Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Mo Qingze looked at the back of mexiling and Joey. After a while, he asked, "how do you want to set them up?"

Mosiyu poured himself a glass of water: "brother, don't you still think about sending Joey away? Next time I'm afraid it won't be about three whips! "

Mo Qingze shook his head: "no, let him go. No one can stop Xiling's decision."

"I think so too," mosiyu said. "It's already like this. It's better to let them get along well and Xiling will be happier."

"Well," Mo Qingze nodded, "you and ZiNuo are best at this kind of thing. You two can discuss it. Remember, Xiling's safety is the most important."

"I know," mosiyu turned to see the two people walking farther and farther, but found that they had disappeared. She couldn't help laughing. Just now she taught Joey how to coax Moxi Ling. She looked reluctant. After a while, she and Moxi Ling went where they couldn't see.

In the garden, the scenery is pleasant, colorful, and the trees are sparsely supported. The stone path of the secluded path twists and turns. There are green leaves on the head. Turning the corner, a large vertical vine suddenly jumps into the line of sight, decorated with purple flowers dotted with stars and green leaves. It is very beautiful.

Joey opened his eyes, opened his mouth silently, and looked amazing.

"Like it?" The man's low sweet voice rang overhead.

Hearing the soft voice, Joey summoned up great courage and put his hand on his arm.

The man was slightly surprised, and his black eyes looked at her.

Joey blushed like blood and bowed his head shyly, but he couldn't speak. In my heart, I'm worried. Moxiling doesn't like to be close to people. Won't she get rid of her?

The man stood quietly for a while and took her hand off. Joey's heart hit like a drum. He was a little disappointed. He really didn't like to be close to people.

Mosiyu wants her to show her kindness to Moxi Ling, but he doesn't even give her a chance. What can she do?

To her surprise, the man took her hand but didn't loosen it. Instead, he held it in his cold palm and led her forward.

Joey couldn't tell what it was like in her heart. During the period when she thought mexiling was a ghost, she had a good feeling for mexiling. At that time, she even longed to be close to him, but when the memory fully recovered, she remembered the horror of mexiling. All her good feelings didn't fly, leaving only fear.

Now is the closest time they were so long ago. I don't know whether the sun is too warm today or the surrounding scenery is too beautiful. The moxiling walking in the shade of the tree shows a kind of gentleness and elegance rarely seen in ordinary times. Joey was close to him and smelled the clean smell of the man. For a moment, she suddenly felt that if he could do this all the time, it would be OK to be his woman.

"Later," his faint voice sounded, "don't let other men touch you."

Joey nodded hurriedly and felt his hand clenched by him. As soon as he looked up, he bumped into his dark eyes.

Joey's heart pounded, he sensed something, his lips moved, but there was no sound.

He slowly bowed his head and kissed her very gently on her face. It was as light as if he didn't touch it. Joey didn't even dare to go out. He just felt that the place he touched was as hot as fire.

"Nervous?" He asked.

Joey made a noise in his throat and didn't answer with a red face.

When she acquiesced, he smiled, like the spring breeze blowing open the ice, revealing the clear water, soft and moving.

Joey's eyes were straight, and his voice seemed to come from outside: "Nuo said women like this."

Then he looked at her as if waiting for her reaction. Joey suddenly feels funny. Mosiyu is right. Moshiling really has no experience with girls. Although she hasn't been in love, shouldn't she be self-taught?

Seeing her smile, the man reached out and rubbed her hair. His eyes became softer and softer: "you are too weak and need to be stronger."

Strong? Joey can't keep up with his thinking. Does he like a big man like sister LAN?

Looking down at her slender figure, I can't imagine becoming a muscle woman. From the heart, of course, she is resistant.

But if mexiling wants to make her like that according to his preference

Joey was a little tearful, and it didn't seem like much to show kindness to him!

The man clearly saw her reluctance. "Don't like being strong?"

Joey can't speak and explain. No girl likes to make herself full of pimples, right?

The man smiled, "well, you don't need it for the time being. I'll protect you."

Joey sighed in her heart that as long as he didn't bully her, she was fully capable of protecting herself.

After walking for a while, Joey's back was sweating. She wanted to sit down in the wooden chair on the side of the road, but the man didn't plan to stop. He seemed to enjoy this leisurely walk and led her forward.

In the pavilion, four Mohists sat drinking tea.

Mozino patted on the table: "come on, bet, when will they come out?"

Mosiyu said with a smile, "no, you're too addicted to gambling. You can bet on everything."

