My Prime Minister is so cute

"What expiration date?"

Phoebe frowned, feeling that the word "intuition" was a bit off.

"Ahem, it's nothing."

Bird stood up suddenly from his seat: "If there is no problem, let's go."

As Bird moved, Phoebe's eyes couldn't help but fall on the crooked tie again. Her brows furrowed slightly again, and she began to feel a little uncomfortable all over.

Never mind it's just a tie, just a tie...

Suppressing her inner discomfort, Phoebe asked, "Don't you need to go see the district chief and report before leaving?"

"Need not."

Bird waved his hand casually: "I have trained the district chief for a long time. She knows it herself..."

"Training?"

Phoebe noticed the strange words.

"Ahem, I mean I've pretty much given her the instructions," Bird corrected himself. "Even if she's not here, she knows how to follow the schedule I've arranged."

After finding out the other party's background, he dared to say a lot.

"So you're the one who arranged all those useless schedules?" Phoebe realized something and asked again.

"Of course. Otherwise, what if the Lord does something stupid on a whim?" Bird shrugged. "It's not just me. Most politicians' schedules are arranged by their secretaries. Any other questions? If not, I'll leave."

anymore question?

Phoebe's eyes fell on the crooked black tie again, and she couldn't help but say, "By the way, your tie..."

Chapter 88 Mint-flavored Secretary

"Tie? What tie?"

Phoebe's question took Bird by surprise.

"It's just..." Phoebe bit her lip and asked a little embarrassedly, "Why is your tie crooked?"

Bird looked down and found that his tie was indeed crooked.

In fact, it is normal. Sometimes you are in a hurry to go out and don't tie your belt properly. It is also very common. There is nothing to be surprised about.

Bird had intended to say that.

But he noticed Phoebe's eyes. The secretary's eyes revealed a strange sense of longing. She stared straight at his crooked tie, as if she was very concerned about this so-called crooked tie. It didn't seem like a normal reminder about his attire...

Considering that every morning, the secretary would come 20 minutes early to clean the house, this behavior had always puzzled him...

Bird had a flash of inspiration.

Could it be that... Phoebe actually has obsessive-compulsive disorder?

Yes, since it is not to curry favor with me, the more reasonable explanation is obsessive-compulsive disorder!

The truth is out!

Although obsessive-compulsive disorder can be strong or weak, everyone actually has some, just to varying degrees. But for someone like the secretary, who would rather arrive at work 20 minutes early every day to tidy up the office, she at least has a high level of obsessive-compulsive disorder!

Think of this.

Bird suddenly changed his tone and said casually, "You mean the tie? I twisted it on purpose."

"what?"

Phoebe's eyes suddenly seemed to burn with fire: "On purpose? Why would you deliberately make your tie crooked???"

"This is a popular style lately," Bird explained seriously. "Deliberately messing up the tie creates a casual and approachable look, which can help people who meet for the first time relax their guard..."

“Why is there such a style?”

Phoebe found it very difficult to understand...

"Why, is there any problem?" Bird asked with a smile.

It's normal for Phoebe to find it a little difficult to understand, because this style is usually only managed by successful people, and it's simply because they themselves don't care about dressing up, and others help them find excuses and find such a style. If an ordinary person does this, it will become adjectives such as "unruly" and "disrespectful".

As the saying goes, after you succeed, there will naturally be people who will excuse your every word and action.

This saying has various extensions, such as "After entering the country, there will be great scholars debating for you," and "After becoming prosperous, there will be public intellectuals painting for you," etc. For example, the recent popular saying "In China, TikTok only pushes learning videos to Chinese students" is very vivid...

"...No, nothing."

Although she felt extremely uncomfortable, Phoebe couldn't ask a man she wasn't very familiar with, who was theoretically her boss, to straighten his tie. She could only shake her head with a look of frustration, saying that she had no problem with the crooked tie.

Bird saw the secretary's distressed expression and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth slightly.

