My Prime Minister is so cute

Bird cut the chicken into pieces and put it in his mouth. He found that it was fried just right. He nodded and said, "Your cooking skills are very good."

"It's nothing. I just used to try to cook occasionally at home. Over time I got a little better at it," Phoebe said modestly.

"This level is more than just knowing a little bit."

Bird put down his knife and fork and smiled. "It tastes great. I've increased the portion. By the way, what do you want from me?"

"Forehead......."

Seeing through her, Phoebe said a little embarrassedly, "Well, I did some follow-up investigation and found that Mr. Sean is having a hard time these days. He can't find a factory willing to hire him. Add to that the blow of his physical injury, and his mental state seems to be very bad. He's on the verge of collapse..."

"After all, he plays a very important role. I think if possible, can we arrange a job for him?"

Sean?

Bird remembered the instructions he had given Roy yesterday and seemed to have already made arrangements for this person.

But looking at the secretary in front of me who was wearing home clothes.

Bird thought for a moment, coughed twice, and said with an embarrassed expression: "Miss Phoebe, this is not easy to handle..."

Chapter 164 The Evil Boss and the Pure Secretary

"Is it difficult to handle?"

Phoebe frowned slightly after hearing this and asked in confusion, "Mr. Bird, this little thing should be easy, right? Besides, it doesn't require a very good job, just enough to make a living for that poor Mr. Sean."

"It's not just difficult, is it?"

Bird made up an excuse and said, "There are so many poor people in the world. How can you possibly care about them all? Do you think I'm going to arrange work for them all?"

"I'm not trying to care about everyone, I just feel a little sorry for Mr. Sean."

Phoebe replied rationally, "Besides, Mr. Bird said that as long as I'm influential enough on your side, I can satisfy some of your willful requests, right?"

"Is my portion not enough?"

As she spoke, she habitually leaned forward a little so that her eyes could meet Bird's more closely, hoping to convince him in this way.

But there's a problem.

Unlike many men who wear the same clothes to work and after get off work, girls generally pay more attention to it.

For example, a secretary usually wears formal clothes when she works at the district government. Her whole body is tightly covered, and her chest is also covered tightly. However, when she wears private clothes at home, it seems that because her breasts are relatively large, it is uncomfortable if they are too tight, so she will choose a looser version.

So this ordinary forward leaning action now carries a hint of unintentional temptation.

Bird gasped.

The portions are incredibly filling, absolutely massive! One person is better than six (referring to Avril's level; normally, it's only three people!)! If I could fill any more, I'd have to wonder if I had a genetic mutation!

Silently retracting his gaze, Bird coughed twice and asked, "What do you think, Miss Phoebe? Do you think you have done any irreplaceable work recently?"

Theoretically, this little thing is indeed just a sentence.

But... hehe, the secretary finally asked him for help, how could he let it go so easily?

Unfortunately, the secretary seemed not to understand what he meant and actually started to argue with him seriously.

"Mr. Bird, although I didn't do an irreplaceable job."

Phoebe said, "But that doesn't mean my work is meaningless. Repetitive labor itself needs to be completed by people. Besides, I have faithfully followed your instructions. I don't think there is anything I haven't done well enough."

"If you think there are mistakes in my work, please point them out and I will correct them as soon as possible."

Being stared at by those pure and serious eyes.

Bird almost felt a little unnecessary shame in his heart and immediately said that he would do it right away, but fortunately he came to his senses immediately and stopped this useless emotion.

md is not acting anymore.

"Cough cough."

Bird coughed twice and said, "Let me put it simply, Miss Phoebe. If you want me to arrange work for that gentleman, this meal will definitely not be enough."

"Isn't it really enough?"

Phoebe glanced at the dinner plate on the table in distress: "So what do I need to do?"

"Actually, it's not as difficult as you think. All you need to do is agree to a small request..."

Bird smiled slightly, leaned over, and whispered his request in her ear.

"?!"

After hearing Bird's request, the secretary's cheeks flushed and she stammered, "Mr. Bird, this is harassment, right? This is really bad workplace harassment, right?"

Looking at Phoebe, who was blushing and very shy.

It tastes just right. It tastes just right.

This is the plot I expected~

Bird's eyes flashed, and he said calmly, "Haha, take your time to think about it. The decision is yours anyway."

After saying that, he stopped talking about this matter and lowered his head to concentrate on enjoying his lunch.

Although the dishes were the same, Bird's plate had significantly more chicken and relatively fewer vegetables than Phoebe's. Recalling her previous experience of ordering food at a restaurant, it seemed that Phoebe preferred vegetarian food.

As for Miss Secretary.

Although he was eating at this time, he looked obviously absent-minded. He fiddled with his knife and fork casually. A blush flashed across his face from time to time, and his expression hesitated from time to time, as if he was struggling in a dilemma.

Bird's eyes lit up as he watched.

Hehehehe, this is the feeling...

Struggle! Suffer! Torment yourself by your own moral standards and compassion! Should you comply with the demands of your evil boss, or watch helplessly as these poor and helpless people suffer?

It's really exciting, hehehehe.

After quickly finishing his lunch, Bird wiped his mouth and smiled at the secretary who was still eating slowly, not knowing whether she was trying to delay time in this way or was still struggling in her heart.

