My Prime Minister is so cute

Such socks are naturally expensive, but they can be reimbursed through the institute's official account...

"Sarah, this is the West Coast restaurant." Sophia said happily as she introduced it to Sarah. "Bird and I ate here last time. It was delicious."

Sarah showed an expression as if she had heard something dirty: "Okay, okay, I know this restaurant is delicious. Stop mentioning that pervert in front of me all the time."

"Hey, Sarah, why are you always so hostile to Bird?"

Sophia sighed: "Did he do anything to you?"

Sarah suddenly remembered the last time she was sick. Bird had mentioned a massage technique... It was clearly just a massage, but she had actually... Although she later discovered that her magic circle skills had indeed improved a bit, she had actually, actually, performed such an extreme massage on herself...

woo-

"No, no!"

Sarah's face flushed instantly, and she changed the subject, "By the way, Sarah, this restaurant must be very expensive, right? It's really okay to treat me to a meal."

"It's okay, just eat it without worry. You can ask Bird to help reimburse you." Sophia said with a relaxed look.

As the factory's business (mainly selling magic-powered machines) is getting better and better, Bird now reimburses her daily expenses through the factory's account, without spending a penny, and she still gets her salary, and her quality of life is improving.

While talking, the two walked into the restaurant.

What catches your eye is the exquisite yet not too luxurious decoration, you can smell the aroma of the dishes, and your ears are filled with the sound of piano playing coming from the corner of the restaurant.

Sarah's mood suddenly became much happier.

"Strange." Sophia looked puzzled and glanced around the restaurant.

"What's wrong?" Sarah asked.

"I thought I saw Bird just now?" Sophia said, "but now I can't find him anymore."

Sarah then glanced around the restaurant but didn't see any sign of Bird.

"It must be an illusion." She said casually, "How could it be such a coincidence that Bird is also here, and how could he come here to eat alone? Either he shouts..."

"Too."

Sophia nodded in understanding: "Then let's find a place to sit down."

......

at the same time

In the double seat not far from them.

Phoebe sat in her seat with a flushed face, her whole body stiff and motionless. At the same time, her two plump thighs under the table were pressed together tightly, so tight that even a needle could not be inserted.

"Eat something, otherwise it's too suspicious."

At this time, Bird's instructions came from under the table.

"Don't go too far." Phoebe lowered her head and said to the table.

"Eat quickly!" Bird sneered. "Miss Phoebe, you don't want anyone to know you've run away from home, do you? Let me think about it, the Prime Minister's daughter running away from home, that's a headline big enough, isn't it?"

Phoebe gritted her teeth, picked up the spoon and scooped a mouthful of fish soup into her mouth.

The soup was rich and fragrant, but she wasn't paying attention to the taste at all. She was always worried about what Bird would do under the table.

The situation was already bad enough, but what made it worse was that the space under the double table was too narrow. Bird was very cramped and squatted in an awkward position due to his height.

Anyone who has participated in military training knows that maintaining the same squatting position is very tiring...

Soon Bird's heels and legs became sore, and he tried to squat on the other foot, but almost lost his balance.

So, in order to prevent himself from falling off the table, he had no choice but to reach out and support the slender calf wrapped in black stockings in front of him...

Phoebe: “!”

"What are you doing?" Phoebe was stunned at the table. She lowered her body and said to the people below the table, "This is workplace harassment! I'm going to file a complaint against you! I must file a complaint against you!"

"Haha, then go and file a complaint and see if they'll fire me." Bird sneered.

"you!"

Phoebe gnashed her teeth in anger.

"Okay, I didn't mean to. It's just that this place is too small. I didn't squat properly, and I was afraid I would fall out, so I grabbed it." Bird said soothingly, "Besides, if you were wearing pants, it would be fine. If you were wearing a skirt, I wouldn't have anywhere to grab."

"You still blame me?"

Phoebe's eyes widened in disbelief. "I accompanied Miss Avril to a speech this morning. Isn't it normal to wear a skirt for the sake of image? And do you know that it's very cold to wear a skirt in this weather? Do you think I want to wear one?"

"Okay, it's my fault, okay." Bird shrugged.

"You..." Phoebe suddenly felt a surge of anger in her heart, "You rascal! I misjudged you before! I thought you were a pretty reliable person!"

Seeing that if this continued, the opponent would kick him without caring about his image, Bird immediately shut up and continued to squat obediently.

But this is not a solution. I can't just squat under the dining table until Sophia and Sarah leave, right?

Just then, the waiter came over with the food.

Bird suddenly had an idea. He pulled out a few twenty-denomination bills from his pocket and slowly reached under the table...

So, the waiter who was serving the food just watched helplessly as a male hand holding a banknote stretched out from under the tablecloth in front of him...

Servant: “?!”

He repeatedly looked at Phoebe in front of him, who had her head down, her face flushed, and didn't dare to look at him, as if to confirm. He then looked at Bird's hand stretched out from under the table as if to confirm, and a shocked expression appeared on his face.

No, are you so daring to play it?

"Don't talk." Bird controlled his voice and said in a voice that the other party could just hear. "This money is yours. Do me a favor - do you see those two ladies in magic robes over there? No matter what you do, keep them away for a while."

"Um, okay, fine."

The servant swallowed hard and quickly put the money into his pocket - no matter what he did, as long as he was paid, he was the boss.

The servant who received the money moved quickly. It was unknown what he did, but from Phoebe's perspective, after he said a few words to the two female magicians, the two of them actually followed the servant upstairs.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Bird immediately crawled out from under the dining table and quickly left the scene.

Watching someone leave in a mess, Phoebe felt a little amused, but finally showed a relieved expression and could start to concentrate on eating.

