Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Joey thought it was incredible that she went shopping with a ghost in broad daylight. But I was so happy that when I walked in the street for the first time, I turned back so much that almost all passers-by cast curious eyes on them. This is because there is a man with high appearance and high temperament around. He attracts people's attention with sunglasses. If he takes them off, Joey can't imagine what amazing eyes the passers-by will give.

She seldom saw mexiling during the day. When she looked carefully, she also felt amazing. In the sun, he showed a rare clarity, with a neat short hair, two dark slender eyebrows, a tall nose, dark red lips, a white shirt, untied two buttons, revealing a small white chest. Joey's eyes stopped for a moment and his face turned red. She thought that she had seen him naked, which really made women's blood flow.

"Don't look at me like that." Being distracted, the man's cold voice rang in his ears.

Joey's face reddened, but he deliberately teased him: "what kind of eyes?"

"Cannibal eyes."

Joey was so embarrassed that he stretched out his hand to hit him, but the man easily caught him and frowned: "don't be presumptuous to me!" Then she didn't let go of her hand.

It was nearly noon. The sun was fierce. Joey was sweating on his forehead. The man's hand was still cold. It was suitable to hold it on her hand. Anyway, it was a ghost. She didn't avoid suspicion and let him hold it. I thought sweetly that there was such a protective god around me. Oh, no, protective ghost. No one can bully her in this world.

It's just... This ghost is not very obedient, and it's very male chauvinist. If it doesn't do it, it will hurt people. The violence is worth exploding! If only there were a way to tame him.

Thinking of this, she set a man's words: "moxiling, what are you most afraid of?"

"Afraid?" His expression is a little strange.

Joey was afraid that he might notice her intention, so he pushed himself out first: "I'm most afraid of snakes. What about you?"

The man smiled contemptuously: "there is no word 'fear' in my dictionary!"

Joey opened his mouth and was so arrogant... On second thought, he was a ghost. Of course, there was nothing terrible.

She asked again, "what do you like best, moxiling?"

"You..."

Joey's footsteps stagnated and his face was full of surprises. Is this a confession?

But soon, the following words came into my ears: "the smell of..."

Her heart seemed to ride a roller coaster. As soon as it soared into the sky, it fell back to the ground. It's not her, it's her smell!

"You haven't come these nights. I thought you didn't like it."

The man was silent for a while and suddenly released her hand, "it's not that I don't like it, it's..."

"What is it?" Joey looked down at his loosened hand and asked.

"Not sure."

"Not sure?" Joey asked strangely, "what do you mean?"

The man stopped, "you invited me to dinner."

"No problem," Joey still broke the casserole and asked, "what does uncertainty mean?"

"You ask too much," the man walked into a restaurant.

Joey had to follow in. Seeing the decoration inside, he quickly dragged mexiling: "we don't eat here."

"Why?"

"This kind of place is to put on airs. If you look good but don't like food, change another one." Joey tried to persuade him, "I'll take you to eat delicious food. That's the real color, smell and taste. Also, it's cold and quiet here. It's not lively at all. I don't like it. Go, go, go."

"I like it," said the man calmly, but his words were mean: "you don't want to take me to those dirty and noisy places. I won't go no matter how delicious it is."

"Why is it dirty and noisy? Of course not," Joey exaggerated. "It's lively. It won't be dirty. Trust me!"

The welcoming lady stood not far or near, did not answer, and waited with a smile, waiting for their decision.

Mexiling was still hesitating. Suddenly a voice sounded behind his back: "Yi, please invite the handsome man to dinner. Don't be reluctant to spend money!"

Joy turned around and saw that it was Qiao Xinya. She was wearing a bright yellow skirt, Princess sleeves, wide edges, waist closed and ponytail. She was smiling at her.

Joey had to say hello: "second cousin."

"Who is this?" Qiao Xinya looked at mexiling curiously.

"A friend," Joey said perfunctorily, "are you alone?"

"I've made an appointment with the director to talk about the play," joxinya raised her chin, Joey looked down her eyes, and a man in a cap was sitting at the table by the window.

Joey thought the man looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was for the moment?

"Didn't you recognize it? It's Hou. "

Joey suddenly realized that a small star appeared in his eyes: "director Hou Liang!" She is not keen on chasing stars, but she still knows director Hou Liang, because a small production film has won an international award and is now a hot figure in the film industry.

"Are you going to make a movie?"

"Well," said Qiao Xinya with a pleased look on her face, "although she is not a woman, there are still quite a lot of scenes."

"Congratulations, second cousin."

"You are also to be congratulated. You have become Miss Mohist's best friend!" Qiao Xinya's tone was more or less ironic. She was also angry about the day of the dance. It was clear that the master of the Mohist school called her Qiao Xinya's name, but it was Joey who was left in the end.