"Have you thought about it?" Bird asked deliberately.

"Sorry, please wait."

Phoebe whispered back, "I'd like to think about it some more."

"Haha, there's nothing to worry about, and it's not a difficult thing," Bird said casually. "It's very easy, definitely easier than you think... Besides, it's actually quite common."

"But, I think this is not appropriate..."

"Really? I think it's very suitable. It's very suitable."

"...Mr. Bird, you are not a qualified adult."

Phoebe looked up at him with a bit of resentment: "I originally thought you... forget it..."

He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

Although I tried very hard to delay time, the lunch was so large that soon there was not a single crumb left. The whole plate was so clean that it made me wonder if it needed to be washed.

"Have you considered it?"

"I, I'll wash the dishes first, okay?"

"Haha, if you don't want to, forget it."

Seeing that the secretary was still hesitating, Bird pretended to be impatient and stood up, as if he was about to leave: "I don't have time to wait here."

"Wait, wait a minute." The secretary reached out hurriedly and grabbed the corner of Bird's clothes.

"what happened?"

Bird paused, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Have you thought about it?"

"...Well, Mr. Bird, I agree."

Miss Phoebe spoke as if she had made a great decision.

As she spoke, she loosened her grip on Bird's clothes, walked to the bed she had made spotlessly clean, without even a wrinkle to be seen, and sat upright on it.

"Please, please!" she said with a flushed face.

Chapter 165: Very sore and swollen

I was surprised to hear that the secretary actually agreed to my conditions and put on such an attractive attitude.

Bird's eyes lit up, and he walked to the bed without hesitation and lay down on the soft bed where the girl usually slept. Then...

He rested his head on the secretary's lap.

"Hey."

Phoebe looked helpless, as if she had seen a naughty child. "Mr. Bird, why did you ask to rest your head on my lap? It's obviously not comfortable at all."

Feeling the soft touch on the back of my head.

Bird said seriously, "This is actually a medical procedure. According to research, knee pillows can increase serotonin, a substance in both partners' blood that is beneficial to physical and mental health, and can also help lower heart rate."

The secretary not only has very big breasts, but also very big thighs.

Slender and firm, plump and soft, full of sensuality.

I've been craving it for a long time.

"You've got to be kidding me, right?" Phoebe pursed her lips, not believing it at all. "How could anyone be so bored as to research thigh pillows? Besides, it doesn't look like it has any medicinal benefits, does it?"

"Who said that? I'm in a good mood right now."

Bird narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

It’s a pity that due to the very heavy object blocking the view, I couldn’t see the secretary’s shy face, which was a bit regrettable.

"That's just because you satisfied your own bad taste!!!"

The secretary couldn't help but raise her voice slightly, as if to express her inner dissatisfaction.

But he immediately realized something and his tone became much gentler: "Um, Mr. Bird, Mr. Sean's work..."

"Don't worry, I'll arrange one for him later."

Bird smiled slightly and said, "I guarantee that it will not only cover his future living expenses, but also allow him to properly utilize his strengths and gain a sense of accomplishment."

Working for an environmental protection organization is much better than working in a factory.

Moreover, his disabled left hand and his past experience in the factory can indeed allow Sean to play his unique role. Even people with strong self-esteem can work with peace of mind without making others feel that they are being given charity.

"That's good......."

Phoebe breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that her sacrifice was not in vain.

Although, as Bird said, there are countless poor people like Sean in the world and it is impossible to help them all, but since she happened to know this and understood the other party's current situation, she still hoped to do what she could.

Although the request to use my thigh as a pillow is a little embarrassing, if it can save someone...

Thinking of this, Phoebe's original resistance on her face eased a lot.

She even took the initiative to stretch out her tender little hand, and gently stroked Bird's hair as if stroking a kitten or puppy, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

...Mr. Bird can be so cute sometimes.

It feels like a baby, resting its head on my thighs.

As for Bird, he rested his head on the secretary's soft and plump thighs, smelling the faint mint scent that belonged only to the secretary. Now, his hair was being stroked by soft little hands. He enjoyed such thoughtful service. Suddenly, his evil soul seemed to be purified, and he felt like he was about to ascend to heaven.

Many people say that knee pillows are a psychological effect and are actually not very comfortable. They make it obvious that the woman’s legs are very thin!

The secretary's plump thighs are just as comfortable as a pillow! Plus, there are soft little hands caressing my head. The user experience is simply perfect!!!

It's a pity, it would be better if she changed into black silk...

Bird's mind was wandering, and his eyelids became heavy unconsciously.

In fact, he had only planned to sleep there for about ten minutes.

However, I had just finished my meal, and the blood was flowing into my stomach and intestines, so it was a bit difficult. Now, enjoying such thoughtful service, I closed my eyes and became drowsy, and fell into a dream unconsciously.

.......

I do not know how long it has been.

"Wake up, Mr. Bird."

Bird was awakened by a soft voice in his ear. He opened his eyes, but his sight was blocked by two mountains. He could not see the source of the voice at all. He just looked at the strange existence with confused eyes.

"Mr. Bird, it's time to go to work."