The president is with her political enemies [Interstellar]

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She realized it might be a belt.

Cynthia looked up, and Siddig was wearing a belt loosely around his waist——leather, with many thorn-like metal decorations on the surface.

The warm breath hit her neck, and Siddiger's hand went down her collar.

She tilted her head and wanted to kiss the other party, but was staggered.

"Let me ask," said Siddiger in a low voice, "the Union's attitude towards this incident."

"You shouldn't ask such a spoiling question at this time," Cynthia smiled, her eyes misty, "wait a minute, wait until we... can discuss it slowly?"

"I'm too impatient, honey." Siddig kneaded her chest, "bulky?" She pinched her fingertips viciously, "You see?"

"Siddigg..."

"Shhh, keep quiet." Siddiger put his hand on her lips, then took out the phone.

cell phone?

"Are you going to make a short film and put it on the Century Tower for the world to see?"

"Don't say unnecessary things," Siddig said with a smile, "otherwise I can guarantee you will regret it for the rest of your life."

She dialed the phone.

As if prepared, it was connected immediately.

"Good evening, Sir Seamo and Ernos." The voice of the very sweet hostess came from the other end of the phone, "Thank you very much for cooperating with our interview today."

"I am very grateful to Mr. Ernos for cooperating with my interview," Siddig said, "You see, as I said, Mr. Ernos is a very reasonable person. I just mentioned it, and she agreed. ."

Cynthia opened her eyes wide.

what agreed?

What did you agree to?

At this time, she can wake up no matter how much she drinks.

"Yes." Siddig licked Cynthia's lips, "Mr. Ernos."

"...Yes, I am very honored that Lord Seamus can come in person. To be honest, I was shocked when I heard it for the first time." Cynthia raised her upper body with difficulty, "But now, the surprise is still unabated. ."

The host smiled, "I was also very surprised. I thought it was a joke when I first received the call from Lord Seamo."

I don't think it's a joke.Cynthia thought.

"Then the interview begins. Your Excellency Xi Mo took the initiative to undertake the work of asking questions, I just need to watch the time." The host joked: "Are you interested in working here part-time?"

"After I leave office." Siddig said, "Please reserve a seat for me."

The host laughed, "Then the interview begins."

Sid Digger kindly reminded: "Your Excellency Ernos, this is a live broadcast connecting the whole world, please be careful when you speak out." She pressed Cynthia's ear and said in a very low voice: "Satisfaction Your wish, are you not very pleased?"

"Are you going to make a short film and put it on the Century Tower for the world to see?"

Thinking of what she said just now, Cynthia couldn't even smile wryly.

"Okay, the first question is the attitude towards the empire's 'unconventional means within the scope of international law'." Siddig said with a smile.

Cynthia said: "If I answer this question in front of the President of the Empire, will it affect the state and personal relations?"

The host said: "Your Excellency Ernos, according to preliminary statistics, the number of people watching this live broadcast is 17 billion. Do you think His Excellency Seamo will treat you in front of these 17 billion people?"

Cynthia shook her head sadly, no, you don't understand, you don't understand anything.

"Answer, sir."

Cynthia had never thought through the answer to the question this much, never, "I think," she cleared her throat, "that the Empire is a show of force."

"Oh?"

"What is unconventional means in accordance with international law? There is no definition in international law. Invasion of the capital is defined as aggression in international law. What about economic sanctions? Border harassment? We cannot confirm what is unconventional in accordance with international law. Means. But I know, this is definitely not a very cute way, such as asking you to drink tea and eat sugar cookies in a pink room."

Sid Digger was noncommittal. "I have no comment."

Sid Digger did not comment, and gave her full freedom, she just undid the other belt.

The soft leather belt squeaked in Siddiger's hand.

"What's the sound?" The host asked at this moment.

"It's the phone, I think." Siddiger replied with a smile.

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☆、No.16 Chapter Lasher

"Hey, you can't this..."

Sid Digger put his hand over her mouth. "You don't want to be heard," she said softly.

"Then the next question," Sid Digger said with indescribable joy in his voice, "what do you think of the Reich-President."

Cynthia smiled wryly, "Is this your question?"

"It's not me." Siddig glanced at the phone and said, "I found the problem from the observation network."

The cold belt brushed against Cynthia's face, she hesitated before saying: "She is very beautiful."

Sid Digger half-kneeled in front of her, raised his head and kissed the corner of her mouth, "What a good answer." She said jokingly.

"Yes, good answer...we don't have any friendship..." The metal trim scratched her neck with an eerie shudder.

"What more do you want?" Sid Digger asked her with a low smile, "What position?"

From now on, the host's side was dead quiet, as if waiting for her answer.

"Very deep communication," Cynthia responded. "Deep, suffocating, hot, and soft, it clings to my fingers, it's addictive."

The whip was raised, but it only landed on her side.

"Answer well, my question." Sid Digger said seriously, smoothing Cynthia's hair.

Even if Cynthia saw her extremely malicious expression when she asked the question with her own eyes.

Yes, malicious.

This is revenge against her, she already knows it.

"About Sir Seamus, she is an excellent woman. Although I don't know much about it, at least that's what others have told me. She is still very beautiful, especially in her clothes. Why does she have so many clothes?" Cynthia suddenly Lowering her voice, "I think she looks best when she's not wearing any."

"I agree with your point of view, sir." Sid Digger played the role of interviewer seriously, but the next second, the belt dropped suddenly.

The sharp whip wind tore the cloth, making a sharp sound.

Cynthia let out a suppressed snort, and a glaring red mark immediately appeared on the pumped chest.

"Go on," she licked, and Cynthia hissed, "please go on, sir."

"Siddigg..."

"Please continue, I still want to hear," the well-manicured nails drew maliciously across the red mark, "Huh?" She seemed to be very surprised, "Stand up?"

"You really are," Siddig licked his lips, and whispered in her ear, "There are still such people, are you really okay?"

Cynthia took a few deep breaths, "Siddigg."