Devil President, Don't Bite Me

After a tug of war with mosiyu, Joey not only didn't return his mother's hospitalization expenses, but also had a bank card in his hand. She sat on the sofa, looked at the cash neatly coded on the tea table and the dark bank card, and sighed.

The only conclusion was that the Mohists were too local tyrants. The local tyrants begged for money and wanted to put money in her pocket.

Joey, like her father, doesn't like receiving favors for nothing because she's not at ease. It seems that the more Mohists give her, the more she will have to bear, and she is not sure she can satisfy them.

She stretched out and went to the window. The night wind in early summer was particularly soft on her face. A full moon hung in the sky like a white jade plate. There were not many stars, but they were very bright. They were decorated on the black velvet night curtain. Compared with the urban area, the night sky here is much clearer, which makes people feel comfortable.

Joey felt a little uneasy. It was like a mess. She couldn't straighten out her mind. Anxious, moxiling's face flashed in her heart. At this time, she realized that she had been waiting for him and the ghost!

Yes, she's waiting for him. She's waiting very urgently!

As time went by, Joey was bored by waiting. She took a bath, leaned against the bed in her pajamas and played games with her mobile phone. But the games she likes to play at ordinary times can't make her concentrate. She looks up at the door from time to time. She has been hung up several times because of this. She has played several games, but she hasn't played a level.

She threw her cell phone on the bedside table, slid down and pulled the quilt over her head. It's almost twelve o'clock. Why hasn't moxiling come yet? Hum! Don't come after you don't come!

On second thought, don't let her go and pester others?

As soon as the idea appeared, she sat up and was stunned. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether she was happy or sad?

She has always wanted to get rid of the entanglement of mexiling. If this is true, it is gratifying! But... Think about it carefully, he is not so terrible. As long as he is obedient, he never hurts her and even helps her revenge. Although the means are a little unbearable, he has helped her.

Joey fell on the bed and tossed about, distracted by the sudden idea. I took my cell phone to see the time. It's almost a little faster. He hasn't appeared yet. It seems that he really won't come.

The window was half open, and the night wind gently brushed the curtains. Joey jumped out of bed and went to the window to poke his head out. The ground lights and street lights outside went out. It was dark outside, and only the moonlight was shining on the tall trees. Clusters, clusters, occasionally shaking in the wind, like monsters lurking in the night.

Joey turned her head back and looked hard at the roof. She didn't know if mexiling was on it?

When she heard herself calling mexiling's name in a very low voice, she was startled, covered her mouth and closed the window quickly.

She is really crazy. The ghost has let her go. Do you want to call him back and continue to be pestered by him?

As soon as he turned back, the door opened. The man stood there with a long jade standing, looking a little impatient: "you call me?"

Joey was as stiff as being struck by thunder. His mouth opened again and again. It took him a long time to say, "you, you heard me?"

Mexiling came in and closed the door with his back hand. "What are you looking for me for?"

Joey blushed slightly, but his eyes lit up when he looked at him. He sat him on the sofa and looked at him with his head tilted.

Mexiling didn't like her eyes. They were too straightforward, too flattering and greedy, as if he were a pile of glittering gold.

His face sank and his voice was cold: "step back three steps."

Joey obediently stepped back three steps, sat by the bed and smiled at him: "don't be angry, moxiling. I asked you out to make a deal with you."

The man frowned: "transaction?"

Joey cleared his throat and asked solemnly, "when did you die, mexiling?"

The man's face turned black again, "what do you mean?"

Joey quickly explained: "you are the ancestor of Mohism and certainly not from this era, so you don't understand the principles of people in our era. We modern people believe in equal exchange and fair trade. For example, you come to me every night because you like my taste, but I can't let you smell it in vain. You have to exchange things with me. In this way, everyone is mutually beneficial and win-win! " She tried to speak as loudly as possible so that moxiling could hear a little, so as to deceive him.

The man looked at her quietly for a while and turned his eyes to the tea table, where there was a pile of money and a bank card.

He suddenly smiled: "you are really greedy. Come on, how much do you want?"

Joey knew he had misunderstood and said, "I don't want money. I want your saliva."

The man raised his eyebrows and said, "what do you want my saliva to do?"

