My Prime Minister is so cute

"That's definitely not possible."

Bird complained, "It's not okay to have a girl in a room wearing only long johns and a shirt. As for whether I'm tired or not, I'm actually pretty strong."

"Actually, he was wearing a cloak," Misabel said.

"It's just a layer of cloth, what's the difference?" Bird asked back.

"Of course there is." Misabel said, "Sometimes there's just a gap between a girl and a woman..."

"Stop, stop, stop -"

Bird quickly interrupted, "Anyway, make a decision quickly. Send you home or something."

"If Mr. Bird has no objection, then I don't mind." Misabel nodded, then pondered, "But when I think about it, I'm actually in a very dangerous situation. I actually invited a man into my home while wearing very little and having no ability to resist."

"Don't worry, I won't do anything." Bird was really speechless. "And the fact that you're wearing so little is entirely your own fault, right?"

After complaining, he bent down and squatted.

Misabel lay on his back and put her two small hands around Bird's neck: "Hold on tight."

Bird then stood up and subconsciously held the editor-in-chief's little butt at first, but immediately realized that something was wrong, so he changed the position of his palm and instead hugged the thigh that seemed to be not much different from his arm.

"Ah—" Misabel groaned softly, "Teacher Bird, please be gentle."

Bird frowned. "Don't say such weird things. And you didn't react when I held your butt just now, why are you reacting so strongly now?"

Misabelle blinked and said in surprise, "Ah, doesn't Mr. Bird understand? A girl's inner thighs are much more sensitive than her buttocks, so it's normal for them to have a bigger reaction, right?"

Strange, or rather, normal common sense has increased.

Although for Bird, his buttocks and thighs both feel equally elastic, and he needs to control them to avoid focusing on them.

After chatting for a while, we finally set off.

Bird still exercises regularly, and Misabel is small and light, so it doesn't take much effort to carry her on his back.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I can always smell a faint scent of cantaloupe. It seems to be coming from the editor-in-chief... Is she wearing some kind of cantaloupe-scented perfume? No, no, no, there shouldn't be such a brand of perfume, right?

Bird was lost in thought.

Go out, close the door, and go down the stairs.

After leaving the hotel, Bird followed Misabel's instructions and headed east.

"East?" He asked doubtfully as he walked. "The rich area is on the west side, right?"

"Ah, Mr. Bird, do you think I should live in a wealthy area?" Misabel asked.

"People generally think so, right? After all, if you run a magazine, even if it's an adult magazine, you can definitely make some money," Bird said.

"I'm sorry, but we didn't make any money before," Misabel explained. "We were barely managing it. Ever since you, Teacher, started serializing 'Time Travel,' 'Happy Paradise' has gradually started to make a profit, and I've saved up a small amount of money."

"But that savings was also used for the transformation of Happy Paradise."

"I see."

Bird nodded, understanding.

In this case, Misabel's "cooking skills (intermediate)" can be explained. It is probably because she has practiced cooking for herself.

"So I'm really grateful to Mr. Bird, from the bottom of my heart."

Misabel lay on Bird's back and whispered, "It was the serialization of your work that initially saved Happy Paradise from bankruptcy—although that was only materially, after all, your work actually had nothing to do with Happy Paradise at all."

"At that time, I was probably just a little grateful. After all, fundamentally, it didn't change the situation of Happy Paradise. There were still so many people who would buy it, and the extra sales were all because of you. As long as you announced your job change, those fans would abandon Happy Paradise without hesitation."

"My idea at the time was to meet you and try my best to persuade you not to switch to other magazines."

"But Sarah doesn't seem to want me to see you."

Misabel said a little confused.

Don't be surprised! That Sese magician is too embarrassed to admit that he found an adult magazine, so of course he's doing everything he can to prevent you from seeing me. He's just afraid that I'll find out about it!

"But fortunately, I still see you."

Misabel smiled slightly. "I originally thought that even if you made some excessive demands, for the sake of Happy Paradise, I could agree..."

"Eh?"

Bird was stunned for a moment.

"But the result was much better than I expected," Misabel said. "Teacher, not only did you not take the opportunity to make excessive demands and were willing to continue serializing in Happy Paradise, but you even pointed out the problems of Happy Paradise to me and offered suggestions for transformation."

"However, the transformation suggestions you provided have truly brought Happy Paradise back to life. This time, it's truly been revitalized."

"I can foresee that the magazine 'Happy Paradise' will be a real success."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Bird. All this is thanks to you."

"Well, you don't have to thank me so much." Bird felt a little embarrassed. "If you want to thank someone, you should thank Sarah. I just did it casually."

This is true.

Initially, because her manuscript was rejected by "Magic World", she just found a small magazine to publish it. But who would have thought that Sarah would actually find a mature magazine.

The subsequent suggestion for "Happy Paradise" to transform was just because he felt that being serialized in an adult magazine was really a black history and he was trying to save it. From the beginning to the end, Bird was indifferent to the situation of "Happy Paradise". He only learned the name Misabel a few days ago.

From this perspective, the person the editor is truly grateful to is Sarah.

Chapter 150 This Time It’s the Real Thing

"Even if it was just for the convenience of Mr. Bird, you really helped me."

Misabel didn't care. Instead, she used a little more strength and hugged Bird's neck tightly with her thin arms to prevent herself from falling. "No matter what you think in your heart, you are a great benefactor to me - I thank you from the bottom of my heart."

