Which one is better if the officials are forced to die together [Comprehensive British and American]

Lex hadn't really cared much about what other people thought of him.

Yes, he is a person who attaches great importance to his external image, but that is more to satisfy his own psychological needs, and has little to do with the praise and criticism of him from the outside world-this seems to be a very contradictory statement.

But it should be easy to understand:

When Lex is satisfied with his image, he will automatically filter all the bad words; when Lex is not satisfied with his image, he will collect all the bad words.

When he feels good, he can ignore all belittling and scolding, and when he feels bad, he can ignore all praise and boast.

As for his current image... Lex's mood is a bit complicated.

Want to say like it?It's not that his hairline has receded so that it can't be concealed and he simply shaved his head. Under normal circumstances, who would like a bald head.

Want to say hate?Not at all.If he really hated it, he could have kept his hair up or covered it up with a wig, but he just chose to show his bald head frankly.

The news has become more and more explicit about the president's hairstyle. "Being bald due to overwork" has become a popular joke all over the world. Even the British prince expressed his regret and comfort to President Luthor reservedly on social media.

What's the matter with the emotion in that tone of voice?I feel that sooner or later I will have such a day, but the President of the United States helped him bald first, which attracted the attention of the media?

Lex's mood was a little complicated.

Angry and funny, a little angry, but I feel that there is no need to be so angry... All in all, all kinds of emotions surged up, not to mention how entangled.

And Karl seems to think it's fun for him to do so.

This made Lex even more tangled.

Of course, when Mr. President is sitting in the office, no one knows exactly what is going on in his mind, and the only one who understands his thoughts is Moxi, who perfectly maintains his boss's unfathomable image.

No, the boss is unfathomable, there is no doubt about it.

It's just that when the boss meets Carl, he becomes, ahem, in love.

Mercy doesn't quite know what's going on between the boss and Carl, but she has a little guess as to how the boss's strange hairstyle came about. After all, the boss's hair didn't fall down bit by bit, it happened overnight. Suddenly disappeared.

And it happened to go missing on the trip to the country to meet Carl.

It is known that Carl likes the boss's little curly hair very much, and that Superman once shaves the boss's hair. Ask, where did the boss's hair go?

... This is a sub-question of Taoism, and it is also a proposition of Taoism.

The quick-witted Mercy will of course pretend not to know that the boss has changed his hairstyle, and resolutely refrain from participating in any discussion of the boss's hairstyle.

And Lex, he's relentlessly trying to get Carl to give up his fondness for baldness.

"Honey, you know I'm a president, and this haircut is detrimental to our country's image."

Carl slumped on the sofa: "Don't worry, Lexie, the country's image will not be corrupted by a certain president, especially not by hairstyles."

"I was mocked by Mycroft."

"No wonder," Carl said. "He has such a pathetic hairline that he doesn't have time to laugh at you. The most he laughs at is that you shoot yourself in the foot."

...Carl guessed it right, the British government really laughed at Lex on the phone.

Lex shut his mouth.

The next time he talked about this topic, he used an incredible tone.

"Honey, you use my hair to make sandbags for Connor?"

"That's a doll, not a sandbag."

... Connor that brat, totally using dolls as sandbags.

"But I told him that he can use the doll to vent his anger when he's in a bad mood, so he may use the doll as a sandbag." Carl comforted Lex, "Don't worry, the quality of the doll is very good, you can see it on the head hair?"

"..."

Carl reveals the answer: "That's your hair! The ones I shaved off last time!"

His face was full of surprises, surprises, surprises, stings, and excitement. Lex couldn't laugh or cry, and finally he had to say:

"As long as Connor likes it."

"Nothing, he doesn't like it at all." Carl gave Lex a strange look, as if he was surprised why he would say such a stupid thing, "Who would use a doll he likes as a punching bag? Only those who don't like it That's how you get this treatment."

"..."

There were very few times when Lex felt that something he said was wrong.

"Oh," Carl seemed to realize something belatedly, "don't worry, Connor still likes you, he just doesn't like that doll based on you."

His innocent blue eyes looked pure as a shallow sea.

Who could be mad at a face like that?

Lex can.

But he is not angry now.

"I get it, Honey," Lex said calmly, "I totally—get it."

He silently made a note of Connor in his heart.

Carl, who didn't know (?) that he cheated on Xiaokang, smiled contentedly, turned his head, and gave Lex a wet kiss.

After several similar scenes and conversations like this, even a fool would know Karl's attitude and meaning.

Lex doesn't need "more times".

