The general should have finished his work, so he stopped, looked at the cup, then leaned on the chair and looked at her: "He is quite good at doing things."
"Thank you, General, for the compliment."
She said humbly.
It's not okay to be immodest.
Who calls you the leader?
If you want to stay, you can only flatter me.
The general waved to her: "Come here."
The action was the same as last time, which made her feel scared, but she could only walk over, but she didn't dare to go to the general's chair, but to the corner of the desk.
Because the brim of the hat was lowered, I couldn't tell if he was frowning, but he was obviously a little unhappy: "Do you always stand so far away?
Are you afraid that I will eat you?"
She pursed her lips and muttered timidly: "The general can't eat people, but he can take things.
Isn't my necklace gone?"
Now the general's slightly elongated face lifted up, he turned his head, put his fingers under his tall nose, and laughed.
He robbed other people's things and was still so happy. . .
The general laughed for a while and said with a smile: "Come here, I won't take anything from you again."
"Oh" she walked over obediently.
The general looked her up and down.
There was no doubt that this man was worthy of a woman's mad love.
At this time, he was sitting like a slightly lazy black panther, seemingly relaxed, but ready to enter combat mode at any time and deliver a fatal blow to his opponent.
After a circle, his eyes fell on her hand: "I heard that your fiancé used all his salary to buy you a small piece of jewelry."
She covered her right hand with her left hand and looked at the general nervously: "He's trying to get my ring again."
Does this general really have a strange habit of stealing other people's jewelry?
See her like this.
The general was stunned, then laughed again, this time he couldn't help laughing for a long time.
After laughing enough, he said: "If you want it, I will return it to you."
"You will really give it back to me."
She was overjoyed.
She was really worried that she would not be able to get it.
This necklace had never been out of her sight for so long.
Whenever she used her fingers to touch it these days, she could only touch nothing.
I have a strong sense of loss in my heart.
"I will return it to you."
The general turned around and continued his official duties.
Pretending.
Deliberately titillating, she stared closely and asked: "When?"
The general responded calmly: "When the time is right."
It was her turn to choke, when the time was right.
Who knows when.
But seeing that the general was busy at work, he couldn't ask any more questions, unless he wanted to be charged with disturbing the general and interfering with important national affairs.
Pendant, pendant.
Her precious pendant.
Want to cry but no tears.
With her mouth pursed, she could only stand there filled with sadness.
I secretly looked at the general.
Although the view from where he was standing was the side of the general, which was not very clear, he was probably suppressing a smile.
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It could be seen from the lines on his mouth. . .
The way he smiled, there was someone's shadow in every move he made. . .
"Are you looking at me?"
the general suddenly asked.
"Ah" she responded: "Oh, yes.
If I don't look at the general now, who should I look at?"
The general thought for a while: "Fat to the door.
Could it be that the enemy jumped out of my head?"
She turned around as ordered, faced the door, and murmured: "It is said that Athena jumped out of Zeus's head.
If a general can have things jumping out of his head, he must not be an enemy."
This made the general amused again.
He seemed to tremble slightly, probably laughing, and then returned to normal and continued to handle affairs.
Someone knocked on the door, and the general said, "Come in."
An officer came in, holding a briefcase in his hand.
He strode to the desk and placed the document on the table, blocking part of the three-dimensional image: "General, please sign."
The general opened the black folder and read it.
Even if it is so developed, it still requires a signature.
After all, computer programs can be attacked by hackers.
The more primitive something is, the more effective it may be.
The officer stood waiting in front of the desk and glanced at her standing beside the desk with her hands behind her back as if guarding.
Only she understands that letting her guard is just putting on a show.
Her fighting ability may be okay against gangsters, but in a real one-on-one fight with a professional, she will only make a lot of noise.
But when the general asked her to serve as a guard, she had to show off her appearance.
Even though she was only as tall as the shoulders of the incoming officer, she still stood presentable, trying hard to raise her head and chest, and stand with her hands behind her back.
After reading and confirming that it was correct, the general opened the desk drawer, took out a pen from the drawer, unscrewed the pen cap, and signed the document: "That's it."
"Thank you, General."
