My Prime Minister is so cute

?

Misabel looked at him and sat back on the sofa, blinking, with a puzzled look on her face.

Didn’t you just say you were leaving?

I was planning to give him a ride, but why did he suddenly sit back down...

Bird then pretended to pick up a small biscuit from the table, took a bite, and chewed it carefully, as if it were some supreme delicacy. After swallowing the biscuit, he took a sip of black tea and put it into his mouth, savoring the faint sweetness on his tongue...

Misabel looked at Bird's strange behavior and became even more confused.

Is it so delicious?

I bought this cookie during a sale for convenience, so I guess it tastes just average.

After spending 15 minutes to finish the whole cup of black tea and the small cookies on the table, Bird reluctantly put down the teacup, looked at the 35 minutes that had just arrived on the timer, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly, revealing a sad look.

1 hour, so difficult.

At this moment, Misabel, who was sitting opposite, carefully considered Bird's intentions, and did not understand the deeper meaning behind his actions.

Finally, a light bulb went off in her head and she figured something out.

Yes.

It is really wrong that I did not express enough gratitude to Teacher Bird for helping me so much.

Thinking of this, Misabel smiled slightly and nodded at him: "I understand what you mean, Mr. Bird, please wait for me for a moment."

Bird: “???”

you understood?

No, what on earth do you understand?

It can't be that they understand that I have a mission and therefore need to stay here for an hour???

Under Bird's puzzled gaze, Misabel stood up lightly from the sofa, left the living room, and disappeared into the bedroom.

After a while.

Misabel walked out of the bedroom with a slightly red face.

With one hand pressing down on the bottom of her skirt and the other hand hidden behind her back, she slowly walked to the side of the sofa where Bird was.

Under his puzzled gaze, Misabel took out her hands from behind her back.

It was a soft triangle of sky blue fabric.

"Please accept this, Teacher Bird." Misabelle blushed and held out her hands respectfully. "This is my thanks for this. Although I didn't prepare a more elegant gift in advance, please accept it!"

Bird looked at the Misha Baird dress in shock, then looked at the sky blue fabric in front of him.

Come again?

Hey, hey, hey! Did you just say you understood? You thought I was asking for fabric? You didn't understand anything! Who's that pervert? I was just dawdling because I had to make up an hour for the mission, not because I wanted this thing!!!

Although I accidentally accepted it last time because I was bewildered, you are not allowed to have such a strong misunderstanding of me!!!

So Bird just glanced at it and said calmly, "No need."

"Isn't that enough?" Misabel stretched out her fingertips, propped up her cheek and thought for a while. "Indeed, I'm a little too stingy. Teacher Bird has helped me so much, but I only think of using this kind of thing to perfunctorily repay him."

After saying that, she bent down and, to Bird's confusion, put her lips close to his cheek.

The next moment, Bird felt soft lips touching his cheek, and the sweet aroma of cantaloupe lingered at the tip of his nose.

"you?"

Bird was stunned for a moment.

"terribly sorry."

Misabel spoke first, bowing sincerely, "I know this isn't enough to repay Mr. Bird, but for me right now, this is already too embarrassing. I really can't go on."

"So...can I use this to make up the number of my original fabrics today?"

Looking at the sky blue cloth that was handed to him again, Bird was unable to complain for a moment.

So why would someone who could just take off their camisole, someone who publishes a magazine called "Happy Paradise," be shy about a kiss on the cheek? Shouldn't camisole be even more embarrassing?

"By the way, Mr. Bird."

Misabel seemed to think of something, stroking her bright red lips, and whispered, "Don't tell Sarah about what happened today~"

Chapter 185 Lace-up Style (Part )

Central City.

A small bar on the corner.

The man sat in front of the bar in silence, drinking one drink after another.

His name is Bridges.

He was the editor who rejected Time Travel.

In fact, the rejection of "Time Travel" was the thing he regretted most in his life. Whenever he thought about it, he regretted why he didn't take a closer look at it and why he didn't take it more seriously before.

Sarah's speech at Irving College that day.

When Omar, the editor-in-chief of "Magic World", learned that it was his editor who rejected Bersabia's manuscript, he became furious. After returning to the editorial office, he began to thoroughly investigate everyone.

At first, Bridges was still hoping for luck, thinking that with so many people involved, they wouldn't find out about him, right?

But I happened to have the ability to find it.

As expected, Bridges was ordered to pack up and leave. He was kicked out of the "Magic World" editorial department that same day without staying for even a minute.

The job is gone.

Even if he wanted to find another job, no one in the industry dared to keep him because of Bridges's rejection of "Time Travel".