"Your saliva can quickly eliminate scars. I want to make it into a special potion," Joey said more and more. "Once such a magical potion is available, it must be very popular. You provide raw materials, I'm responsible for production and sales, and I'll make money. How about half and half of us?"

After listening to her, the man asked seriously, "how much are you going to sell a bottle?"

"Well, it can't be too expensive. Ordinary people can't afford it, and it can't be too cheap. Cheap lowers the grade. I want to divide it into two specifications, the small 188 and the large 288. If it sells well, you can develop several more, such as ordinary models, upgraded models and platinum models. Make some gimmicks to sell better."

"188 can buy my saliva..." the man smiled: "it's fantastic."

Joey hehe: "it's good to sell money. If people know that saliva is mixed in the potion, who will buy it!"

The man's slender white fingers tapped on the armrest of the sofa a few times, "do you want mass production?"

"Of course, if you do it big, you can't make it small."

"Even if I keep spitting, it is estimated that there is no liter at the end of the day. How can you mass produce?"

Uh... Joey was stunned. She didn't think about it.

After thinking about it, she asked, "aren't you a ghost, can't you change more?"

"I'm not a ghost."

"What are you?"

"You don't need to know what I am," said the man coldly. "There's one more thing you probably don't know. Moxiling never deals with women!"

Joey angrily: "what's the matter with women? You don't come to me every night. Don't come if you have the ability! "

The man stood up slowly, his body flashed, and suddenly came in front of her. His cold fingers raised her chin: "Joey, I said obedience won't suffer. Why can't you remember?"

His tall body stood in front of him like a mountain, emitting a cold breath all over, like Shura returning from hell, gloomy and terrible.

Joey immediately remembered the scene when he pinched sister LAN, looked down and looked at his fingers pinched on his chin with fear that if he was angry, his fingers would move down, making her feel the taste of dying.

She wanted to laugh. It was more ridiculous than crying. The man frowned. She immediately froze her expression and begged for mercy and said, "if you don't agree, just treat me as if I didn't say it, okay?"

The man loosened her and pointed to the money and card on the sofa: "these are not enough?"

Joey breathed a sigh of relief and shrunk into bed. "That's not mine."

The man went over, picked up the bank card and looked at it: "your name is printed on it. Why not?"

Joey was stunned and went over to look carefully. Under the light, a line of letters glittered. It was indeed her initials. She couldn't help being surprised. According to this, this card was specially made for her.

"Take it. The money in it is enough for you to spend."

"I don't want it," Joey said. "I'm not used to using other people's money."

"It's not someone else's, it's mine." Mexiling put the card in the palm of her hand: "mine can be used."

"Why?"

"Because you are my woman."

Joey's hand shook and suddenly seemed to hold a hot hand. Na Na said, "mexiling, when will I become your woman?"

"Always." The man said and walked to the door: "I promise you three days of freedom and the last day."

When Joey understood what he meant, the man had already disappeared at the door. She hurried out. The corridor was deep and quiet. Where was his shadow!

Joey stood at the door and whispered to the air, "mexiling, come back and we'll talk again."

There was silence in response to her. She shouted again, but there was still no response. It was obvious that moxiling had gone far.

Joey shrugged and pulled her head back into the room. The card in her hand was wet with sweat from the palm of her hand. She wiped the card on her clothes and took it under the lamp. During the day, the card was dark and didn't look amazing, but under the lamp, it showed another look. The dark and complex patterns, the gold thread inlaid inside, and the brushed letters printed with her name all showed low-key luxury.

Joey was secretly surprised. Is this the legendary black card?

Mexiling said the money was his, but mosiyu said it was given by Mo Qingze. Who said it was true?

After careful consideration, it is also possible that Mo Qingze made an excuse under the order of Mo Xiling and gave her money through Mo Siyu. After all, Mo Xiling is the ancestor of the Mohist family, and Mo Qingze has to listen to him.

This guy seems to have a human accident. She should be compensated for spending so much money in the presidential suite. It's just... She looked at the black card in her hand. It's too much. It's said that the black card is unlimited overdraft, that is, she can even use this card to buy an airplane, a yacht, or something more expensive.

Joey leaned against the head of the bed, narrowed her eyes and dreamed of fantasy. She was stuck in her hand and had everything. Her dream of traveling around the world could be realized!