My Prime Minister is so cute

Fortunately, Phoebe added another sentence at this time, which made Bird come back to his senses a little. He dazedly left the soft thighs and sat on the girl's bed in a daze.

"Did I fall asleep?" He touched his head, still a little confused about the situation.

It was not until this moment that Bird noticed the secretary's uncomfortable expression. It seemed that her thighs were numb because his head had been resting on them for too long.

"Well, I saw you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't disturb you."

Enduring the numbness in her thigh, Phoebe smiled gently. "But it's time to go to work, so I took the initiative to wake you up. You won't blame me, right?"

"No, no."

Bird quickly waved his hand: "Thank you for your hard work. I accidentally fell asleep. My legs must be sore, right?"

"It's okay, a little sore is nothing."

The secretary shook her head, and then seemed a little worried, and asked again: "By the way, Mr. Bird, about Sean's matter..."

"Sean?"

Bird had just woken up and was still a little groggy. Hearing the familiar name, he subconsciously said, "Didn't we already make arrangements with that guy last night? We recruited him into the environmental protection organization. Any questions?"

As soon as the words came out.

The air suddenly became very quiet.

Phoebe gave him a confused look, "We arranged it last night...what do you mean?"

Bird realized that he had said something wrong accidentally. He swallowed and a drop of cold sweat slowly dripped from his forehead.

"Um, this..." Bird was sweating profusely and tried hard to explain, "Actually, what I meant was that I was thinking about arranging things for Sean last night..."

The secretary obviously didn't believe his explanation.

After a brief moment of reflection, she connected the dots in her mind, and she seemed to understand something, realizing that she had been taken advantage of for free. The secretary's eyes suddenly became sharp, as if they wanted to pierce Bird completely with their gaze.

At the same time, she said calmly, "Mr. Bird, could you please explain this matter in detail?"

Bird: “…”

Chapter 166 I'll Die So Soon

Downstairs of the staff dormitory provided by the government.

The man sat on a small stool with a small stall in front of him, drinking beer and staring idly at Phoebe's dormitory building across the street.

"Ah, this job is easy, but it's too boring." He yawned and glanced at the calendar on the wall. "Uh, there are still three days until the next shift. This is too hard to endure."

The man's name is Derek, and he was sent by Nora to observe her daughter's condition.

Although Nora did not bring Phoebe back to Central City, she still sent people to follow and observe her in shifts.

In order to avoid being discovered, there is no need to observe too carefully. Just check from a distance every day to make sure Phoebe is going to and from get off work normally, has not disappeared, and looks healthy. To sum up, it is indeed a very easy job.

It's just a little too boring.

Derek yawned again, picked up the newspaper beside him, and prepared to read it for the third time.

at this time......

Two people came down from the building opposite. The one in front was his main target, the Prime Minister's daughter, Phoebe Nora. The one following behind seemed to be the man who had entered the building earlier, but his memory was a little unclear.

Derek didn't pay much attention to it at first, but now when he saw the two of them coming downstairs together, he realized that something seemed wrong.

What's even more wrong is.

Phoebe, who was walking in front, had an abnormal walking posture at this time. She was limping, and her face looked very angry, with puffy cheeks, as if she had experienced something bad.

The man behind tried to help, but was pushed away angrily by Phoebe.

Although he pushed her away, it was clear that she wasn't truly angry, but more like...she looked like she had been teased?

"No way?"

Derek suddenly perked up, his eyes almost popping out of his head. "Could it be that? Could it really be that?"

Born as a farmer, he dares to make professional judgments.

This is banana pie.

"hiss--"

Derek looked strange, and was in a dilemma: "Should I report this?"

......

Bird's side.

After failing to comfort the secretary who was very angry because she had been deceived.

He came into the hotel with slap marks on his face.

"What's going on with your face?"

Seeing him, Sarah frowned and immediately asked, "Who hit you?"

"It's okay, I just fell down."

Bird touched the red mark on his face, looking serious.

"Wrestling can leave slap marks." Sarah rolled her eyes and snorted coldly, "There's no point in denying it. I can guess it. It must be you, a pervert, who wanted to molest a girl, and you got beaten up as a result, right?"

Bird: “…”

"Ahem." He changed the subject, "Before the massage, let's discuss the new work today."

The influence of the Pan-Magic Movement has reached (Low+), and it's almost at (Medium). Maybe it can open up new features for the resignation system. It can be said that this is a very high priority at the moment.

Unfortunately, I have been on a business trip for more than half a month and a lot of work has piled up. Coupled with the newly added task of improving the working environment of workers, I have been too busy to spare any time.

After I had almost finished the work at hand, I finally found some time to discuss the new work.

In contrast...

Bird glanced at Sarah.