"..."

Bird thought about it and couldn't help asking, "So you thought of this way of expressing your gratitude today to repay your benefactor?"

"Don't you like it?"

Misabel blinked: "I finally came up with this..."

"Well, it's not like or dislike, right?"

Bird still didn't know what to say. He felt speechless.

"Don't tell me you're not satisfied enough..." Misabel thought for a moment, revealing an embarrassment. "If you want me to wear only that underwear for you, like on the cover of this issue of 'Happy Paradise', then I'm a little bit..."

"Ahem, I never said that."

Bird coughed twice and retorted, "I think I should make it clear that I like intelligent, plump, adult women. You don't meet any of these requirements, so there's no way I'd be interested."

"Eh, is that so?"

Misabel said in surprise, "But from my observation, Sarah seems to be similar to me and doesn't meet these conditions, right?"

"That was just an isolated case."

Bird said righteously, "Besides, I've already said that we are just gay at the moment."

"What about the other woman with long blue hair?" Misabel asked again, "She's the one who's always by Miss Sarah's side. I'm not sure her name, but she seems very close to you."

Bird: “…”

A drop of cold sweat slowly dripped from his forehead.

Oops, oops...

When did it start that none of the girls around me meet my aesthetic standards?

so horrible!

There is a problem, there must be a problem!!!

Bird reviewed his recent actions in his mind, but couldn't find any problems for a moment... He felt that he was just living a normal life and working, but unknowingly, he was surrounded by younger women. It was as if there was a magical hand controlling everything...

No, that's not right, there is an exception!

Bird's eyes flashed, and he thought of Phoebe who was far away in Forks. He thought of the secretary's broad mind that was so admirable that she could balance the poor position around him with the power of one person and suppress all the ominous things.

But then again, she is the Prime Minister's daughter, right?

.......well.

With a sigh, Bird fell into a long silence.

Just now.

"Ah, we're here. My house is right here." Misabel's voice came from behind. It seemed that the editor-in-chief's house was indeed not far from the hotel.

Bird took a look at the stone house in front of him.

It is certainly not as luxurious as a villa, but it looks relatively clean and tidy, and it is safe and fireproof, which is much better than many ordinary people’s homes.

Use the key to open the door.

The furnishings in the house are also clean and tidy, and the furniture is all practical. If you have to say there is any luxury item, it seems to be a set of tea sets in the middle of the living room. It seems that the owner has an extraordinary liking for black tea - as for how Bird knew it.

After all, the whole room, apart from the ubiquitous smell of cantaloupe, which was the same as the editor's, there was also the smell of black tea. It was hard not to smell it.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Bird."

After entering the house, Misabel's expression relaxed a lot. She smiled and said, "Just put me in the bedroom. I'll rest in bed for a while."

"It's okay. Now that you're here, it's not convenient for you to move around like this."

Bird waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "There's still some time. Tell me where the things are and I'll pour you a glass of water and get you an ice towel and leave."

As he said this, he put Misabel down on the bed in the bedroom and left, then turned and left to look for something.

The weather is relatively cold.

Misabel was not wearing much to begin with, just a shirt and a pair of long johns. She had already taken off her outer cape and crawled into the warm white bedding, breathing a sigh of relief in comfort.

However, listening to Bird's busy movements in the living room, Misabel's two beautiful light green eyes blinked slightly, as if she had thought of something.

Then, the entire bed began to move briefly, and then calmed down...

When Bird finally returned to the editor's bedroom after busying himself in this strange house for a long time with a glass of water and an ice towel (in this weather, an ice towel can be made by wrung out of water), he saw Misabel lying very quietly on the bed. If you didn't know her, you would think she was a quiet girl.

"The water and towels are on the bedside. Please use them later." Bird put down the towel and cup. "I'm leaving now."

Misabel showed a hesitant look on her face, as if she was considering something.

But in the end she just nodded: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Bird waved his hand, turned around and prepared to leave. "By the way, don't come to that hotel to look for me. I've finished my business in Central City and will be leaving in the next two days."

I heard that he was leaving Central City.

Misabel's hesitant expression froze: "Is Teacher Bird leaving now?"

"Yes, I'm from Old Forks. I'll be going back after I finish my business." Bird smiled. "But the manuscripts will still be supplied as usual, and I will definitely come to live in the Central Mayor in the future."

"When?" Misabel asked.

"Who knows, maybe a few years, or maybe more than ten years?" Bird shrugged.

"That's it."

Misabelle nodded, and without hesitation, she smiled. "By the way, I have a gift for Teacher Bird. Let's consider it a farewell. Can you lend me your hand?"

"And there are gifts?"

Bird was stunned for a moment, but still stretched out his hand.

The next moment, a white and soft little hand stretched out from the quilt and placed an equally white object in his palm.

It was a pure white cotton underwear, the material was soft and warm to the touch, and there was a small blue bow on the top, which was quite cute.

Bird: “???”

This, this, this... could this be? ! ! !

Bird looked at the fabric in his hand in shock, then looked at the editor lying on the bed in front of him.

But then he remembered the previous scam, and Bird's expression gradually calmed down - most likely just some freshly taken out change of clothes, warmed up in the quilt? This kind of thing is completely meaningless, just two pieces of cloth.

"Sending something like this again."

Bird couldn't help but shake his head: "I already said I'm not interested. There's no point in changing the style."