Until she was admitted as a friend by Dior, she rightfully cherished the friendship very much.
But he was not happy for more than three hours, and he was working on his work with great energy. Suddenly, he remembered that this bastard has a good relationship with the whole Charles family
As for the few surviving members of the Charles family, it is not the focus of the little aunt's attention!
Margaret was very worried, she cherished it for a long time, and finally found out that Dior's friends are all over Odu...
That lady is a ball
So, is the original friend such a casual relationship
No, I don't accept it!
Margaret side-tracked and asked a few of her subordinates the definition of their relationship friends:
"If you can chat together, if you are comfortable with each other, you will become friends!"
"Those who have common hobbies and have known each other for a long time can be counted?"
"There will be different friends at different stages of life..."
"Multiple friends and multiple paths, why should you refuse a friendship that is delivered to your door?"
"There are many friends, but no confidant... woo woo woo."
After a very irresponsible sampling survey, Margaret confirmed from these veterans that she really doesn't need any harsh conditions to be considered friends.
Is this a very basic, very common relationship
It's not unique, it's not exclusive, as long as it's been together long enough, it's rounded up
Humph, that fellow Dior is obviously a big idiot who can't pick friends!
Humph, even brother and sister Charles can be friends with him, and I am so moved by being recognized as friends, it's shameful!
Hehehe, I am the Left Prime Minister of the Empire, the little devil most favored by His Majesty!
Handing him an olive branch is his luck in his three lives, and he should be grateful!
It's so uncomfortable, Dior is a good person, how come he is friends with brother and sister Charles
Margaret struggled from the military until she went home, rolling around in bed thinking about it.
In the end, I didn't understand what I should think clearly, and I figured out a lot of things that shouldn't be thought of!
For example, Roger arranged for Dio to be the bait, indicating that Roger was very aware of Dio's hidden strength.
His Majesty knew and endorsed this action, indicating that she also knew Dior's strength.
Maybe, His Majesty is also friends with Dior!
After all, he was brought into the Cabinet by His Majesty.
Anyway, in the whole world, only you are kept in the dark, the clown who doesn't know anything, right
The more Margaret thought about it, the more she lost, the more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt, Hammer...
I struggled for half a month for a layer of friendship, and finally Dior agreed happily, not because of how special he was, but because the word friend was worthless
Obviously it's irrelevant, but the small ceiling fan just feels a little green on the top of his head.
In short, she was jealous even though she was just a friend.
The first friend in her life was a courtesan with a lot of friends. She didn't fall asleep all night, and it was hard to wake up.
Because he has never had warmth before, he is very careful about the little candles he has now, which makes him extremely sensitive.
Just like abandoned stray cats, they are always more wary than ordinary domestic cats. They are always afraid that their sincerity will be abandoned in the end, so they simply don’t pay.
Margaret was in a similar situation.
I don't trust others, I think deeply about myself, I don't think I can trust myself.
In the end, endless thoughts and thoughts were born, and the night was tangled.
Finally, until dawn, she didn't have to worry about whether to sleep or not.
It's time to struggle with whether or not to find Dior for breakfast today!
Without himself, he can have dinner with other friends, right
One more of oneself is not much, one less of oneself is quite a lot, and putting it in front of others is pure chaos, isn't it...
But if you don't go, you won't get along well with your friends, doesn't that mean you're surrendering to the surnamed Charles
An angel and a devil fought in Margaret's head, and in the end the side who would rather die standing than kneeling won the battle.
"Hmph, I won't be compared by someone surnamed Charles!"
Margaret jumped up from the bed, picked out the best-looking skirt, dressed it up carefully, picked up the breakfast prepared in the kitchen, and walked towards the commercial area.
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Commercial area, Dior's residence.
The magic circles and traps placed by the Tianming Army have been dismantled, and today's Dior is played by shadow puppets to maintain daily life here.
This routine also includes breakfast with Margaret.
"Maybe the explosion of the alchemy device is equivalent to the explosion of the gas pipeline in this world..."
Roger looked at the news published in the corner of "Long Live the Queen" and showed a helpless smile.
The openness of government affairs is always a false proposition. The information held by both parties is asymmetric, the ability to interpret the information is different, and the focus is also different.
If you really want to be transparent, I'm afraid that there will be a big mess, and you will be rhythmically driven by people who care.
Fortunately, the Empire State said "suitable for men" in the recruitment post, and no one would question that it was gender discrimination, and then squeezed the already tense resources of the executive department, and had to respond to such out-of-the-box questions.
Human society always needs appropriate lies and deceit to act as a lubricant. If all are said to be straightforward, conflicts will break out every minute and every second until self-destruction.
Why did Roger think of this
Because now Margaret opposite him, with dark circles under her eyes, obviously didn't sleep well last night, so she was having a little temper with him.
A hint of curiosity flashed in her eyes just now, and she wanted to ask what the gas pipe was, but she held it back and continued to battle wits with the creamy mashed potatoes in front of her in silence.
This girl, apart from saying "good morning" when she entered the room, didn't say a word to Roger.
Roger couldn't help but wonder. Could it be that his identity was exposed and his lies were exposed, which aroused her suspicions, and that was why he was cold and violent to himself
But a mature actor must not take the initiative to be honest because he is worried that what he has done will be exposed.
Expect leniency from the other party for being honest
That's so naive 1
First of all, it is the right of the other party to forgive or not to forgive. What is even more tragic is that because of misjudgment, the other party will say mistakes that the other party did not know, and then lead to more tragic consequences.
And Roger can confirm that the problem between Margaret and him at the moment is not serious.
Her obviously childish anger was using this gesture to convey messages like you coax me.
But if you ask me to coax, I will coax, so am I very shameless
The first time coaxed well, the second and third time must not be more serious, coaxing God can't be coaxed
Don't get used to her!
And the thinking of men and women is different. According to the thinking of straight men, it is easy to go in the opposite direction, and the more coaxed the worse.
For example, some people try to find faults to break the ice, forcibly create topics, and finally lead to small conflicts become big problems, and the other party's emotions explode on the spot...
Therefore, when a woman is angry, it is a very unwise choice to use coaxing to comfort her.
The correct way to appease in the face of cold violence is to change the topic to divert attention and not to open up a new battlefield on issues that may lead to conflict.
Wait for the two sides to communicate and learn about the other party's tangled point, and then find a way to solve it, instead of forcibly breaking through with frontal firepower.
If throwing all the topics doesn't work, then give the other party a cooling-off period, and when she's almost done thinking about it, make another raid.
The enemy advances, I retreat, I retreat, I advance, the enemy is stationed, I disturb, I tired I fight, this is the tactical leader!
Of course Roger would choose that, and there was a more serious problem.
He and this half-blooded little devil are friends, but only friends.
It is not a friend's responsibility to coax a little emotion.
Several topics were thrown here, but Margaret refused to answer. Roger was only going to try the last topic. If the small ceiling fan gets angry again...
Then let her fend for itself for the time being!
It's not that Roger is hard-hearted, but that he grew up in a normal environment, and he couldn't guess that Margaret was eating such irrelevant vinegar because she thought she had too many friends.
At best, this is a manifestation of caring, but from Roger's perspective, this little kid is really inexplicable...
He would empathize, and in some moments appreciate Margaret's nuanced thoughts.
But he is not the roundworm in her stomach, he has always understood her sensitive and strange thoughts.
Roger turned over a page of the newspaper, read it casually, and said:
"Mary, about what I promised you yesterday, I thought of a way to deal with it, which should increase His Majesty's favor towards you."
The fork and plate in Margaret's hand banged loudly, and she raised her head, looking at Roger in disbelief.