blackstone code

The young president's hatred for his wife stems from his powerless resistance to fate.

They had tried to let this woman control his destiny, bear him a child, and then find a reason to kill him.

He did not dare to hate those high-ranking federal officials and big capitalists who planned all this behind her back. He could only put his dissatisfaction with these people for controlling his own destiny on this girl.

By hurting her, abusing her, and even letting her have a relationship with Lynch or others like a female cousin, he tried to fantasize about humiliating the politicians and capitalists behind her.

He didn't know if what he did made those people feel angry, but he felt happy. He had obtained the most attractive thing about revanchism as if he had taken revenge with his own hands -

The pleasure of revenge!

Someone once said that among the many emotional climaxes in people, only the emotional climax brought about by revenge is the strongest!
The deeper the hatred, the more hatred, the more exciting the pleasure of revenge!

That's how the little president was, those happiness made him gradually forget a lot of things.

He even forgot that his weakness and incompetence was one of the reasons for all this. Of course, even if he didn't forget it at the beginning, he took the initiative to forget it later.

After all...it is a human instinct to make excuses for one's own weakness. He doesn't need anyone to teach him anything, he has mastered it.

He once thought that nothing would change, but now it seemed that everything was different again.

Because he gradually realized that he was just sent into a larger fish tank by them from a coffee cup that he could see through at a glance.

He is still him, the same person who has been manipulated by others. He cannot even decide his own destiny, but those hatreds, dissatisfactions, and resentments, stimulated by the deaths of a large number of citizens, make him no longer avoid it!

He had obviously never experienced blood, death, and people's cries, but it was as if he had experienced a lot of them himself.

Furthermore, he also had a lot of dissatisfaction with Lynch.

He has not truly redeemed himself. Like everyone else, he is playing with his own destiny and fooling his own life.

"You look very bad." Lynch walked to the bedside, and the young president's wife took the initiative to push a chair over and let Lynch sit down.

She didn't know what was going on during the day, she was like a bitch in heat, always craving Lynch to fuck her.

She came up with a lot of ideas, and in the end Lynch couldn't avoid his instinct.

She seems to enjoy it, from the pain and sadness at the beginning, to the gradual acceptance, and now to the joy of it, people are really terrible animals!

At this time, the huge wealth delivered by Lynch was still in her heart. Seeing her husband's weak look on the hospital bed, she felt inexplicably excited.

Of course, she won't show it. Over the years of abuse, she has learned how to control her expressions and emotions.

The little president's hand hidden under the thin quilt was clenched but not tightened. He was afraid that Lynch would see something.

He forced a smile, "I'm not very clear. The last memory I remember is that I was on the plane, and then I fell down, and I don't remember anything else."

Lynch picked up the medical record card on the bedside and took a look at it. "They said you had a cold and a fever. There are no other problems."

"You weren't able to solve those problems, were you?"

The young president closed his eyes. He actually didn't want to speak now, because when he spoke, he would recall those things.

But he had to speak, he couldn't let Lynch down.

At least...Lynch will still act, but many others don't even want to act.

"Yes... yes, I begged them not to do that, but they didn't listen to me. I already begged them!"

"They still have to cross the border, even though they know what they're facing."

There were a few more tears in his eyes, and he tried not to look weak, but they still came out.

"They called me and cursed me and said I was a coward and a traitor, and I don't know why they thought that."

“Isn’t everything I do trying to make Marillo better?”

"If there had been no Ice Age, they would now be living in a peaceful environment, without war, without disputes, without racial antagonism, making money and becoming rich."

"But why do they have these thoughts?"

"I don't know!"

Lynch took out a cigarette, and the young president's wife immediately took out a women's lighter, "You actually know very well."

He paused as he spoke, lit it, took two puffs, and slowly spit it out, "There are no ifs."

"This is an unsolvable problem. In fact, you have done a very good job."

"It's hard for me or anyone else to be better than you."

"The character of the Maliro people is very barbaric. They are not like the Nagaril people. Society, religion and culture make the Maliro people unwilling to wait for death."

