Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Joey slept until midnight and woke up habitually. She was close to a warm body behind her. She was very familiar with the cold fingers on her waist and the hot breath in her neck. It was mexiling!

I thought he would not come again after he left last night. Unexpectedly, this guy slipped in again while she was asleep.

Joey was not frightened by him for the first time, but an inexplicable and shallow joy filled his heart. She bent her lips and smiled silently.

The man's low voice rang in his ear: "what are you laughing at?"

Uh... Joey quickly closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

But the man pinched her waist, "are you laughing at me?"

Sensitive and arrogant man, she doesn't bother to laugh at him. Joey pretended not to wake up and said vaguely, "don't make trouble, go to sleep."

The man smiled behind him, and then returned to peace.

After a while, Joey didn't calm down and asked him, "what are you laughing at?"

The man didn't say a word. Joey pinched his hand. "Are you laughing at me?"

"Presumptuous!" The man whispered.

Joey was so scared that he stuck out his tongue, but he was not afraid of death. Since they had experienced those things together, she was not so afraid of him, but bred a friendship of sharing adversity.

The man pinched her again, "still laughing."

Hearing that he was in a good mood, Joey struck while the iron was hot: "moxiling, are we friends?"

"I never make friends with women."

Male chauvinism came again. Joey frowned angrily: "why?"

"Women are too weak." The implication is that he is not qualified to be his friend.

"Then why do you come to me every night? And stand up for me? "

"You are my woman."

Joey sighed. She was really shocked when she heard this sentence for the first time. Now she heard it with contempt. The devil is his woman. After all, she is a ghost. She will not give herself to a ghost!

But now she didn't dare to disobey him. When she couldn't hear it, she sighed faintly, "I promised to be free for a few days, but I didn't use it for a day."

"That's your business."

"It's not fair. It should be postponed."

"Don't bargain with me."

Although the man's voice was cold, his tone was not severe. Joey got along with him for a period of time and knew more or less, and suddenly turned around.

The waist was tightly fastened by the man: "don't move."

Joey explained, "it's impolite for me to talk with my back to you."

"That's good," the man opened his mouth and sprayed hot air into her neck. It didn't prick at all, but it was itchy.

"Why don't you let me turn around?" Joey didn't know which tendon he was wrong. He dared to tease him: "don't you dare to look at me?"

As a result, the man replied bluntly: "ugly, don't want to see."

Joey grew up without hearing anyone say she was ugly. The girl's pride made her fight back immediately: "is there something wrong with your eyes? Am I ugly? There is a row of boys chasing me in our school. "

The man asked seriously, "how many rows do you say?"

Joey continued to boast, "there are at least thirty or forty."

There was no sound behind him.

Joey deliberately asked, "why don't you talk?"

"I'm thinking," the man said faintly, "what is the fastest way to destroy them."

Although it sounded like a joke and came out of a ghost's mouth, Joey's heart pounded and his face turned red quietly.

"Moxiling, did you like anyone before you died?"

The man replied, "I'm not dead."

Joey turned his mouth and didn't live or die until now. Isn't that an old goblin?

She continued the topic just now: "have you ever liked anyone? I mean women. "

The man answered very definitely, "No."

Joey's heart is a little bad. He sleeps together every day. He doesn't feel for her?

After a moment of silence, she asked, "why don't you ask me if I have a boyfriend at school?"

The man was still very sure, "you didn't."

"Who said I didn't?" Joey deliberately said, "I fell in love when I was a freshman."

The man's tone suddenly became cold: "I hate being cheated."

Joey's heart jumped and smiled to find steps for himself: "you hear it, I'm kidding."

The man suddenly turned her around, and the dark eyes made Joey's heart jump.

"Remember," he said very seriously, "never deceive me."

Joey said softly, and the man then said, "Whoever deceives me will come to no good end."

The cold and stiff tone reminded her of sister LAN being pinched by him. What she remembered more was the taste of being pinched by him, the taste of dying. I couldn't help shivering in my heart.

Cold fingers lifted her chin and forced her to look at him: "remember?"

"Remember," Joey replied honestly, "I remember."

In the dark, the man's eyes flickered, slowly lowered his head, hesitated, and seemed to be tentative. They brushed gently on her lips, just like the tentacles of a butterfly, but stirred up layers of ripples in her heart, swinging outward in circles for a long time.

Joey's face was as red as bleeding. He was stunned for a moment. Seeing that the man had no other actions, he turned over silently and quietly pressed his pounding heart.

