My Prime Minister is so cute

Her mother was the type who would continue working after get off work, so she wondered if Avril might actually make decisions after get off work.

"decision making?"

When Avril understood this word, she looked confused.

What decision?

Isn't her daily work just reviewing documents, giving speeches, meeting with guests, and presiding over meetings? What kind of decisions are she making?

"Yeah, isn't the district mayor's main job decision-making?" Phoebe asked, looking puzzled. "Making decisions on major and important matters, determining the government's course of action, and so on."

"......"

Avril was silent for a moment, then revealed a serious expression that Bird would have been very familiar with. "You're right, Phoebe. Decision-making is an important job for a district mayor."

Phoebe: “???”

Taking a deep breath, Phoebe felt that she should change the way she asked the question.

"Mr. District Chief," Phoebe said, "Could you please tell me who is currently responsible for the Five-Year Plan? Who is driving these projects forward?"

"Of course it is me."

Avril said without hesitation.

"Are you sure?" Phoebe frowned.

"Uh..." Avril choked and changed the subject, "Well, Bird actually provided a lot of help when I was... um, not in a position to make a decision."

"When exactly?"

Phoebe didn't let it go and pressed the issue further.

If Phoebe had just seen Avril in troll mode at the beginning, she would definitely not have dared to question her step by step. But after a few days, she found that her district chief, except for slamming the table when he encountered something very infuriating, his attitude at other times was ridiculously kind.

There is a word that is not very appropriate to describe the district chief, and that is... well-behaved.

Phoebe never imagined that one day the word "well-behaved" could be used to describe the highest person in charge of a district. As the district mayor and leader of the district government, she was not sure whether there was a problem with her or with Avril.

When exactly?

Avril thought about it and realized that her schedule was usually filled with all kinds of small things, so if she really had to say it, it would probably be all the time...

A drop of cold sweat slowly dripped down the forehead of the 1-meter-tall district chief.

Seeing her like this, Phoebe felt that she almost understood, and an expression of disbelief appeared on her face: "So, Mr. Bird makes all the decisions for you, right?"

"Well, not all of them."

Avril was a little embarrassed and stammered, "It's just part of it. I did the rest myself... Well, you know, a lot of professional things should be left to professionals, so I don't usually interfere with Bird's actions..."

The district chief tried to save his face.

"...Okay, I think I understand."

Phoebe took a deep breath and immediately understood everything.

The so-called Avril was simply a puppet of Bird; the real man behind the scenes was Bird. The so-called Five-Year Plan and the Railway Plan were actually the brainchild of Bird, and had little to do with the district chief in front of them.

No wonder she always felt something was strange. It turned out that something was wrong here.

But why did the man do this?

If you have the ability, why don’t you just do it yourself? What’s the point of hiding behind?

You must find the other party and ask clearly.

Phoebe made a decision in her heart and continued, "Mr. District Chief, may I ask how you and Mr. Bird met?"

"Oh, we've known each other since we were kids."

Avril didn't think much about it and said directly: "He has always been my housekeeper. Later, when I became the district mayor, he became my secretary."

Butler, secretary... Phoebe silently noted this information down in her mind.

Thoughts such as 'seizing power' and 'manipulation' gradually emerged in her mind, and she came up with the plot of Bird using Avril.

So, after returning to the district government, Phoebe immediately went to the office to find Bird.

"Mr. Bird, are you free at noon?" she asked.

"Oh, is there any problem?" Bird raised his head and looked at the Prime Minister's daughter.

These days, the other party seems to be really learning and follows Avril obediently, which is quite surprising.

"Well, I'm really grateful for your guidance these days," Phoebe said seriously. "If you're free, could I treat you to a meal? I'd love to go to that restaurant you mentioned last time."

She planned to use this excuse to talk to the other party in private.

Bird was silent for a moment, then looked at Phoebe in front of him and slowly said, "You actually have something to tell me, right?"

Phoebe: “?!”

Phoebe was suddenly shocked, feeling that she had been seen through. This oppressive feeling made her feel that "sure enough, this is the real culprit."

But when she was about to find an excuse to explain, Bird slowly spoke.

"But it's okay. I knew you'd come to see me sooner or later... Well, after all, being around Avril all day, it's normal to feel weird." He smiled. "Besides, I also have some questions for you. Let's take this opportunity to have a good chat..."

Phoebe breathed a sigh of relief.

"Nothing."

Bird said again, "Let me treat you. The expenses of that restaurant are quite high, and you haven't even received your salary yet, so you probably don't have much money on hand."

"As for the time, let's set it at noon today."

Chapter 85 Miss, you don’t want to...

West Coast Restaurant.

Last time, Bird and Sophia were treated to a meal by a wealthy businessman here. The meal was quite delicious and he couldn't forget it, so he chose this place for dinner again this time.

However, considering that he was paying for it himself, Bird did not splurge on ordering a private room. He simply found a seat for two by the window. This restaurant was also very stingy. The seats were very small despite the high price, and he felt a little cramped when sitting there.

"Mr. Bird."

As soon as she sat down, Phoebe immediately opened her mouth to ask the questions that she had in her mind.

"Don't be so anxious." Bird interrupted with a smile, "After the food is served, we can eat and talk slowly."

Phoebe pursed her lips and waited a little anxiously.