The man standing on the side has long been impatient, especially Joey's surprise when he heard Hou's name, which made him a little uncomfortable. He didn't like Joey's expression for irrelevant people.

"Go." He dragged Joey forward.

"Please stay." A man's voice came.

Moxiling ignored it and went straight ahead, but Joey stopped, turned his head and immediately shook off the man's hand with a surprised smile: "Hello, director Hou."

Qiao Xinya introduced: "Hou Dao, this is my cousin Joey."

Hou Liang smiled and nodded. "It's a cousin. No wonder it's so beautiful. Your Qiao family is really beautiful!"

Joey was a little embarrassed and lowered his head slightly, but he heard Moxi Ling's cold voice: "are you going or not?"

Uh! Joey hurriedly raised his head and almost forgot the ghost. Before he could speak, Hou guide first said, "it's rare that it's such a coincidence. Why don't we sit together?"

Mexiling simply refused: "no!"

Joey also felt a little inconvenient. After all, he was carrying a ghost. He was trying to politely refuse. Unexpectedly, Moxi Ling opened his mouth first and said it so frankly. She was embarrassed and smiled apologetically at Hou.

Director Hou has seen the world and cares. He takes out a card from his pocket and hands it to Joey: "Miss Qiao, this is my business card. If you are interested in making a movie, you can call me."

Joey was flattered and hurriedly picked it up. "Thank you, director Hou. I'm a layman."

"I like laymen. It's real enough."

Joey would like to say that as soon as his waist tightened, moxiling directly took her away in his arms.

Looking at the back of the two people leaving, Hou director smiled and shook his head, "your cousin's boyfriend is really overbearing."

Qiao Xinya didn't speak all the time, but she was sour when she opened her mouth: "Hou Dao, do you really like my cousin?"

"Your cousin is a little interesting," Hou said as he walked to the table. "She is young, beautiful and energetic, but I am more interested in her boyfriend."

Qiao Xinya's eyes turned and giggled: "Hou, you have too much appetite. You both like it!"

Hou Dao patted her on the ass: "you're smart."

Because moxiling's face was not very good-looking, Joey didn't dare to mention going out for dinner. He obediently followed him upstairs and asked for a quiet private room.

After ordering and waiting for the waiter to quit, moxiling closed the door, took off his sunglasses and threw them on the table. He sat silent, as if he were fighting with someone.

When the man's cold started, Joey was a little afraid. He raised his eyes and asked timidly, "what's the matter with you? Angry? "

The girl's big black and quiet eyes flashed like water.

Mexiling staggered his eyes and said in a cold voice, "are you so enthusiastic about everyone?"

"Isn't it good to be warm to people?" Joey said slowly, "that's basic politeness."

The man's voice was deep. "You are my woman. You just need to be enthusiastic about me."

Every time she hears this sentence, Joey doesn't know how to continue and ignores it automatically, but today, she doesn't want to avoid it. Since he mentioned it, she wanted to talk to him.

"Mexiling, I'm not anyone's woman, including you. Although we used to lie in the same bed, it was because you wanted to smell me. Nothing happened between me and you... "

The man interrupted her, "you mean, what do you want to happen?"

"Of course not," Joey blushed. "You're a ghost. I'm a man. People are ghosts. Understand? We are impossible. "

The man stared at her with dark eyes and squeezed out of his teeth word by word: "I'm not a ghost!"

Joey is helpless. I don't know why he always refuses to accept the fact that he is a ghost!

At this time, the door was gently pushed open, and the waiter came in to serve. He watched the dishes put on the table one by one. Joey was more helpless. Two people ate, and he ordered ten people's dishes.

What a waste! What a loser!

When the waiter withdrew, she asked curiously, "why can you eat human food? In my opinion, during the Qingming Festival, people always burn...... "

Before she finished, the man slapped his palm on the table and the dishes jumped up. Joey trembled and closed his mouth.

Mexiling didn't speak. He glared at her fiercely and put a piece of meat in his mouth.

Joey knew he had gone a little too far. Knowing that he didn't like to mention it, he kept asking. That's good. Success annoyed him!

She looks like a little daughter-in-law and only dares to clip the dishes in front of her.

It was quiet in the room. Mexiling ate slowly, and she dared not make a sound. The atmosphere was rather dull. After a while, a piece of beef was thrown into her bowl.

Joey looked up, the man was still calm, but he glanced at her unhappily.

Joey didn't know what was wrong. He laughed and even sprayed out the food in his mouth.

The man reacted quickly. As soon as he threw away the dishes and chopsticks, he flashed back. His expression was very strange, like disgust and helplessness.

Joey laughed even more, pulled a paper towel and wiped the sprayed food: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."