Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Joey was tired of standing as a scoundrel, so he thought of the food area and wanted to eat more. As soon as I looked up, I saw a man sitting at the long table from a distance. From her angle, I just saw his profile. The dark blue knight's clothes, the silver round buttons glittered, the back of the waist was straight, and I was eating gracefully.

Joey's breath stagnated. It was the strange man. He finally came.

Probably aware of her gaze, the man turned his head and looked over. Across most of the dance hall and across the laughing handsome men and women, their eyes met in mid air.

The man's eyes were deep and cold, which shocked Joey's heart. He hurriedly staggered his eyes and looked away. But the man's eyes were still locked on her.

Just then someone invited her to dance. Joey handed her hand over without thinking about it. She needs someone to take her out of the man's sight.

When they stepped into the dance floor, the man's hand had not put on Joey's waist, but the music stopped suddenly.

All the people stopped and looked around inexplicably. There is a sound from the loudspeaker, gentle and pleasant.

"Everybody, tonight's dance is over."

Everyone was surprised. It was not too late. Why did the party end without any sign?

As they were talking, the man said, "please be quiet."

Although he was gentle, his tone was indisputable. The noisy ballroom soon quieted down. Everyone heard that he had something to say next.

In the silence, the suspected master of Mohism came to the podium and glanced lightly and lightly at everyone present, as if searching for something.

The people at the bottom are a little excited. Is it to reveal which lucky man will become Miss Mo's best friend?

The girls unconsciously stood forward, and the men naturally retreated behind. Joey didn't like to join the fun and mix in the crowd behind.

The sound in the loudspeaker rang again, "miss johnya, please step out."

Qiao Xinya gave a low scream, and her excitement was beyond expression, but she was a famous lady who had seen the world and a little famous star. She was calm, took a step forward with her skirt, raised her face and looked at the condescending middle-aged man on the stage.

Joey was a little surprised. Unexpectedly, the good thing was really caught by Joey Xinya!

"Are you johnya?" There was a trace of uncertainty in the tone of the man on the stage.

"Yes, Mr. Mo, I'm Qiao Xinya."

"No, you're not Qiao Xinya," the man called Mr. Mo shook his head. He suddenly looked up and looked up quickly. Everyone followed him, but there was nothing in the empty corridor upstairs.

The voice in the loudspeaker was still gentle: "Miss Qiao Xinya, please stand out."

Joy's heart suddenly jumped. She just remembered that an hour ago, she told the man playing the piano upstairs that her name was Qiao Xinya.

She quickly lowered her head and even half bent down to hide herself.

At this time, the crowd separated on both sides and made way. Joey soon saw a pair of Painted Leather Boots in sight. She slowly raised her head. It was Mr. Mo on the stage.

His frozen eyes shot out of the hole in the mask, sharp and incomparable.

Joey couldn't help shaking in his heart, but he pretended to be nothing and stood there.

Compared with the gentle voice in the loudspeaker, Mr. Mo's voice was a little cold: "are you miss Qiao Xinya?"

Joey opened her mouth and didn't speak. Suddenly a figure rushed over and took off the mask on her face: "she's not Joey, her name is Joey, I'm Joey!" Then he gave her a push.

Joey was pushed and staggered. Fortunately, someone in the crowd helped her not to fall, but the hand... Was unusually cold, with a sense of familiarity that frightened her.