops sprinkled on the earth.

She stretched and cried happily. When she got out of bed and put on her shoes, she found that she had a wound on the instep of her foot, but the scab was almost healed. She remembered that she got it when she was competing with mosiyu to climb the tree. Because of this, mosiyu felt guilty and wiped the medicine for her herself.

She looked around her pink room and couldn't help laughing. Mosiyu was the eldest lady raised in the boudoir. She was also drunk. Did she think she was a little Lori of fifteen or sixteen?

After washing, she found a light green skirt and put it on. The texture is soft and the fit is excellent, which outlines her exquisite figure perfectly.

Joey stood in front of the mirror and looked left and right. He was very satisfied. It was good to be a best friend with the rich. He ate well, dressed well, lived well, lived a quality life, and even felt better.

She hopped downstairs with her handbag. When she met mozino on the stairs, she raised her hand and said, "morning, Arnold."

Mozino replied with a smile, "good morning, Miss Qiao."

"Arnold, just call me Yi."

"OK, Yi, go down and have breakfast."

His bright smile made her heart jump, answered well, and walked quickly past him.

Mozino is mosiyu's brother. She is tall, handsome and sunny. She is very... In line with her requirements for her boyfriend. Of course, she knows herself very well. She can be a best friend with the rich. Even if her boyfriend and girlfriend are too different, one side is strong and the other side is weak, there will be no happiness.

But when she got to the downstairs hall, she was stunned. Mozino sat on the soft collapse by the window and was staring at the bright sunshine outside.

What's going on? He went upstairs. Why is he here again? Did he rush in front of her to the hall from another way, deliberately trying to tease her?

Joey walked over quietly, stretched out his hand fiercely and patted him heavily on the shoulder: "what the hell are you doing?"

The man who was photographed was not startled. He slowly turned back and saw her with cold eyes. Joey's smile stiffened on his face and said, "hehe, I didn't scare you."

The man did not speak, but still looked at her coldly.

Joey was a little embarrassed. "Well, you don't like this joke, ha ha..."

Mosiyu came in at this time, "Yi Yi, why are you here? Go and have breakfast." Maybe she found the atmosphere wrong. She smiled and said, "Yi, let me introduce him. He is mo Ziyu and he is a twin brother."

Joey was embarrassed. It turned out that he was not mozino

"Sorry, I thought it was Arnold..." Joey explained with a red face.

Mozi glanced at her coldly, turned his head back and continued to look out of the window in a daze.

Joey also wanted to explain that he was dragged away by mosiyu.

"Ignore him. He's like that. Although he and Arnold are twins, their personalities are completely different. One is like fire and the other is like ice. "

Joey was a little depressed: "he seems to be angry."

"No, he is so cold to everyone, as if the whole world owed him money."

After entering the restaurant, the rectangular table was covered with snow-white and gilded tablecloth, on which were placed large and small plates and cups: bread, cake, smoked meat, fried eggs, jam, fruit juice, milk... Everything.

What attracts Joey's eyes is not the food, but the beautiful tableware. For a designer, the visual impact is often the most sensitive.

Seeing her staring at the plate, mosiyu smiled and said, "do you like porcelain? I'll give you one later. "

"No, no, I just think they're beautiful." Joey sincerely appreciated it and asked, "where's your big brother?"

"He is a workaholic and went to the company early in the morning." Mosiyu asked her to sit down: "eat quickly. After eating, we can go out."

"Where are you going?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to go home today? I'll take you back and visit my uncle and aunt. "

Joey is strange. Did she say she was going home today?

After breakfast, mosiyu drove her Maserati out with Joey.

Joey sat in the co pilot and watched her skillfully driving the car on the road. She said with envy, "have you been driving for a long time?"

"Yes, for a long time." Mosiyu smiled at her: "do you want to try?"

"No, no," Joey waved hurriedly, "how dare I? I just signed up at the driving school. When I have time to take the driving test, I also buy a car to drive."

"What do you like? I'll see you off. " Mosiyu said, "I have a new model of this car. Order one for you?"

Joey stared at her in amazement. Is it really so good to be the best friend of the rich? Millions of cars?

She smiled dryly: "really send me?"

"Of course it's true," mosiyu glanced at her. "Why don't you go to the car store and pick up the car before you go back to your house?"

Joey swallowed a mouthful of water and was very excited, but her reason still existed. Of course, she wouldn't accept such a valuable gift. She smiled twice and told the truth: "it's too valuable. I dare not want it."

"What's the matter," mosiyu said disapprovingly, "you are my friend. You can have whatever I have."

Joey silently said, "Siyu, don't you have any other friends besides me?"

Mosiyu looked a little gloomy: "no, I seldom go out, so my brothers held a dance to let me know more friends."

Joey licked his lips and finally asked what he wanted to ask most: "why did you pick me?"

Mosiyu smiled, "eye edge."

There is indeed an eye relationship between people. When Joey was just a freshman, there were six girls in the bedroom. Han Xi was the first one to smile at her. At that moment, they became best friends. Roommates all joked that she and Han Xi were inseparable from their parents and called them good friends.

She looked at mosiyu with her face sideways. She was happy and had another friend. It's good!

It's not because you can get benefits from making friends with the rich, but mosiyu calls her heart very much.

Mosiyu doesn't have a golden shelf at all. He does a lot of things himself. He can take care of people. He is kind and generous, quiet and gentle. He and Han Xi are two very different personalities.

With Joey showing the way, mosiyu quickly drove to the front of Joe's small supermarket.

Joey couldn't wait to open the door, get off and rush into the store. His mother Fang Jialiang was calculating at the cashier. When she saw the person coming in, she looked up and smiled happily: "Yi, why are you back? Didn't you say you'd like to stay for a week?"

Father Qiao Zhenxuan tidied up the vegetables in the fresh food area. When he heard the sound, he came over and looked at his baby daughter and smiled: "Yi is back."

Joey looked around the store and frowned, "why don't you have any guests? At ordinary times, there are always neighbors coming to buy vegetables at this time! "

"Hey, don't mention it," Fang Jialiang said. "Isn't there a new small supermarket across the street? When the new store opened, things were so cheap that all the guests went opposite. "

"It's all right," Qiao Zhenxuan said. "It's all like this. It'll be fine in a few days. You can't always buy so cheap. Won't you lose money?"

At this time, Hou mosiyu came in and greeted Qiao's parents with a smile: "Hello, uncle and aunt."

Joey quickly introduced: "Dad, mom, she is mosiyu."

Qiao Zhenxuan smiled and nodded, but Fang Jialiang was overwhelmed with excitement and hurriedly took a chair for Mo Siyu.