The officer picked up the folder, gave a military salute, turned around and walked out.
They all have majored in education.
Look at their figure and straight shoulders, they don't look like her.
With their chests straightened out, they look like security guards at most, nothing close to the military.
The general screwed the cap back on his pen and placed it on his desk.
Turning her eyes to the table, she was stunned.
It was very familiar. . .
The general felt it and turned sideways: "This is a beautiful thing, isn't it?"
"Yes..."
She looked at the gold pen with diamonds inlaid on its tail, shining brightly under the light: "It is a limited edition worldwide.
I saw it a long time ago."
"It was issued many years ago.
It is possible that this is the only one left.
The robot never found one when performing tasks in the abandoned city."
The general picked up the pen and put it in the drawer again.
Obviously he cherished this gold pen very much.
The price at that time was astonishing, but now it may be astronomical.
What a coincidence, everything is so coincidental.
Seeing the general's resemblance to someone, she pretended to be brave: "General, can I ask a question?"
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The general looked at the three-dimensional data on the table: "Ask."
She took a deep breath and said, "Do you know a man named Albert?
He was once a state legislator."
The general continued to look at the three-dimensional data: "What does he have to do with you?"
She could only provide as much information as possible: "It's an old friend.
I...my elder separated from him early.
When we separated, he had just become a state legislator.
I don't know what happened to him later."
"That's it."
The general picked up the cup and took a sip.
Then he put it down: "Water."
She quickly picked up the cup and went back to boil some warm water.
I heard the general say from behind: "The Senate system was abolished twenty years ago, and everyone is almost dead.
Why do you still need the Senate?
I'll help you find out."
His heart was extremely complicated, and the most disappointing thing was that it proved that the general did not know Albert, although he was indeed similar to Albert in some places.
And her teammates didn't hide anything from her, otherwise they would have found information about Albert in the library's database.
She poured the water as calmly as possible and carried it over: "Thank you, General."
"It seems you are really illiterate."
The way the general looked at her reminded him of Albert again, his dark blue eyes as deep as the ocean.
He clicked on the desktop casually with his finger and thought for a moment: "Go out to the secretary's room.
Ask the secretary to inform Amelia that I will go there for lunch."
"It's the general."
She was about to go out when she heard the general say again.
"You go too.
Let her prepare for three people."
He was stunned for a moment, but he still replied promptly: "Yes, General."
After walking out of the office, she stretched her waist first.
I stood there for almost half a day.
It's just exhausting.
But bear with it, you can rest for three days after one day's work, as long as the general is not thinking about giving her special tasks or standing in front of his desk every day.
The secretary's office is next to the general's office, and the door is always open.
She walked to the door and knocked to draw the attention of the person inside.
Contrary to expectations, the office was entirely filled with men, wearing military officer uniforms.
The officer who came in just now is also there.
"I'm sorry."
She tried to express it clearly, even if it might be discussed by others.
But it is better to express it clearly: "The general ordered me to inform the secretary, and ask the secretary to inform Ms.
Emilia that the general will go there for lunch...
I also went with him and asked her to prepare lunch for three people."
What should I call Emilia?
The general's wife, or the general's lover.
It would be more appropriate to call her lady.
The officer who delivered the document stood up and nodded: "I understand, I will notify you."
"Thank you."
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After she thanked her, she turned and left.
The four officers in the entire office, even if they didn't ask or say anything, all looked at her with burning curiosity.
I originally thought that the general's secretary should at least have a beautiful woman whose uniform hugged her hot body tightly, but they were all men, which was also interesting.
Is it because he is afraid that women will affect his judgment, or because he doesn’t want to have any relationships or scandals with people related to his work, but he is somewhat certain that such a man must clearly distinguish between public and private matters.
But why leave her alone next to the desk?
Well, she doesn't look like a woman, she looks like a child.
At least the general wouldn't do anything to her, and that was all he could do to comfort himself.
After knocking on the door like a secretary, she got permission and walked in.
"The secretary has been notified."
She told him.
"Yes," the general replied with only a nasal tone.
What to do next?
You can't stand in front of the table stupidly.
