The president is with her political enemies [Interstellar]

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"I think it should be longer." Feng smiled and said, "You have a wedding of the century going on."

"It seems that my marriage has been guaranteed the most reliable." Cynthia said.

Feng Dao: "To be honest, you are not the one I am most satisfied with." She glanced at Cynthia's bright face and continued: "But you are indeed the most beautiful one."

……

"You mean Alder's fiancée, Sid Digger, is a president?" Don frowned, then laughed out loud.

"What's wrong sir?"

"Draft me a lawyer's letter."

"what?"

"Someone committed bigamy. This is big news." Tang still couldn't hold back his smile.

Ogfeinbi's method of forcing people to bow their heads is very effective. If this woman is not Siddig, he may have already boarded a special ship to find Alder, but...

This 'fiancée' has married his adopted daughter, and he is also the witness.

This is really the funniest joke of the year, he thought.He glanced at the mirror, the man in the mirror still had a young face in his twenties, but his temples were already white.

……

The balls of the Seamo family lasted almost all night, and that was of course the work of the Marchioness.

Throughout the night, Cynthia finally saw Marquis Hayne once. He stood on the stairs, wearing a pure white lab coat, nodded to them from a distance and went out.

"This family is crazy." Feng complained.

Sid Digger shrugged. She had long been used to a mother who was delirious all the time and a father who rarely appeared.

The whole hall is filled with the mixed smell of perfume, cigarettes and wine.

Syd Digging on Cynthia's wrist, "We're out, Grandma."

"Are you back?" Feng asked.

"Not coming back." Sid Digger's tone was like a little girl's.

Feng sighed and said, "Well, let's go."

They walked through the crowd and walked in the garden surrounded by various plants.Moonlight spilled down.

Cynthia held out her hand, "Ma'am, may I have the honor of dancing with you?"

"Yes," Sid Digger gave her his hand, "you have."

It was a treat to watch the beauties dance, especially Siddiger's crimson skirt that flew up as she twirled.

She raised her head, extremely proud.

That makes her look like a queen.

"What did you say to my grandmother? I haven't seen her so happy in a long time." Sid Digger said.

"I said that I will never give up on you, even if our love is a disaster for you in the end." Cynthia said truthfully.

"I see, she's so happy because finally someone dares to disobey her."

Sid Digger rolled out of her arms with a smile, "Did you know that those who dared to resist my grandmother were thrown into the river at the New Bridge and turned into fish food."

"If our grandmother used force against me, that would be a really big diplomatic incident."

"What? Whose grandmother?"

"Our grandmother," Cynthia repeated. "Grandmother is already arranging the wedding, and she wants you to carve out a month to prepare for it."

"You didn't tell her we had our wedding in the Union?"

"I don't want to spoil the old man's happiness."

Siddig was amazed, "I really didn't know you were such a filial granddaughter, Your Excellency Ernos."

Cynthia was humming Arlanda's tune, her movements were graceful like a real dancer, "Don't you really like dancing with me?"

Sid Digger smiled and said, "Who is the comparison object?"

Cynthia pretended to be unintentional and asked, "Governor Alder?"

Sid Digger chuckled.

"Answer my question, sir." Cynthia said seriously.

Siddig looked up and down, and then slowly said: "Of course it is you, of course it is you, Your Excellency."

They didn't say anything more after their lips pressed together.

Feng lowered the curtains, "It's really exciting." She sighed, "It really is a young man."

Dorothy poked a piece of apple with a knife in boredom.

"Where is Your Majesty Jane?"

Dorothy put down the knife and said, "Her Majesty Jane said she doesn't like the smell in the hall, so I sent someone to send His Majesty back."

"It's been a long time since she went out." Feng straightened his hair. "Is her leg still not getting better? What a pity, her mother dances so beautifully."

"The doctor said it's getting better, but it will take time to stand up, dance...sorry, I'll ask tomorrow."

Feng shook his head and said, "No need. It's already late, go back and rest."

Dorothy stood up and saluted and said goodbye.

"Wait a minute." Feng said again: "I have some small gifts, please pass them on for me."

The maid handed Dorothy a very delicate box with a small name card on the side of the box. The box was not heavy, and it seemed to be something like chocolate.

"It's troublesome." Feng said with a smile.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel of diamond for the landmine, and I love it.

☆、Chapter 5 His Majesty

They sat in the back of a car.

The soundproofing panels were automatically lowered.

"What else did you say? You said you would give me rights?" Siddig laughed and said, "How are you going to give me rights? Armed with the Empire?"

Cynthia said: "It's not impossible."

"It really can't." Siddig said: "It's ok, let's stop talking about such a heavy and impossible thing." She leaned on Cynthia's shoulder, "Let me sleep for a while, and call me when it arrives. "

The speed is getting faster and faster.

"Are you in a hurry?" Cynthia asked strangely.

"What time is it?" Siddig joked, "Are you afraid that there will be access control when you go back?"

The speed of the car was really fast. Siddiger opened his eyes, and the driver was concentrating on driving.

wrong!

She looked up suddenly.

That's not concentrating!

He stared at the control panel with an almost crazy expression.

If you look closely, you can see the driver's lips moving, as if muttering to himself.

Sid Digger also noticed this, she yanked open the sound insulation panel, put the gun to the driver's head, "Stop!"

The driver muttered excitedly, his pupils dilated to the point of dilation.

Sid Digger turned and stunned the opponent with the butt of his rifle.

"I can't use it." She pointed to the control panel.

Cynthia pushed the driver's head away, leaned out half of her body to use the control panel.

Her expression was serious, "Locked?"

"what?"

"Locked state." Cynthia explained: "The buttons cannot be used if this continues."

"That's why I like the manual transmission, never having to worry about someone touching your control panel."

"They can cut your brake lines," Cynthia said.

"According to this speed," Siddig looked at the rapidly changing scenery around him, and they simply walked on a straight road, with no turns and no speed limit, "where are we going next?"

She asked while waiting for the communication department to answer the phone.

Cynthia clicked on the destination, and this thing was still visible.

"Hi, hello. We're having some trouble with the car, we can't stop, it's about mach five an hour. Destination of the control board, is it loaded?"

"I think in five minutes we'll be under the Lund Tower Bridge."