The embrace behind her became hot, which made her a little unbearable. Joey didn't dare to move. He stiffened and slowly closed his eyes.

Joey got up early the next day because he was going to the hospital.

The moment she opened her eyes, she thought of mexiling, but there was nothing behind him. He had gone.

Joey was stunned for a moment. It seemed that whether she got up early or late, he would never be there. Before, she thought it was a ghost that couldn't show up during the day, so moxiling left before dawn. But it turns out that mexiling can not only show up during the day, but also everyone can see him. In that case, why didn't he wait for her to wake up and see her?

At the thought of this, she suddenly laughed. Why did moxiling wait until she woke up? Joey, Joey, people and ghosts are different. Don't get trapped!

Wash and change clothes. When Joey went downstairs, he slipped into mosiyu's room and put the stack of money under her pillow. What should be asked for, what should be paid back or what should be paid back.

On the first floor, mosiyu just came in with a stick of flowers. When he saw her, he smiled: "why is it so early today?"

Joey said, "my father is opening a shop today. I have to go to the hospital for a shift."

"I can't get a car here. Let me see you off."

"It's always nice of you," said Joey, looking at the restaurant. Mo Qingze sat there quietly for breakfast. She lowered her voice and said, "I want to take your brother's car into the city. I don't know whether he will or not?"

"As long as you want, he has nothing to refuse." Mosiyu took her to the restaurant, smiled and said to Mo Qingze, "brother, please take Yi for a while. She's going to the hospital to see her mother."

Mo Qingze always looked serious. Looking at Joey, he said faintly, "hurry up, I don't like waiting for someone."

Joey quickly took a piece of bread in his hand. "I eat on the road and can go at any time." She found that the tone of the Mohists was the same, so was mexiling and moqingze. Sure enough, what kind of ancestors, what kind of descendants, passed down from one generation to another!

Mo Qingze didn't care about her. He left with his briefcase after eating. Joey chased up while eating bread.

She didn't dare to sit in the front row. Feeling embarrassed, she opened the back door and sat in. Mo Qingze looked back at her, "don't drop bread crumbs in my car."

Joey Oh, put his hand on the edge of his mouth for fear of missing a bit of bread crumbs.

After eating the bread, she wiped her hands with a paper towel. She didn't dare to throw it into the car and stuffed it in the outer bag of her bag. She was ready to get out of the car and throw it away. Mexiling looks a little clean, and even this has been passed on to future generations.

Because they didn't speak, the atmosphere in the car seemed a little strange. Joey didn't say anything: "Mr. Mo, your car is so beautiful... Imported?"

Mo Qingze glanced at her in the back view and didn't make a sound.

Joey was a little embarrassed and found steps for himself: "it's so beautiful. It must be an imported car."

Mo Qingze answered: "do you mean that domestic cars are not beautiful?"

"No, domestic cars are also developing very well, but in terms of high-end, they are inferior. After all, foreign high-end cars have a longer history and richer experience."

Mo Qingze snorted, "you have opinions."

Joey suddenly remembered the card, hesitated and said, "Mr. Mo, that black card..."

"What's the problem?"

"I think it's too expensive, or..."

"Don't refuse, it will only embarrass both of us."

When the big hat was buttoned down, Joey could not refuse and changed the topic: "Mr. Mo, which generation of ancestors is mexiling?"

Mo Qingze's face was quite cold: "Miss Qiao, you don't need to be curious about mexiling, just absolutely obey."

Joey said, "I think it's a little funny. Moxiling said that the black card was his."

"Don't doubt his words," Mo qingzedun said. "All the things of Mohism are his."

Joey was a little puzzled, but Mo Qingze's face was not very good. She was an interesting person. Of course, she wouldn't ask the bottom. Since Mo Qingze said these things, she listened. Quan thought that the card belonged to Mo Xiling and was at ease. When there was still a deal between them, she slept with him every night, and he paid her. Although it's a little hard to say, she doesn't really sell herself. The Qing is self-cleaning. There's nothing to be afraid of.

After walking for a while, Mo Qingze suddenly said, "there is no redundant driver at home. You can buy a car for you. Take the driver's license test as soon as possible, and it will be more convenient to come out later."

He mentioned it suddenly. Joey was stunned for two seconds to understand. With this meaning, is mo Qingze going to let her stay in the Mohist School for a long time? What's his heart?