Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Joey stood still and looked around. The man had loosened her. She was tall and straight, with dark blue dress, silver buttons and a pair of white hands hanging on both sides. He seemed to be looking at her, with a look behind the mask.

Joey didn't react yet, but joxinya cried and said wrongfully, "Joey, how can you do this? Last time I robbed my boyfriend, this time I wanted to repeat it. You've been like this since childhood. Do you still think I'm your cousin? "

At this point, the onlookers knew what was going on? Look at Joey with some disdain.

Mr. Mo pondered for a moment and said, "there may be some misunderstanding, but it's the lady who wants to stay." He pointed to Joey.

Everyone was in an uproar. Qiao Xinya was so angry that her chest fluctuated violently. The beautiful arc attracted the eyes of many men. But Mr. Mo didn't glance at the corner of his eye and made an invitation gesture to Joey.

Joey subconsciously turned to look at the man with unusually cold hands standing behind her.

It's strange that the man is no longer there. After a while, he disappeared.

In full view of the public, Joey had to follow Mr. mo. She saw Miss Mo in a purple dress following them and walking with two young men.

The party went out of the hall, went up an arc staircase, and entered a large side hall. Through the side hall, there was a deep corridor with twists and turns. Not long after walking, tall arches appeared, and she was brought to the white world.

Joey finally couldn't help but say, "Mr. Mo, where are you taking me?"

"Miss Qiao," said Mr. Mo in a cold voice, "you have to pay for your dishonesty."

"Did I do anything wrong?" Joey stopped suddenly. "It's getting late. I want to go home."

Mr. Mo turned and looked at her. "You should learn to obey, which will make you suffer less."

Joey was flustered by his inexplicable words: "Mr. Mo, I was invited to the dance. I have the freedom to go home. You can't do this to me."

Mr. Mo smiled: "Miss Qiao, you should be honored to be elected."

"What did you choose? Be Miss Mo's best friend? "

Mr. Mo stepped forward and said, "you'll know soon."

Joey still stood still, but her hands pushed her behind her. Looking back, there was a young man standing behind her, and Miss Mo and another young man didn't know when they had left.

Even if she was pushed, Joey refused to go. The young man stretched out his hand and was about to take measures against her. Mr. Mo didn't look back, but said, "Arnold, don't touch her."

The young man shrugged his shoulders, smiled at the corners of his mouth and dropped his hands.

Mr. Mo seemed to sigh gently, "Miss Qiao, I said you should learn to obey before you won't suffer."

Joey is a stubborn temper. The more threatening she is, the more she doesn't listen. More importantly, she is aware of the danger. Now she needs to find a way to get out.

Mr. Mo turned back to her, didn't speak, just stared at her quietly. After a while, he reached out and took off his mask. Looking at her, he seemed confused.

Joey was also looking at him. He was younger than expected. He was about thirty years old. He had short black hair. Under his two thick eyebrows were a pair of sharp black eyes, which looked extremely fierce and had a dignity that could not be ignored.

They watched silently for a few minutes. Mr. Mo suddenly made a gesture to Arnold. Arnold turned and walked away. Joey looked surprised and turned back, but found that Mr. Mo in front of her had also left.

They left her here!