With an anxious mind, Martha continued her life as a small handy person.

She summed it up by saying that she had done a total of three things wrong the other day when she sent the documents to the president.

First, she broke the President's lavish vase right after she entered the door. Since the President was getting ten thousand yuan per day, I guess he won't remember the vase, right? Well, the matter is basically settled.

Secondly, she pounced on the president (this one is a slam) and kissed him. However, when she thought about it, it was clear that he deliberately stretched out his foot to trip her up, and she wasn't the one who started it. So, she didn鈥檛 seem responsible? Well great, she could 't be blamed for this, she guessed

Thirdly, she farted on the President. Well, it was the President's self-inflicted evil. He scared her when he naturally treated her as a pillow.

After summing up, she realized that she didn't have to be jittery since it was all the President's fault. She believed he would be so generous that he wouldn't cause her any trouble.

However, on that day, apart from personally proving the President's unpredictable and inscrutable personality, she also confirmed a rumor that her President, ah ah! was really a gay!

That day when she escaped from the president's house stealthily and discreetly, she ran out of the front yard gate and crashed into warm arms.

"Ah," she was knocked to the ground again, twice in a row these days.

"Miss, are you okay?" A pretty slender hand came towards her. The nice sound at first feel like an April breeze, sending a warm wave through the heart.

Martha Evans looked up. It was lucky that her glasses didn't get knocked off this time. She was stunned.

This man, he was super smart.

Poised and impressive, he smiled tenderly, revealing two rows of white and beautiful teeth. The handsome man wore glasses as well as she did, and she never knew that someone could put them in such an attractive way with a gentle air floating over him.

"Miss?" Seeing the frozen Martha Evans on the ground, a hint of worry appeared on the handsome man's face.

When Martha Evans reached out slightly shyly, he helped her up as his palm passed through a burst of warmth.

"I'm fine, thank you."

With her gritted teeth, she thought to herself, why did she have to run into a handsome man when she was in such a mess? She hadn't left Mr President's territory yet.

That was right! It was in Mr President's turf? This handsome man appeared outside the door of the President's house. Could it be that he was coming for the President?

"May I ask why you are here?" she asked tentatively, gesturing to the door behind her that had just been slammed closed with a "bang".

The handsome man laughed again with a smile that would have made the flowers bloom.

"That's right, I came to see Raymond. Did you just come from his home?"

Martha Evans thought over his words in his mind, mainly about the affectionate epithets he had addressed the Mr President.

"Raymond?" A thought flashed through her mind.

She once heard someone say that when you walked down the street and you saw two unbelievably handsome men together, there must be a good chance that those two men were GAY!

So, this amazingly handsome man in front of her and the captivating president inside were...

My God, she did not dare think any further down the line.

It was at this moment of that Martha suddenly became enlightened. It turned out that the President was thinking of his lover, and that's why he was so out of his mind, right? No wonder. Their love is destined to be a tragedy without the understanding and support of many.

"The president is sick, as in badly sick. You may go and see him. He probably misses you." Martha Evans finished speaking and ran off in a huff.

"My name is Wayne Shaw, what is your..." before the words could drop, she had run out of his sight.

Tut-tut, such a smart guy turned out to be gay. That would tear apart so many girl's hearts.

Sitting on the toilet, Martha Evans' imagination ran wild. When she reached into the toilet paper basket, she got the naked paper towel tube in her hand. Damn, how unlucky she was. No more toilet paper? Is it about her?

"Anyone there? Anyone there?" She called out in a weak voice a few times.

When hearing a group of female voices slowly move in from outside, Martha Evans wiped her tears and thought that here came the savior. As she was about to scream, the name of their President flew into her ears.