Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Hearing the earth shaking sound, several people walking in front turned their heads one after another, but saw moxiling stop outside the door, thinking that he angered Joey and was driven out.

Mozino sighed, "Joey has a big temper."

Mozi Yu's face was heavy: "used to her."

Mo Qingze didn't speak, slightly worried.

Mosiyu shook his head and sighed.

Mexiling did not look at them, but stared at Joey's door. His eyes were cold, but he was extremely patient. He was silent for a moment, and finally turned away.

Joey walked around the room for two times and finally calmed herself down. She was not a bad tempered person, but she was always excited by Moxi Ling.

Why not let her eat? Why hide from him? What makes you hungry?

She can stay with him in humiliation, but she also wants to live in this limited freedom. Make up your mind, joeira, open the door and go out.

There was a dark corridor outside the door, quiet and silent, but Joey was a little disappointed. She thought mexiling would be outside the door. She slammed the door. She was disrespectful to him, but he didn't stay to punish her?

With a kind of solitary courage, Joey went downstairs and breakfast was placed on the table. In addition to Western dishes, there was a pot of white rice porridge, which was steaming with a faint fragrance.

Joey's stomach was uncomfortable and he couldn't help but rejoice at the sight of white porridge.

Mosiyu scooped up a bowl and handed it to her: "I know your stomach is uncomfortable. Xiling cooked porridge to nourish your stomach."

Joey believed her. It's strange that she cooked porridge in less than half an hour since she knew she had gastrointestinal discomfort? Super speed? What's more outrageous is that she said that mexiling cooked porridge himself. How could mexiling cook porridge? The sun came out in the West and she didn't believe it. But she didn't expose mosiyu, smiled, sat down and scooped up the porridge with a small spoon and ate it slowly.

The rice porridge was very fragrant and melted in the mouth. Joey soon ate a bowl and scooped another bowl to eat slowly.

"Is it delicious?" Mosiyu smiled and said, "sure enough, the rice porridge with love is different!"

There was no one else in the restaurant. Joey didn't bother to pretend in front of mosiyu. While eating porridge, he smiled and said, "then you can also eat. Taste the love of your Mohist masters."

Mo Siyu was stunned when he heard what she said and said, "don't you believe Xiling cooked it himself?"

Joey picked up the bowl, poured the rest of the rice porridge into his mouth, pulled a napkin and ran out: "I'm ready, you eat slowly."

Mosiyu sighed helplessly and looked up. Moxiling was walking down the stairs. She quickly smiled and said, "Xiling, Yiyi said your porridge was delicious. She ate two bowls in a row."

Moxiling nodded indifferently, turned and went out through the back door.

Since Joey came, mosiyu had not seen such a silent and lonely appearance of moxiling for a long time. Looking at his tall and lonely back, she felt a little pain in her heart.

All along, Messi Ling's world has only responsibilities and obligations, and he has never had himself. He was used to being alone, and even they never entered his heart.

He is neither happy nor angry, and has no preference. His world is always gray and cold. Until Joey's appearance, he began to change. He occasionally smiled from his heart. His eyes at Joey would be very gentle. He ate and drank tea with them, and occasionally joined their topics. She even heard Mo Qingze say that he wanted to open his identity and face the world.

I have never had my own mexiling. Now I want to have something. He changed, became happy, angry, sad, and lustful, and became more and more human.

No matter what he regards Joey as, pets or toys, she selfishly hopes that Joey can please him, make him happy and make him smile more.

Joey stood by the door and watched the workers mend the floor. She was very familiar with building materials. While watching, she chatted with the workers and heard her talking about plates. Several workers were surprised and praised: "Miss, you know so much."

Joey laughed: "I studied architecture originally. Of course I'm familiar with plates!"

I see. Several workers suddenly realized that some people said, "there are few girls studying architecture."

"Not much," Joey said. "There are ten girls in our class. Boys are three times as many as girls."

There were young and beautiful girls chatting with them. The workers were full of energy and their faces were full of smiles.

Joey looked at their tools curiously. "Now the tools are more and more advanced, and there is not much dust on the ground."

"This is a special tool only available to the Mohist school. It is said that the Mohist master is obsessed with cleanliness and hates dust everywhere. He spent a lot of money to hire someone to develop this set of tools, which can't be seen elsewhere. "

Joey opened her mouth and sighed, "what a tyrant!"

Someone asked her, "Miss, aren't you a Mohist?"

"No, I'm a guest here." Joey smiled and said, "you can see that?"

"Different temperament."

"Hehe, at first glance, I just have the temperament of a man without money."

Everyone laughed.

Joey looked at the replaced floor tile and asked, "how did the crack on the brick come from?"