Although he didn't dare to lay a hand on the Prime Minister's daughter, he was still brave enough to tease her.

So, the two left the government building and took the government-provided bus to the nearest city, Stan.

Theoretically, the Fox District belongs to the scope of Stan City, but in the administrative planning of this world, the mayor is in charge of the mayor, and the district chief is in charge of the district chief. The two are not direct superiors and subordinates, and each has their own division of power - although one of them must save face.

Phoebe seemed a little uneasy along the way and was frequently distracted while sitting in the carriage.

It's obvious that this secretary's mind is full of ties.

And every time she finally managed to divert her attention from the tie, Bird would casually loosen his collar again, drawing the secretary's attention back to the crooked tie...

After playing like this for a while, Bird felt a little bored.

It happened that he didn't get enough rest last night, so after asking someone to wake him up after arriving, Bird leaned back on the soft backrest of the carriage seat, closed his eyes and prepared to take a nap.

But he is different from the district chief who can fall asleep with just a pillow.

After all, a bumpy carriage was not a good place to sleep. Bird remained in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, wanting to sleep but unable to, and wanting to wake up but reluctant to.

And vaguely, Bird seemed to feel something approaching him...

? !

With great reluctance, Bird opened his eyelids slightly, and through the gap, he vaguely saw a dark shadow not far in front of him, staring at his tie with eager eyes.

Hey, hey, what on earth are you planning to do?

Bird's sleepiness disappeared immediately, and his heart was filled with a faint sense of horror and amusement.

Is he finally fed up with his crooked tie and trying to secretly straighten it? But even if he straightens it, won't I just straighten it again when I wake up, to achieve my "casual style"? And then I'll be wondering how the tie ever straightened itself, right?

Out of curiosity, Bird closed his eyes, wanting to see what the secretary was going to do.

Obviously, Phoebe also realized that if she straightened her tie, Bird would feel very strange and then suspect her, so she did not act immediately.

But such patience seemed to have its limits. Ten minutes later, the secretary finally couldn't help herself. Determined to tie her tie properly even at the risk of being discovered, she slowly stood up from the opposite side of the carriage, moved closer to where Bird was, and slowly extended her hands...

But as we all know, it is very dangerous not to hold the handrail on the bus, and the same is true on the carriage.

Soon, with a turn, Phoebe's center of gravity was unstable because her body was leaning forward with her hands stretched out, and she fell sideways.

To prevent a concussion from hitting his forehead against the car door, Bird stopped pretending to be asleep and reached out to support the fallen secretary, shifting her weight to the back, towards him.

With this movement, he embraced the secretary's soft body in his arms. A light mint scent filled his nose. At the same time, an astonishing elastic force pressed against Bird's chest, causing him to gasp...

This, this, this, this is the real thing! It's not a pad!

And it has a refreshing mint flavor!

"so close."

Bird barely managed to come back to his senses, wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked, "Are you okay?"

Despite his timely rescue, the person involved seemed to have no gratitude.

"you you you you!"

The minty secretary's face flushed red, and she said with a hint of anger: "You have been pretending to be asleep, right?!!!"

Chapter 89 Come and move yourself

"You were pretending to be asleep the whole time, weren't you?"

Phoebe had obviously seen through what Bird had just done, so instead of feeling grateful, she became angry... This person must have seen everything she did when she was about to adjust his tie!

Although the secretary saw that he was pretending to sleep, Bird was not panicked at all.

"Ah, what do you mean by pretending to sleep?" He frowned, looking puzzled. "I just woke up and saw you about to fall, so I helped you up. What happened?"

"...No, I'm fine, just let me go."

"Oh."

Bird readily released his arm, and Phoebe quickly returned to the seat opposite. She felt a little uncertain about her own judgment, so she continued to observe the other person's facial expression, trying to find some evidence that he was pretending to be stupid.

Seeing that she was still staring at him, Bird remained calm and adjusted his collar casually.