I have to say, the food in this restaurant is really good.

The vegetables were fresh and crisp, the steak was juicy, tender and tasty, and even the bread provided had a wheat aroma.

Just as Phoebe was leisurely enjoying the delicious food and was about to pick up her bag and leave.

The waiter who was in charge of serving the dishes stopped Phoebe and said with a professional smile, "Miss, one signature set meal is 1175, and two are 2350 in total. Do you have a membership?"

"...2350?"

Phoebe froze for a moment, then reached out and touched her empty bag.

Because Bird said he would treat her, she didn't bring much money with her when she went out, let alone more than 2 yuan, which was almost half of her monthly salary - and the salary had not been paid yet, as it was only her first month at work.

Who would have thought that Bird would run away halfway through the meal...

So, looking at the restaurant waiter who came to pay the bill, the expression on Miss Phoebe's face gradually became distorted, and she uttered the name of the source of all evil.

"Bo, De!" she gritted her teeth.

Chapter 87 The training is almost done

The next morning, Phoebe arrived at the office 20 minutes early as usual.

After sweeping the floor, taking out the trash, tidying up the table, watering the plants by the windowsill, and making a pot of coffee, the current secretary finished these cleaning tasks, and 20 minutes had passed unknowingly.

crunch--

At the same time, the office door was pushed open and Bird strode into the office, his whole movement quick and decisive.

Phoebe originally appreciated this course of action.

In her observations during this period, Bird never dragged his feet when walking or doing things. He always looked smooth and refreshing. It was very comfortable to watch him do things, and he gave people the feeling of a very reliable adult... This impression lasted until yesterday noon.

In order to avoid her enemies, she actually hid under her own desk while wearing a skirt. It was really outrageous!

Moreover, he left so quickly and decisively, completely forgetting that he hadn't paid the bill yet. She had to explain for a long time in the restaurant before they agreed to keep the bill first and let Bird pay later.

While complaining inwardly.

Phoebe's eyes involuntarily fell on Bird's chest - of course there was nothing to see on a man's chest, and what she was paying attention to was the black tie Bird was wearing.

I don't know why, but my tie, which is usually tied neatly, is tilted to the left side of my chest today...

It's okay if it's crooked, but if a person doesn't wear clothes properly and their clothes are loose and crooked, Phoebe will at most think that the person is not serious enough, but she won't think there's anything wrong.

But Bird's other parts were meticulously groomed, his hair, clothes, sleeves, and pants were all flawless, except for his tie which was crooked...

This made Phoebe feel a little uncomfortable.

"Cleaned it again."

Bird was completely unaware of the problem with his tie. He glanced around the neatly-knit room and shook his head helplessly, saying, "I told you it wasn't necessary. The cleaner will be back this morning to clean up as scheduled."

If the secretary was not the Prime Minister's daughter, he would almost think that she was deliberately being attentive and trying to curry favor with him.

"Nothing, just a little personal habit of mine."

Phoebe tried her best to look away from the crooked tie and tried to forget about it.

"Well, alright then." Bird didn't say anything more, but asked, "By the way, what are your plans for today?"

"I?"

Phoebe was slightly stunned: "Why ask me?"

These days she has gradually gotten used to her job as an assistant secretary, following Bird or Avril's instructions. She didn't expect to be asked what her plans were.

Bird said slowly, "It's like this. After all, the reason the Prime Minister's daughter stayed with me is to study. I can't just continue to use you as an ordinary secretary."

"Excuse me, Mr. Bird, if possible, please don't mention my mother, and don't use the term 'Prime Minister's daughter'." Phoebe frowned. "I don't really like this term. I am myself. My name is Phoebe."

"Ok."

Bird shrugged. "Anyway, if you want, you can stay in the government today and continue to familiarize yourself with government affairs. You can also stay with Avril and get familiar with speeches and meetings with her. These are essential activities for politicians to increase their influence..."

"Of course, there is a third option."

He paused and said, "You can also come with me to the city. I plan to promote X... ahem, I mean, discuss some business."

"Business talk?"

Phoebe was a little confused: "You mean, you're going to give up your government job and go out to do business?"

"Any questions?"

Bird raised an eyebrow. "Or are you planning to report me for skipping work?"

"Not really," Phoebe explained. "I'm asking, will this help Avril's career? Or is this just a personal matter?"

"Of course it helps."

Bird smiled and said, "You don't think that being a district chief will allow you to quickly advance to the next level, do you?"

"Isn't that right?" Phoebe asked doubtfully, "Accumulate political capital little by little, make outstanding achievements to gain public recognition, and then step by step get elected."

"wrong."

Bird shook his head: "The purpose of politics is not to achieve political achievements, but to make people think that you have excellent political achievements."

"No matter how well a district mayor does, only the people in that district will know about it. It may not even reach the city level, so no one will know what you've done."

"What does that have to do with business?"

Phoebe asked.

"It's simple. Business talks bring us money," Bird said. "With the money, we can buy newspapers, control the media, and launch a massive propaganda campaign. We'll then flood the news 365 days a week with news stories about Avril's achievements in office, her propaganda philosophy, and her beautiful and excellent personal qualities, while also doing everything we can to discredit our competitors."

"How do you think this district chief got this job? With the support of his workers, plus enough publicity and speeches."

"Is that so? I thought..."

Phoebe suddenly felt like her dream was shattered.

"That's politics," Bird shrugged. "Or rather, voter politics—didn't anyone tell you that before? You shouldn't."

"No."

Phoebe bit her lip and thought again of her mother who rarely came home.

"Well, if you want to climb up quickly, this is essential," Bird shook his head. "Four years, four years, and four years. The District Mayor's shelf life is almost over."