During this period, Miss Magician has been eating and drinking well at home every day, getting enough sleep, and having him give her a massage every now and then to relieve her stress. She has become fair and tender, and looks energetic and rosy. Her originally pointed cheeks seem to have become a little rounder.

It’s so well raised.

It's time to work hard...

"New work?"

Sarah's ears twitched, she looked up, and asked with interest, "Where is it?"

Bird smiled slightly and took out a stack of manuscript paper from the briefcase he brought.

"This is the outline for 'The Heart of Earth'," he explained briefly. "It tells the story of humanity's accidental discovery of a civilization living deep beneath the earth, in a world with temperatures reaching thousands of degrees Celsius."

"Underworld?"

Sarah's eyes lit up, and she eagerly took over the outline: "How can life survive in places with temperatures of thousands of degrees? That sounds very interesting..."

But she didn't have time to open the outline and take a look at the contents.

Bird took out another stack of manuscript paper from his briefcase.

"This is the outline for 'The Mountain,'" he introduced. "It tells the story of a race living in a world made entirely of solid matter, no gas or liquid, practically nothing but mountains, and a mountain climber from Earth. It's somewhat similar in style to 'The Rural Teacher.'"

"There's more."

Sarah was surprised for a moment, but still took it with great interest: "It sounds interesting! After I finish reading it, I will consider which one to write first..."

"As for this matter, I recommend you consider it later."

Bird interrupted.

"What do you mean?"

Sarah was stunned for a moment, her intuition telling her that something was wrong.

Bird did not answer, but continued to take out the outlines he had compiled during this period from his briefcase and piled them in front of Sarah.

"This is the outline for Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea."

　"This is the outline for 'The Fountains of Paradise'."

"This is the outline of the Rescue Plan."

“This one is…”

"......"

Looking at the mountain of outlines in front of me.

Sarah's face suddenly turned pale and her mouth opened wide.

"This, this, so many?" She said in shock, "You can't finish writing them all, right? No matter how hard you try, you can't finish writing them all. How on earth do you come up with so many works? Don't you ever get stuck???"

It's absolutely infuriating.

She would sit behind her desk and spend days trying to come up with an idea, and most of it was garbage.

As a result, this pervert came up with so many creative ideas casually, and they all looked much better than what she wrote. Although not every one of them was at the level of "Rural Teacher", they were at least of excellent level.

"How can you not finish it?"

Ignoring the latter part of the question, Bird smiled. "Novels are indeed more difficult, but short stories of 10,000 to 20,000 words shouldn't be difficult if I work hard and finish one in three days, right? After all, I've already given you the outline."

Now Bethsabia's reputation has begun to spread.

If you want to further increase your influence, the simplest and most direct way is to work hard to produce new works.

However, the magician herself doesn't seem to have the determination to devote herself to the revolutionary cause...

"No, absolutely not!"

Sarah frantically shook her head left and right. "I'm going to die! This soon! I'm going to die!!!"

Chapter 167 Why are the soles of my feet sticky?

"Listen up, Comrade Sarah."

Bird sneered at this and said, "I'm not trying to negotiate with you. If you continue to work in such an inefficient way and delay the promotion of pan-magicism, I will..."

"What about you?"

Sarah was stunned for a moment, then something clicked in her mind, and her face flushed red. She distanced herself from Bird and hid on the other side of the bed. "You, you, you pervert! I was wondering why you asked me to come to the hotel to talk about your new book! We can talk about this at home."

"So you've made up your mind to use impossible conditions to force me to agree, and then threaten me to do something like that???"

"Pervert! I will never let you go! Burning! Water torture! Death penalty..."

It’s over, it’s over.

Now the two of them were in the hotel, at this distance there was absolutely no way to resist...

Sarah covered her body with the quilt, hiding inside and shivering. Only her two white silk feet, which she had not had time to retract, were exposed outside, and they were stretched straight due to tension.

Bird: “?”

"Well, it's not to that extent."

He paused and said, "I just plan to tell Sophia that you and I checked into a hotel if you don't agree!"

Sarah: “???”

"Are you crazy?" She poked her head out from under the quilt, a look of shock on her face. "You're going to tell Sophie about this? Aren't you afraid she'll be angry?"

"What do I have to be afraid of?" Bird asked in return. "Someone exploits my labor every day to give her free massages, and she's even afraid her best friend will find out. What does that have to do with me, the one being exploited? Do you know how much extra energy I have to expend just to give you a massage?"

"I have nothing to lose anyway."

"As for you... there will probably be no more massages from now on."

No more massage?

Sarah was shocked. Thinking of the comfortable feeling she had every time she had a massage, she felt extremely reluctant to leave.

After thinking for a long time, she said in embarrassment, "But, if I write one article every three days...I really can't do it."

"How quickly can you finish one?" Bird thought for a moment and asked.

“One article a month.”

Sarah Lion said loudly, "I finish one article a month."

"Long?"