"It's fun," mozino smiled disapprovingly. "It's rare for Xiling to give you a chance. Don't waste it."

Mo Ziyu took out a hundred and put it on the table: "ten minutes."

"It's too short," Mo Qingze said. "Half an hour."

"I guess," mosiyu said slowly, "half an hour to an hour." She pressed two hundred.

Mozino laughed and let go two hundred: "more than an hour."

The money gathered together and pressed under the teapot. The four people didn't look anymore. They continued to chat and drink tea.

Deep in the garden, mercillin and Joey still held hands and walked in the beautiful scenery. I don't know I've become someone else's bet.

Joey kept a shy smile on his face, but he kept complaining in his heart. How long will he go? If she goes any further, her feet will be ruined. She was wearing a pair of sandals. It was very comfortable to walk, but after a long time, the small stones on the road always hurt her feet. After a few turns, her feet hurt and numb.

But no matter how painful it is, I have to bear it. I can't spoil the interest of Lord moxiling.

Although she couldn't speak and her face didn't show anything, mexiling had noticed that her arm was heavier than before. It was Joey's unconscious pressure on his arm.

He stopped. "Tired?"

Joey was already exhausted. At this time, he didn't show off his ability and nodded honestly.

The man pointed to the wooden chair on the side of the road: "go there and sit down."

Joey, who had admitted it and no longer covered it up, climbed his arm and tiptoed to the wooden chair.

After just two steps, her body suddenly emptied. It turned out that mexiling grabbed her up. She nestled in his arms, hung her eyes and didn't dare to look around. He took her to the wooden chair.

Moxi Ling sat down with her in her arms and took off her shoes. There were two deep marks made by the shoes on the instep. Looking at the soles of his feet, he frowned slightly, "why don't you say that your feet hurt?"

Joey smiled a little timidly and shook his head to show that it didn't matter.

The man took out his handkerchief and wrapped her feet. His cold fingers pressed on the soles of her feet and kneaded them gently.

Joey didn't expect him to do that. He didn't know what to do for a moment? She can't bear the bad of mexiling, and she doesn't seem to be able to bear his good. In my heart, I always feel that this scene is not very real.

And... Although he rubbed his feet solemnly, it made her feel itchy. The itch climbed up from his fingers, as if it even itched the root of his thigh.

Joey endured for a long time. Finally, he couldn't help holding down his hand.

The man looked up at her. There was a hot light flashing in his dark eyes.

Joey's heart didn't listen to him. She was so hot that her head was going to smoke. In a hurry, she jumped off the man's leg, but forgot that she didn't wear shoes and stepped on the raised stone on the ground. The soles of her feet were hurt and her face smoked in an instant.

Instead of reaching out to help her, the man looked at her grinning expression and looked curious.

Joey thought he was making fun of himself and made a big face. In fact, she is not a weak and confused character, but I don't know why she always gets a little embarrassed in front of mexiling.

The man stretched out his hand and held her in his arms. There was a shallow smile in his eyes: "you're fine."

He always talks strangely. Sometimes Joey can't understand and doesn't dare to ask. Now he can ask, but he can't. She felt her throat a little dry. She took out the throat candy given by Mo Ziyu and wanted to eat one.

As a result, the man took the small iron box from her hand, "Yu gave it?"

Joey nodded, pointed to the small iron box and raised his thumb, which meant that Mozi Yu was very good.

The man's eyes sank and threw the small iron box away. Joey only heard a swish. A gray shadow was as fast as lightning and went straight through the branches. He didn't hear the sound of landing for a long time.

Mexiling suddenly changed his face. Joey couldn't touch his head. Just now the man was as warm as spring. Why did he return to the freezing winter in an instant?

This moody man, this pervert becomes

Joey was worried and filled with emotion. Sure enough, he couldn't expect too much of him. Metamorphosis is metamorphosis. He can't be normal anyway.

She was afraid that mexiling would throw her on the ground all her life. With his strength, no fracture was also an internal bleeding, but he didn't. He just looked at her faintly: "you can't want other people's things," paused and added: "other men."

Joey understood and nodded quickly. It's male chauvinism.

She is his property and can't be watched by other men, so he will be angry when sun photographed her on the shoulder last night. On the contrary, she can't accept other men's things, even Mozi Yu.

Seeing her nod, Moxi Ling's face eased and sat quietly holding her.

The sun gradually rose to the highest point. Even in the shade of the trees, there was a sense of stuffy heat. It was noon. Joey felt hungry, but moxiling didn't mean to leave. She regretted listening to mosiyu's words. Why did she go with him? She couldn't go back for hours.