The original intention was for the secretary to show a cute expression of discomfort and confusion, but the result seemed to backfire, causing Phoebe to recall how Bird always seemed to adjust his collar during the first half of the journey, and immediately the clues in her brain came together.

When Phoebe thought about how all her little actions along the way were seen by Bird, she felt an embarrassing urge to jump out of the car.

"Mr. Bird."

In the end, Phoebe just pursed her lips and said very unwillingly: "You can't be considered a qualified adult like you!"

"what happened?"

Bird continued to play dumb: "Is it because I accidentally supported you just now? Then I'm sorry."

Seeing him like this, the secretary stopped talking and just lowered her head, her eyes fixed on her tightly closed legs, trying to use this method to resist the urge to straighten her tie.

Seeing that she seemed to have given up on communicating, Bird lost interest in the matter, so he reached out to untie his crooked black tie and carefully tied it again, making sure that this time it was neat and tidy, so that even the most stringent obsessive-compulsive disorder could not find any fault with it.

"Cough cough."

After doing all this, Bird coughed twice and said, "Miss Phoebe, would you mind raising your head for a moment?"

Phoebe hung her head stubbornly. She had already made up her mind that she would not pay any attention to Bird's words no matter what. She looked like an ostrich with its head buried in the sand, thinking that if she couldn't see it, it didn't exist.

Seeing that the other party was unmoved, Bird realized that his trust in this matter seemed to be too low, so he said bluntly:

"I've already tied my tie."

"Eh?"

Miss Ostrich was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously raised her head from the sandpit. But as soon as she looked up, she felt a little regretful. What if this was a trick to trick her? Wouldn't she feel uncomfortable all over again?

But after seeing it clearly, Phoebe's eyes suddenly lit up.

Bird was smiling at her, and on his chest, a pure black tie was neatly placed in the center, without the slightest deviation or tilt, full of just the right beauty.

The discomfort in my heart disappeared without a trace, leaving only a feeling of comfort lingering in my heart, like the happiness of drinking a sip of ice water in the middle of summer.

"Feeling comfortable?" Bird asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Ah."

Phoebe nodded subconsciously.

"Not keeping your head down anymore?" Bird asked again.

"Um......."

As soon as she nodded, Phoebe realized something was wrong and immediately changed her words: "No, I just lowered my head and felt a little dizzy."

Bird stared at her for a long time, until the secretary felt embarrassed, then he smiled slightly.

"Actually, there's nothing to be embarrassed about." He began, "Your condition is called obsessive-compulsive disorder. It's a common condition, and many people have it to some extent."

"Obsessive-compulsive disorder?"

This was the first time Phoebe heard this and she looked curious.

After all, mental illness was not taken seriously even in previous lives, and in this era, no one has ever summarized these things. They just generally call them "crazy", "stupid", "possessed", etc., instead of treating and guiding them correctly.

"As the name suggests, obsessive-compulsive disorder is a disease that causes 'compulsive actions' and 'compulsive thoughts'."

With nothing else to do, Bird started a little science education: "For example, demanding perfection in everything you do and feeling uncomfortable with even the slightest flaw is a typical symptom. There's no need to feel ashamed of it. On the contrary, the more you find it difficult to talk about it, the more you try to suppress it, and the more likely it is to get worse."

"You don't have enough to be considered sick right now, but if you're not guided correctly, it's hard to say."

"Then what should I do?"

Phoebe was shocked by the consequences.

"Don't feel anxious, and don't be shy about speaking up," Bird counseled. "If you feel uncomfortable, just speak up and don't hold it in."

He pointed to his chest and said, "Look, for example, this tie of mine. If you had told me earlier and tied it properly, wouldn't there be so much trouble? If I hadn't tied it properly, wouldn't you have been feeling uncomfortable and holding it in your heart? The more you think about it, the more uncomfortable you feel. Wouldn't your illness become more serious?"