In the end, Bridges could only rely on odd jobs to make a living, exposed to the wind and sun every day. It was a world of difference compared to his previous days sitting in the office. He felt extremely regretful every time he thought about it.

But besides regret, there is also hatred.

Although Bridges admitted that he was lazy and not very serious about his work.

But the fundamental reason is that the workload for "Magic Paradise" is too heavy. To save costs, they didn't hire more editors. Why pay one person 2 times the salary to do the work of two people? If he wasn't overwhelmed, how could he just look at the title and put it aside?

It was clearly the magazine's problem, but when something went wrong, he got fired and was blacklisted by the entire industry.

Why?

Bridges became angrier and slammed his wine glass. "Fuck!"

"Sir, are you okay?"

The bartender asked, looking at the glass in Bridges' hand with some concern.

"fine."

Bridges waved his hand: "Tell me, is there any new news recently?"

"Recently..." The bartender thought for a moment, "Sir, do you watch Paradise?"

Hearing this familiar name, Bridges was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I have seen them, what happened to them?"

More than just seeing it.

This is the name of the magazine he is most familiar with besides "Magic World".

It was because he was recently fired and was depressed that he didn't pay too much attention to the news. In the past, he would have known about it firsthand and there was no need for the bartender to tell him.

"This is a magazine that all men love." The bartender smiled. "It's a pity that it's been in a lot of trouble recently..."

"First, he was the editor-in-chief of a magazine, and was rumored to be selling ditches."

"Then they were accused of inciting juvenile delinquency, and now the entire magazine has been banned... Tsk tsk, to be honest, I feel really bad about this. After all, I often watch "Happy Paradise." I'd say this court is a bit sick. They're blaming a magazine for their son's poor upbringing... 倀..."

Bridges didn't hear the bartender's chatter, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Spreading rumors and selling ditches?

By the way, it must have been done by Omar, the editor-in-chief of "Magic World"!

Others don't know that Bridges once accidentally broke into the office and saw Omar being very intimate with a fat woman.

That fat woman is even fatter and uglier than him.

Bridges could guess that Omar was with the other party for money, and he got his current position as editor-in-chief by betraying him.

Now when I hear someone falsely accuse the editor of "Happy Paradise" of selling out.

Bridges immediately guessed it was Omar.

Only those who have risen to power by selling ditches themselves will assume that others have also risen to power by selling ditches.

"By the way, I can sell this information."

Bridges' eyes lit up. "Paradise of Joy definitely needs me. I can use this to get another job... Yeah, I don't have any grudge against Paradise of Joy. They have no reason to reject me!"

"Thank you!"

Bridges came back to his senses and thanked the bartender sincerely: "Thank you very much, brother, I won't forget you later!"

Bartender: “Huh?”

......

Central City.

hostel.

Bird was locked in his room, writing and drawing on paper.

Avril took Mary and two maids to see the house. He didn't care about this aspect, so he stayed in the hotel to study things.

Just now.

click-

The door was pushed open and Sarah walked in.

This time, because there were so many people, they rented a large suite with a master bedroom connected to several small bedrooms, so several people lived together, and Sarah could just push the door open and walk in without a room card.

"Hey, pervert, are you free now?"

she asked.

Although her tone was serious, the uncontrollable anticipation in her eyes and the blush on her cheeks completely betrayed her true thoughts.

Bird glanced at her and said without turning his head, "You want it again?"

Sarah's face suddenly turned red, and she stammered, "You, you pervert, how can you tarnish someone's innocence!"

"You want it, right?"

Bird asked again.

Sarah hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head and whispered, "Well... I haven't pressed it for several days."

"Okay, wait for me for a moment, I'll be done soon."

Bird continued to write and draw on the paper.

Sarah, curious, came over and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Guess," Bird replied.

In order to complete his task of spending an hour with Misabel, he decided to find some common topics to avoid the embarrassing incident like last time.

But after thinking about it, it seemed that the only thing that the editor-in-chief might be interested in was "Happy Paradise", so he had no choice but to pick up the pen and paper himself and try to borrow some of Sese's clothes from his previous life.

Sarah watched for a moment.

When she noticed that Bird had drawn a girl wearing very little clothes on the paper, her face immediately turned red.

"You, you, you pervert!" Her face immediately turned red and she cursed, "So what you call having trouble is actually drawing obscene pictures???"

"What do you know? This is called fashion design."

Bird curled his lips in disdain: "What I designed is called lace-up underwear, not erotic pictures."

"Strap-on bra?"

Sarah looked confused: "What do you mean."