"With or without you, with or without us, this conflict is bound to break out."

"You can't make everyone sincerely willing to wait for death. As long as one person disagrees, more and more people will resist."

"And we just used the simplest way to solve this problem." "Want to hear a simpler solution to these problems?"

The young president opened his eyes and looked at Lynch, with an inquiring look in his eyes, "Is there really a way to resolve this contradiction?"

Lin Qi crossed his legs and nodded, "You don't believe me?"

The young president hesitated for a moment, then asked, "What is that?"

Lynch had a little more smile on his face, and the young president's wife beside him was also a little curious.

She knew what they were discussing and what happened. She was actually a smart girl, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to get this position.

She doesn't think there is any way to solve these problems. As Lynch said, these are irresolvable differences.

Lynch took a deep breath from the cigarette and sneered, as if he thought of something interesting, and then said casually, "If there were only 600 million people left in Marillo, no one would make trouble..."

At first neither of the other two people in the room understood, but soon their expressions turned strange.

The little president's expression became very abstract, with fear, anger, uneasiness, solemnity, and uncontrollable sadness all appearing alternately on his face.

Compared to the pure shock on his wife's face, his facial expression was a little too rich.

The young president wanted to speak, but for some reason, his voice suddenly became mute.

He put a little more force and his voice sounded a little hoarse, "Is this... your final decision?"

Lynch shook his head. "This is not our decision, it is the decision of the people of Marillo."

"If they keep going south, the federal government will just keep killing people."

"I know you are upset. After all, they are living lives."

"But Marillos are human beings, but federal people are not human beings?"

"These immigrants are causing murders in the federal territory every day, so it is better to deal with the Marillos first than to get our own citizens injured."

The young president made his last attempt, "But... the federation has been promoting the plan of Marillo to merge into the federation. In fact, they are also federal people!"

Lynch shook his head, "But you have been resisting. Although you cooperate with our decision and take the initiative to lobby, in essence you are resisting."

"So now we are not from the same country and have no chance to become one country."

"You missed the best opportunity because of some people's resistance, dissatisfaction, and ridiculous persistence and dignity that they were unwilling to give up."

"They are now going to pay for what they have done in the past!"

Lynch dropped the cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his toes. "Having said all this, I just want you to clearly understand the essence of the matter and stop trying to make things that oppose the federal decision."

"On the one hand, you are not strong enough to fight against the federal government's decision. All your resistance will only make everything more ridiculous."

"On the other hand, you also need to understand your own identity. Are you a federal citizen or a Mariroan?"

The young president is actually a federal citizen now, in terms of nationality.

This was also one of the early practices to allow Marillo to be smoothly integrated into the federation. Even the legal successor to the president was a federal citizen, so some of the Marillo people who resisted lost their reason to resist.

Standpoint is a very subtle thing.

Lynch stood up as he spoke, stamping his feet to straighten his trousers smoothly, "It looks like your situation is not that bad. Have a good rest and don't do anything stupid."

"You can't change anything. Among the few things you can control now, how to live well is the most important."

"This is my advice to you!"

After saying that, Lynch walked to the head of the bed, rubbed his hair, said, "Get well as soon as possible, your family still needs you," and then turned and left.

The young president's wife walked him to the door, then came back and sat directly on the sofa far away, stretching her body.

Lynch became ferocious after taking the pills, which gave her great satisfaction and relaxation.

Connor seemed to be less interested in her in the past half year, and the young president was busy dating in school——

She knew that her husband had a girlfriend at school, but she had no idea what to do about it, let alone tell her about it.

A woman who has experienced strong sexual stimulation and has adapted to higher intensity is suddenly free and really needs some venting.

You can't play with those toys every day, right?

Now she is not resistant to these things at all. Instead, she feels very excited. She will express herself very strongly during the exchange of body fluids.

Shout louder, or make more breakthrough things, it's like a revenge, a revenge!
What she got was not only physical satisfaction, but also psychological satisfaction!

Just now, she even had the urge to let Lynch give it to herself again here, on the bedside, in front of the little president!