The president is with her political enemies [Interstellar]

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Sid Digger said sullenly, "Yes."

"However, even an independent individual, even the best human being, is born with human feelings and troubles. Sometimes confession is not weakness," Cynthia looked up at the sky, the empire's governance of the atmosphere is very strict, she can Seeing the stars, "It's not showing weakness. Sharing can be regarded as an obligation between the married couple. I mean sharing emotions, not debts."

Sid Digger smiled.

"I don't mind if you tell me what happened, and I hope you don't mind, even if I can't do anything," Cynthia said with a smile: "I really don't believe that I can't do anything, and it will be better to say it, you If this goes on, I'm afraid I'm going to send you to the counseling room, Siddiger."

After a long time, Siddig said: "I feel that the environment I live in is changing, not a natural change, but a man-made change. I seem to want to overthrow and rebuild some people's impressions."

"Isn't that what we go through all the time? You feel betrayed?"

"I'm not sure." Siddig said with a wry smile, "I'm a little depressed, don't laugh, I mean it."

"How does it feel to say it?"

"Nothing special." Siddig said, "Maybe you feel the same way as me?"

"Problems are meant to be solved." Cynthia said, "Then how do you think you can resolve depression?"

"Striptease with some pretty blondes? I'm kidding...like seeing you?" She fell silent immediately after she finished speaking.

"real?"

"Is this a joke too?"

"What's a joke?"

Sid Digger paused, "I don't want to see you, I was joking."

Cynthia pondered: "Look down."

Sid Digger said: "Stop making trouble, Your Excellency. For the past few months, non-registered personnel are not allowed to enter the New Bridge at night." She said as she walked to the balcony of the bedroom.

Below - nothing.

Sid Digg shook his head and smiled slowly.

But immediately she couldn't smile, because something suppressed the corners of her upturned mouth.

Sid Digg put his arms around the other's waist, and Cynthia was hard to the touch in her safety gear.

"I've been waiting for you to call me," Cynthia said, "Do you know how long I've been on the roof?" She was wearing a spectral coat, and she really couldn't see anything at night.

Sid Digger pushed her away. "Let's go in and talk."

Cynthia went in and closed the balcony window and drew the curtains.

"With all due respect, you look like a thief now." Seeing her take off her clothes and the equipment around her waist, Siddiger said.

"With all due respect, you are so cold," complained Cynthia, "you were so miserable just now that you wanted to see me?"

"I'm just kidding."

"I'm serious." Cynthia said.

"Okay," Sid Digger sat down, "so why are you waiting for me?"

"I learned from very legitimate channels that you will go out today, but the itinerary is kept secret. It's nothing, but too many things have happened recently, and I have to worry about your condition--mental and physical conditions, so I am here Waiting for you here." Cynthia's eyes were full of smiles, which were actually more beautiful than the stars in the sky, "Actually, I am very contradictory. On the one hand, I wish you all the best, but on the other hand, I hope you will come to me... ' Before she could finish Siddig buried her head in her shoulder.

"Thank you." she whispered.

"Just thanks?"

"Thank you," she whispered in Cynthia's ear, "my love."

Cynthia almost didn't push her away, "I tell you, don't provoke me now." She looked around Siddig's whole body, "You are exuding indescribable pain all over your body now, very much."

"Tempting? I'm afraid I'd laugh out loud if you said that," Sid Digger went on.

Cynthia shrugged, "That's the only word I thought of." Siddiger put his hand on her chest and flexibly unbuttoned her.

Cynthia remained motionless, waiting for her movement.

The shirt was quickly removed to the shoulders.

Sid Digger tore off his clothes and went into the bathroom.

The water in the bathroom was not loud, and Siddiger was washing very carefully. Cynthia licked her lips and drank the ice water on the table in one gulp.

She closed her eyes until she heard footsteps.

She could smell the aroma in the bathroom, and Sid Digg.

She opened her eyes.

Siddiger was wearing a pajamas, pure white, without any exposed parts.

Yes, except hands, feet, head.

"What is this? A sack?" Cynthia couldn't help but ask.

"You can go wash now," said Sid Digger.

Cynthia walked towards her, "I think I can't wait."

Siddiger stepped back in coordination, and both of them fell on the bed.

"Yes, I can't wait." She reached for the remote control, pressed it, and turned off the bedroom light, "I'm so tired, let's go to bed."

"Sleeping? Which sleeps?"

"The one in the literal sense." Sid Digger said sternly, "Go to sleep, don't get up too late tomorrow."

"???"

I'm all undressed and you tell me this?

"Go to sleep." Siddiger murmured holding her.

Cynthia curled a strand of Siddiger's hair. "Well, sleep," she replied.

Sid Digger was indeed tired, and she didn't wake up when Cynthia spoke on the phone.

Cynthia would have liked Siddig to sleep longer, until she blew up all the newspaper offices.

"It turned out to be a brothel with a bad reputation," the article wrote: "It's hard to imagine, if it's really President Seamus, then what would such a noble woman do there?"

The homicide in the ghetto received little attention at first, until it was connected with Siddiger.

The relationship between the two was exaggerated in the article. Sid Digger went to the slums, and after that, a child died of sexual suffocation.

"What's your take on this matter?" the reporter asked.

Cynthia replied: "Nonsense. President Seamus had a meeting with me yesterday, and the secretary and accompanying officials can attest that using such means to smear the president of a country is really disgusting and disgusting."

"What?" Sid Digger asked bewilderedly.

"Nothing." Cynthia replied softly, kissing her on the lips. "Good morning."

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"Good morning," her mouth was covered by Cynthia, and Cynthia said a few more words before hanging up the phone and letting her go.

Sid Digger turned on the phone, and there were more than a dozen email reminders. After reading them one by one, she said, "I changed from a homosexual to a pedophile overnight."

"That child is so charming." Cynthia said.

"Oh," she took the mobile phone to the bathroom, and threw the mobile phone into the bathtub filled with hot water, "Go to hell." She turned to Cynthia and said, "Remember to buy me a new one."

"Public expenses?"

"You still have to pay for my mobile phone?"

Cynthia crossed her chest, stood at the door, and smiled helplessly.

Sid Digger was brushing his teeth, his hair fell in front of her, and she pulled it impatiently into his ear.

Half an hour later, the other party was sitting neatly in the meeting room, Jane was sitting a little higher than her, dressed very formally, such a beautiful and heavy crown seemed to be able to break a person's neck, but she remained motionless, Like a beautiful sculpture.