After he failed miserably to propose to Karl for the first time, and was shamelessly hugged by Karl and did indescribable things on the grass—yes, he asked for it himself, but he really didn’t expect that Karl would be there Being so bold in broad daylight, I don’t worry about being photographed by satellites at all—after all, Carl’s red cloak must be specially made, and it feels good to lie on it—but the most miserable thing is not the failure of the proposal, nor is it being pushed to the ground This and that—but when I woke up, I found that my hair had been shaved.

Rex can deal with any tricks and tricks with style.

But shaving your head...?

This is too much, what kind of mental illness is this?What the hell is Carl thinking?Why do you have trouble getting old with your own hair?

Lex couldn't figure it out.This means that there is one more unsolved mystery related to Carl.

Fortunately, he has enough patience to solve those puzzles.

As for the hair, well, whatever, Karl was a tease, what else could he do?

Maybe it's because his attitude is too frank - whispering a secret that is not a secret, those high-ranking councilors and various bureau chiefs, many of them are people with scarce hair volume.

These people use hair growth products, invite distant oriental doctors to do acupuncture for them, apply strange plant paste on their scalps, and even a few have hair transplants, and they are secretive and refuse to show their true colors.

In comparison, the president who doesn't even wear a hat when he goes out is so fresh and refined, regardless of the eyes of the world!

People are more sympathetic and respect Mr. President.

The bald head is so endearing: isn't he cold (hissing)?

The current president is only in his early 30s, when he is in the prime of life, but he is already suffering from such a stubborn disease...

It must be because the official duties are too busy, and the subordinates are too vegetarian (Moxi:??? Me? Vegetarian???), the poor president, who is overwhelmed by work and cannot get the nourishment of his lover (♂ Carl: Heh.), sullen, gloomy, which led to tragedy!

Reporters can always capture the thoughts and aspirations of the people with the keenest senses.

When they realize what people think...

Louise: Pfft ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

She acted decisively, writing and publishing articles quickly when her peers were still hesitant because of Lex's reputation.

In fact, she didn't write much of her own opinions. Basically, she just integrated the voices of the people, that is, directly wrote the above-mentioned psychological activities on the headlines.

What?Processing?It doesn’t exist, it’s not processed, so interesting, it’s just funny if you put it on it directly, and it loses its taste after processing!

So, when her number one fan, Carl, clicked on the news and read it.

He called Lex who was studying the recipe not far away: "Lexi~"

"Huh?" Lex turned to look at him, his eyes a little alert.

Carl opened his arms to him: "Lexi~"

Without thinking, Lex put down the menu and vegetables in his hand, walked over, and sat beside Carl.

"Are you cold, Lexi?" Carl asked seriously.

"...not cold." Lex replied cautiously.

He thought: Why does Carl ask that?

Carl thought: Lex's bright head must be wondering why on earth I asked him that.

He coughed to hide his smile, then raised his hand to cover Lex's head: "Come on, I'll cover you so you won't be cold."

"..."

Lex was stunned.

This dialogue is really too mentally retarded. He is now like a supercomputer facing the classic version of the red and white machine. Obviously, the functions of the supercomputer have thrown out the red and white machine by several galaxies, but because the system is not compatible, he has no idea how to deal with it.

His stupid look is really rare.

Carl holds Lex's head in his hand and looks at him for a moment, then lets go before the green eyes come back to their senses.

"...It wasn't cold at first," Lex said, "but it became cold after you left."

"I'd love to warm you up any way you like."

"Would you like to marry me?"

"Do not."

"I should have asked you that question a few seconds earlier, hadn't I?"

"Maybe," Carl said, "Maybe."

Lex smiled, got up and kissed Carl's forehead, and then walked towards the open kitchen.

"I think you're having a hard time." A few seconds later, Carl murmured and suggested, "Shall we go to bed early today?"

Lex cut the broccoli in half with a single knife, "What's for dinner?"

"Anything on your body."

Lex changed a broccoli flower, and it was cut in half again: "Don't you want to take advantage of me...to toss my hair again."

Carl laughed.

He tilted his chin and sucked the corner of his lips sweetly towards Lex.

"Come on, honey, I've had enough lamb chops. We've got a little butter at the right time. I think you should be... hot enough to melt it," he said. "Huh? Lexi?"

Lex strikes again.

But the knife failed to cut through the broccoli.

The Honorable President took a deep breath, hesitating whether to accept this temptation... But when Carl got up to leave, he followed without hesitation.

Tomorrow's president will, as always, suffer from the baldness crisis.

Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations.