Mr. President, Please Love Me

yebrow lightly, and the sou

s narrowed like half a month under her glasses

ut a spectacle case from the cabin

ded very familiar. She ju

lked obediently

t her with a trace of

ring pushed the glasses

a bit difficult to understand. Did the Pres

nged into comfortable posture, leaning his back ag

g tone was qu

of exquisite black-frame glasses. The style was exactly the same as th

e half-sentence, a big quest

r ask

f wisdom, a little employee like her

a madman. Although I was grieved, if the old was not broken, the new will not come. I thought about it later and thought it through. I may not accept this pair

to shudder: "No one ever rejected me." Madman? It was the

ing, Martha Evans refuted in her

She felt compelled t

so scary, which was so cold

sadistic? Or cranky? Now he was pissed off and wanted to beat her up? It see

of her, the handsome face was instantly magnified

ee me c

This lens was more

oes it

nt asked this question, he must want to her compliment. Such answer certainly fitted the inten

d, you can leave." He waved to her and stood there with h

such a big deal to hear praise from her. He could have told her

able and amiable Mr President could be judged so di

have been born for him such as temp

acted by women, and the probability of

she deeply feels that how could a man so handsome, charming, and rich be a ga

he sent the documents and he gave her glasse

eaders, Lucy, her boss, gave her a document with a not too kind face: "The pre

home is." Martha Evans too

mber is in the company's employee roster, find it y

option of "refuse to go becau