Bird sat leisurely, his eyes fixed on the girl, taking in her outfit today and the parts that would stand out and highlight her presence no matter how she dressed.

——It’s unfair. What did he eat to grow up? The district chief drinks goat’s milk every day but he doesn’t grow at all!

Soon the waiter brought the appetizer, a vegetable salad consisting mainly of fresh vegetables and fruits, mixed with grapefruit vinegar and sauce. The slightly sour taste was refreshing and appetizing, and the portion was just right to whet the appetite.

Phoebe seemed to be a fan of vegetables and quickly ate them all. She then used a handkerchief to gently wipe her lips, which were slightly stained with white sauce, before speaking.

"Mr. Bird, can I ask you now?" she said.

Bird nodded. "Ask whatever you want to ask. But I'll ask you a question for every one you ask. Is that okay?"

"can."

Phoebe pondered for a moment and then asked a pointed question: "Excuse me, have you been manipulating Miss Avril?"

"Manipulation?" Bird shook his head slightly. "That's too harsh. I simply provided the District Mayor with the necessary assistance, helping her make more correct decisions."

"But from a practical point of view, it's you who's manipulating Miss Avril, right?" Phoebe pressed. "From what I've heard, all the important decisions are made by you, while Avril is just attending useless meetings and giving speeches. How do you explain that?"

"That's another question. Now it's my turn."

Bird didn't ask in a hurry, but instead asked, "What's your real age? You have to tell the truth, otherwise I will refuse your questions later."

Phoebe was about to say 18 when her words got stuck in her throat. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "15..."

"Thank you for your honesty." Bird smiled with satisfaction. "As for your question—it's very simple. Would you let a child make completely independent decisions? No, because their minds are not yet fully mature and they haven't established a complete set of values. The consequences of allowing them to make independent choices would be devastating."

"And in politics, the current district mayor is that 'child'. She is unable to make the right decisions, so out of a sense of responsibility, I am doing it for her, that's all."

Phoebe: "But...

"My second question," Bird said, "is your original home in Central City?"

"Yes."

After Phoebe quickly answered, she asked her own question: "Then why don't you become the district mayor yourself? Or to put it another way, have you ever thought about becoming the district mayor yourself?"

"No, politics is the most troublesome thing in the whole troubled world. I don't want to be a politician unless I have to."

Bird didn't mind her asking two questions: "I'm in politics now because the mayor wants to become prime minister, and I happen to be able to gain some benefits from this process."

"My third question—your real name is Phoebe Nora, correct?"

"......"

Phoebe fell silent.

But even without answering, Bird already knew the answer.

"The Prime Minister's daughter has gone to work for the new mayor of a marginal constituency, wanting to learn from him." Bird frowned. "I'm really confused. If you don't mind, could you tell me why?"

"..."

Phoebe was silent for a moment, then managed to speak: "I'm just very interested in Avril, that's all. I think she can become the district mayor at such a young age."

"Really?" Bird said noncommittally.

"What about you? Why do you stay with Avril?" Phoebe asked, "What's your purpose?"

"me?"

Bird smiled and said, "I just want to experience more possibilities, see more prosperity, and see more scenery. That's all. As for the position of a politician, it doesn't matter who does that kind of troublesome work. If Avril likes it, she can do it."

"So what are you going to do next?" Bird asked. "The Prime Minister's daughter who ran away from home?"

"How did you know I ran away from home?"

Phoebe's eyes widened in surprise.

"Think about it, there's no way Prime Minister Nora would want her daughter to come to this small place and be with a neighborhood mayor." Bird shrugged. "Personally, I don't mind it. There's nothing to lose. It all depends on your opinion."

"...As for me, I'd like to stay here for now."

After hesitating for a moment, Phoebe said, "Although it's different from what I imagined, I did learn something from you... and after all, I ran away from home. If I went to my uncle's place, my mother would probably find me."

"Is that so?" Bird smiled. "Then I'll take good care of you from now on..."

at this time.

Bird, who was looking out the window unintentionally, suddenly changed his expression.

On the other side of the street, two cute girls with one blue hair and one red hair were walking together. They were both wearing the same standard magic robe and were short in stature. Who else could they be but Sophia and Sarah?

No, how could it hit this?

Bird suddenly felt a pang of pain in his heart, and at the same time began to pray that the two were just passing by and would never come in...

However, things did not go as planned. The two of them were talking and laughing as they headed towards the restaurant. It seemed that their destination was this West Coast restaurant.

Oh shit, I have to find a place to hide!

Watching the two of them getting closer and closer to the restaurant entrance.

In this extremely urgent situation, Bird gritted his teeth, lifted the tablecloth in front of him, and prepared to get in.

"?"

Phoebe was shocked when she saw this and asked, "Hey, what are you doing?"

"There are enemies, I have to hide." Bird said concisely.

"Are you kidding me?" Phoebe was shocked and protested, "I'm wearing a skirt today! If you try to get in here, I'll sue you for molestation!"

"No, there's no other way now!"

Seeing the two getting closer, Bird's eyes turned cold and he threatened, "Miss Phoebe, you don't want others to know that you ran away from home, do you?"

Chapter 86 The big hand under the dining table...

West Coast Restaurant.

Sophia and Sarah stood at the door. Beneath their standard magic robes, their slender calves were wrapped in thick velvet socks, which perfectly combined warmth and beauty, making people unable to take their eyes off them.