Someone replied: "I don't know, but I've had this phenomenon before. How did it come from? You have to ask the Mohist to know."

Someone lowered his voice: "stop talking. Don't ask about Mohism."

So Joey tore aside the topic and talked about something else. Chatting with the workers made her feel very relaxed. The depression in her heart gradually dissipated. When she looked up, she saw moxiling standing under the distant tree and looking at her quietly.

At a distance, she could not see his face clearly, but she could feel that he was unhappy.

Why? Is he still angry?

Mo Qingze suddenly came out of the room, looked at moxiling from a distance and said to Joey, "Siyu is looking for you."

At this glance, Joey understood that mercillin was unhappy because she shouldn't stand here and chat with the workers. She shouldn't contact strange men.

Joey was afraid of harming these workers and silently followed Mo Qingze in.

"Yi Yi, for strangers, we should keep a distance and be cautious." Mo Qingze's words sound like a warning.

"Why?" Joey humed indifferently, "because I'm a woman of moxiling?"

"Joey!" Mo Qingze whispered, "as a woman of Xiling, you must keep yourself safe."

Joey forgot that the majesty of Mo Qingze should not be underestimated. He has been coordinating all aspects of the family as a big parent. Outside, he is also an open master of Mohism.

But when Joey's temper came up, he couldn't care much. He sneered: "I didn't marry him. What's my share? Mr. Mo, this is a legal society. I want to see how long you can force me to stay? "

Mo Qingze looked stunned. After watching her for a while, a complex expression filled his face, including anger, doubt, surprise, as if there was a faint sadness.

Joey was shocked by his expression and felt a little uneasy.

Half a ring, he said, "so you've been reluctant. We're forcing you."

The sadness on his face became more and more obvious, and it was obvious that Joey regretted what he said just now. She wanted to leave. "Well, I'll find Siyu."

Just turned around, Mo Qingze stopped her again. A trace of forbearance and supplication appeared in his calm voice: "Miss Qiao, please don't leave Xiling. He needs you."

Joey was stunned and turned around, "why? Didn't you always want me to leave? "

Mo Qingze looked at her for a while and then replied, "because of you, he becomes able to laugh." After a pause, he said, "Xiling, he is too lonely and has interpersonal barriers. He doesn't know how to get along with you. Don't blame him."

The answer made Joey slightly sour, and somewhere in his heart seemed to suddenly become heavy.

Mo Qingze was silent for a moment. "Siyu is in the kitchen. Go."

Joey nodded and shuffled slowly to the kitchen, but his heart was in a mess.

Mexiling is lonely. She can see it, but he has interpersonal barriers! No wonder he always goes his own way, always gives orders to her and always refuses people thousands of miles away.

Mexiling, what kind of person is he?

Cold, arrogant, violent and cold, like Shura from hell.

But occasionally, he is gentle, peaceful and tolerant, like a man who can rely on.

Who is the real him!

Into the kitchen, Joey found a large basin of crayfish in the kitchen, and mosiyu was bending down to flush water into the basin.

The Red Crayfish waved pliers and tried to climb out, and the basin wall was full of crayfish.

Joey couldn't help swallowing his saliva and asked in surprise, "where did you get so many crayfish?"

"I bought it. It's just delivered," mosiyu said, catching the crawling crayfish back. "Come and help if you want. I'll cook crayfish for you this noon." Suddenly remembered, looked up at her: "your stomach..."

"No problem, no problem at all," Joey said with a smile. "Your chef, I'll start."

She sat down and asked curiously, "how can you eat this kind of thing?"

"Why not?" Mosiyu asked.

"You are local tyrants. You should eat real lobster instead of this cheap crayfish."

"What would you think if I said it meant Xiling?" Moses looked at her straight.

Joey smiled: "no, how could mexiling..."

"For you." Mosiyu said, "he thought you loved barbecue and crayfish, so he asked someone to send these."

Joey was stunned for a moment. Moxiling... What do you mean to make up?

But... Is there a connection between barbecue and crayfish? Why do you like crayfish when you like barbecue? But he's right. She likes both!

"Yi Yi," Mo Siyu suddenly said, "Xiling is really good to you and doesn't disappoint him."

Just outside, Mo Qingze advised her. Now Mo Siyu says so. Joey knows they are all for moxiling, but why is that cold, arrogant and violent man so loved by them?

After a moment of silence, she asked the question in her heart: "moxiling, has he always been so lonely?"

"Yes, people outside don't know his existence."

"Never go out? And no friends? "

"He occasionally goes out in the evening. He has no other friends except us." After a pause, his tone was a little gloomy: "in fact, we are not his friends, just his family."