I Love My President Though He Is Psycho นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Mercedes wasn't going to kowtow to him like everyone else. "If I don't know any better, Mr President, I would say that you are obsessed with me and you can't do away with my presence." Her tone relayed a mocking effect, making Nathan's eyes squint with a flare of fury, he scoffed, "don't get your hopes up. For as long as I have that dollar bill on the wall, I will do as I please," he stated matter of factly.

President. His voice was emotionless. He just said, 'Don't talk to that shit girl, Mr. President. You stink.' It's like that's how it used to be for me. Worse, there is a woman anchored on his arm! And they had lunch together, kafaaaal! I'm tired of bringing lunch even though I'm sick, then I'll find out that he has a lunch date! It's just a mother!

He shook the men violently. “HE IS TELLING YOU TO TAKE HIM YOU IDIOTS, WILL YOU DISOBEY YOUR PRESIDENT’S DIRECT ORDER NOW?” Alexander was back to shouting. “WILL YOU FUC*ING SHUT UP ALREADY! YOU THERE, TAKE ME TO PRISON!” Hylas said. All that the president wanted to do was to stay alone somewhere and mourn the shape his shapeless life took all of a sudden because of that thing that was called love, when he did not even wish for it, did not even dream of it.

Chapter 3: Mr. Salazar part 2 “Mr. Salazar.” He looked at me and showed me a small smile. I smiled back. “Do you want me to narrate the story again?” He said, jokingly. Can`t blame him tho. Well, this happens a lot, that`s why. He have that stoic face while saying that. If you don`t know him, you`d probably think that he is mad or weird. Imagine, a person joked to you but his face is stoic. Wews.

So he is not understanding why it's bothering him so much. "You are moving on from me so fast?" he mocked, unable to control the bitterness he was feeling. She snorted sarcastically. "Mr. President, I was courting you when I thought you were single. But the other night you made it clear that you are not. And moreover, you even made me realise that i am ruining your relationship with your girlfriend. I am not so shameless to go after a man who is already taken. I think you should stop bothering about me now. My parents will do that. Good day Mr. President " she replied so sweetly, that he thought he might get diabetes with that much sweetness.

“To America.” I shook my head. “I want to stay here.” His eyes came to me. “What are you gonna do, sleep on this mattress all your life?” “No, dimwit, I’m gonna be like him.” I nodded to the TV as a political commercial came on. “He’s the president,” Kristian said. “I know.” I didn’t know that. I just liked the way he looked in expensive clothes, with an audience in front of him. After a moment, he said, “You could be the president if you wanted to be.”

In other words, if someone waited outside for a while and the conversation inside got a little louder, it could still be heard quite clearly. "I heard that beauty telling the president that he was a 'good brother.' My goodness, forget about the president. Even I, as a woman, can't handle that sweetness! It almost melted my heart!" "Wow! I think even the president's legs went weak. Look, when was the last time he left work early? Today, he definitely took the beauty out. A workaholic who doesn't even leave work early is now head over heels in love!" "No wonder someone came out of the pantry earlier looking like she'd lost her soul. If it were me, I would've quit my job. How could I have the g

Russia would be one of the first. The next days arrived and the President served the country of American greatly with his speeches and statements. All the national news channels and newspapers gloated in their President’s competence and legal expertise in the issue. Only if they knew Alyssa and the Secretary of State had drafted those weeks before. But politics is all about image. And who the cameras point to. They pointed to the President and he was the star of the show. He deserved it. On the last day, he’d make a speech, a genuine heartfelt speech about resolution of conflict and peace. Alyssa remembered all over again why she had fallen in love with him. He was what this country needed.

A black Maybach car stopped in front of the Welfare Institute. Son Ba Mirabel elegantly got out of the car, followed the man who immediately went up and knocked on the heavy iron door. "Excuse me, who are you looking for?" A middle-aged woman who opened the door looked slightly startled at this noble-dressed woman. "I'm looking for your Abbot Trovica." Son Ba Mirabel slowly opened her mouth, at any moment, she was elegant and noble, even if she did not use any tricks. “Ah, come in. President Qin has just returned from the hospital, so I'll inform you an hour in advance." "No need, just lead the way, I want to go find her directly." Son Ba Mirabel in a place with a spirit that does not allow

he smiled then winked at me. Argh! I hate it when he’s like this! “You’re a psycho. You should get mad at me for wanting to bite your face,” I said. What’s wrong with him? He shook his head. “If being a psycho means allowing the things to make you happy, well, Amanda, I have no problem being one.” My cheeks heated. Damn. See? He is this charming! No wonder why everyone adores and patronizes him. Stupid handsome man with cute eyes.