She walked to the desk as quietly as possible without disturbing the general, and then faced the door and continued to practice being a wooden figure.
Fortunately, there is a clock hanging on the wall opposite.
After so many years, the clock remains unchanged.
The prototype of the clock has not changed for hundreds of years since its birth.
Watching the second hand jump one by one, my mind involuntarily drifted to the past and many, many things.
Finally, the hour and minute hands merged at the "12" position at the top of the clock, and melodious music sounded from the building's speakers, reminding everyone that lunch time was here.
The general turned off the computer, stood up, and straightened the wrinkled area on his uniform: "Let's go."
She followed the general, and it only took a little more than an hour from the time of notification to now.
I don’t know whether the ingredients are stored in the refrigerator or need to be picked up again, or whether it is better to call and order directly.
But when she followed the general into Emilia's room, a strong fragrance told her that Emilia had prepared lunch herself.
The dry-fried cod is very tender; the pasta is sweet and sour, just the right amount of wet and dry; the creamy seafood soup is creamy and fragrant.
The silver tableware on the table is polished to a shine.
Silverware is like this.
There can't be any stains.
The only way is to polish it carefully.
The more you polish it, the brighter it becomes.
You must hold the cloth with both hands, otherwise fingerprints will be visible on the knife handle after wiping, even if there are grooves and patterns on the knife handle, it will be useless.
I could already smell the strong aroma of coffee and milk, but I didn't know what kind of dessert to bake.
I am really impressed by this woman.
She is so pregnant and studying for a degree.
Seeing Emilia looking at the general eating crazily again, no matter how hard-hearted the man is, he must be moved.
"It's really delicious."
The general finally appreciated it.
He didn't want to boast about such a lunch anymore, and he was too proud of it.
"As long as the general wants to come over, I will do it."
Emilia suddenly smiled happily on her face.
"It's better to order food as much as possible."
The general shoveled a cod from the big plate with a public shovel and put it on his own plate: "I don't want you to be so tired."
"You're not tired.
Doctors say that proper exercise is good for the fetus."
Emilia was very happy.
Obviously, the general would have something delicious for the next meal.
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Her words were either directed at the general or at the child.
Cheng Qianxun's mouth was only used for eating, and he knew in his heart that the food cooked by Amelia was much more delicious and less oily than the food ordered and eaten in the restaurant.
The general kept saying that he didn’t want Emilia to get hurt, so why did he inform her to come over for lunch?
"I've finished eating."
The general wiped his mouth again and put down the embroidered napkin.
If he wiped it like this, it wouldn't take long for a napkin to become stained and not even washable, or the embroidered hair would fall off. .
It will be time to embroider again, but Amelia will definitely be willing to continue embroidering.
You should know that hand embroidery is extremely slow.
A simple pattern like this will take at least twenty hours of work.
She lamented slightly in her heart, woman, woman. . .
Emilia's blue eyes suddenly changed from bright to dim, but she still tried to fight for it: "General, would you like to eat some of the egg tarts I baked?"
Egg tart, there is such a thing.
Cheng Qianxun could not wait to nod his head.
"I have something else to do."
The general paused briefly and said, "Bake a few.
I'll ask the secretary to come over and get some later."
"It's not enough for me to bake again, it will be soon."
Although Emilia was a little disappointed, she was still very happy, as if the egg tart could represent her.
Cheng Qianxun could only eat quickly.
She was on duty today.
"You just stay here and chat, there's nothing else to do in the afternoon."
The general stood up, went to get dressed, and said to Emilia: "It seems that you two got along quite well.
She talked a lot about you in front of me.
"Thank you for your hard work.
I really don't have time, so let her spend more time with you."
Emilia immediately cast a grateful look.
Apparently the general had asked or even ordered her not to stand up to send him off, so she sat down.
He smiled and said softly: "General is the one who works hard, I know..."
With that affectionate look, his eyes became bright again.
Cheng Qianxun could only continue to sigh: Woman, woman.
As soon as the general left, Emilia sighed slightly, then turned her eyes from the closed door to her, laughed suddenly, picked up the whole plate, almost startled her, and was so enthusiastic The ultimate greeting: "Do you want more fish?
Please eat more
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