The president is with her political enemies [Interstellar]

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"I think your actions today are too rash."

Sid Digger looked so ugly when he left, and seemed to have been extremely rudely offended.

"She is using me," Cynthia said with a smile. "A year ago, she would never talk to me, or get up and leave. Russell was killed, and there is no progress in the current case. She needs a hot issue to divert Domestic sight." She kissed the paper, "It's tacit understanding."

The secretary didn't speak any more. She just didn't understand whether Cynthia's tacit understanding was using external conflicts to divert internal attention, or they were using each other.

"Tonight, I'm going once."

"Where are you going?"

Cynthia smiled and shook her head, "Secret."

The author has something to say: Facts have proved that this is just a love essay, with no high-end wits, political situations, conspiracy----none.

The results came down, and I was very satisfied with the exam. I think I can score 10,000+ every day.

☆、Chapter 4 Unpredictable

"After you left the venue, the public opinion continued to ferment," Xia said: "Some people think that you have damaged the friendly relationship with Mobibia, or made the relationship with the Empire more tense, and some people think that you are too rude, even if Cynthia What did you really do, as the president of a country, you should not leave the venue directly."

Sid Digger listened to the secretary's report with an idle expression.

Even if Cynthia really did something?

She sneered.

Cynthia should really be grateful that she is the president of a country, otherwise she would definitely be carried out.

"There is another opinion, the approval rate is as high as 40.00% three," Xi Ya said: "That is, you are doing beautifully."

Sid Digger rubbed Taiyang Xue.

"I'm with the last idea, and I think," said Shea primly, "that if it were me, I'd pour tea over her head too."

Sid Digger applauded her, "What happened to the room change I talked about?"

Xi Ya said: "Sorry, Your Excellency. Since the leaders of each country have fixed floors, the entire fifteenth to ninetieth floors are occupied by people. Although there are no people on the subsequent floors, on this floor, various alarms, security guards The equipment has been installed, and the security department has also designed a plan to deal with emergencies, so we finally came to the conclusion that changing floors is not good for your safety. Of course, if you require replacement, we can also negotiate. "

Sid Digger hesitated to speak.

Compared with Cynthia's harassment, her safety is obviously more important.

"Are you sure you want to replace?"

"No...forget it."

Xia was silent for a moment and said, "Can I ask you why, sir, if you don't mind."

"I don't like the number nineteen," said Sid Digger.

Shia fell silent again.

She knew that this must not be the reason, and Siddig's uncharacteristic behavior today must have something to do with her changing floors.

for what?

"I see, I'm going out, good night, sir."

"Good night."

Sid Digger sat reading for a while.

It was a weekly magazine with Cynthia on the cover.

The woman who was as beautiful as the most exquisite work of art of the Creator held an umbrella and raised her eyes slightly. The bright green eyes were full of astonishing beauty and danger like a vigorous wild beast.

Afterwards, this weekly magazine even used more than a dozen pages to record Cynthia's stories. Although they were all stories that Siddiger was familiar with, she read them very seriously. Still love Cynthia's face.

There are so many photos in it, it's almost like a photobook.

Cynthia is a rare beauty from any angle.

Incense slowly diffuses in the room.

The aroma is drowsy.

Sid Digg picked up the pajamas on the bed.

The phone in the room rang.

She connected, "Hi. This is Seamus."

"Hello, Your Excellency." It was Dorothy's voice, "His Excellency Ernos wishes to meet with you."

"I see," she unbuttoned her shirt, she did not reject Cynthia's actions today, "what time is it?"

Dorothy glanced at Cynthia in front of her, "Your Excellency Ernos said it's now."

"Now?" Sid Digger frowned. "Are you kidding me?"

She thought of ten thousand ways for Cynthia to enter her room, but absolutely not including the request of being aboveboard.

Dorothy handed the phone directly to Cynthia.

"Good evening, sir."

"Good evening. What can I do for you?"

"Take a walk and stop by to see you."

"Really? I think you live on the 25th floor."

"Please don't mind." Cynthia spread her hands, "I'm really on my way."

"If there is nothing else, you'd better not disturb my rest."

Cynthia said, "I just want to meet you."

Dorothy swore she had never heard such a poor excuse, but Cynthia's special status kept her silent.

Sid Digger must not let anyone interrupt her precious rest time.

she thinks.

"Please come in, Lord Ernos." Siddiger said to Dorothy.

Dorothy touched his face, "Please, Mr. Enos."

Sid Digger cut her hair, and she was sitting in a chair, fully dressed, reading a book when Dorothy stood in front of her.

"You can go out now," she said.

"me?"

"Otherwise? Are there other people around you?" Siddig seemed to have just pulled his eyes from the book, "Didn't you see me?"

"That's all?"

"What else do you want?"

Dorothy sat down on the sofa, "At least out of courtesy, buy me a cup of coffee."

Sid Digger closed the book. "I'm busy, ma'am."

Cynthia looked at Sid Digger, "Are you going to rest?"

Sid Digger said, "I have this plan."

"Have you ever torn your clothes, or have you just put them on?" asked Cynthia.

"You talk like that," Sid Digger looked down at his shirt, which was indeed a little messy, "I would be offended."

"Sorry sorry," Cynthia apologized sincerely, "what are you looking at?"

Sid Digger put the book on the small tea table in front of him, "Nothing, a political publication."

Cynthia whistled, "Covergirl is good."

She got up and went to Sid Digger to see what she was looking at.

"I?"

After seeing the cover clearly, Cynthia's expression suddenly became very subtle.

"Isn't it normal to have you on the cover? What, they didn't pay you to use it?"

Cynthia took the book away, and the first few pages were turned over, and they were all about her.

"This can't be my photo..." she muttered to herself.

"I think you're overthinking it."

Cynthia seemed to think of something, and raised her head, "You ripped your clothes just now because you were looking at this?"

"Huh?" She reacted suddenly, "Of course not!"

Cynthia shook the book, "Then how do you explain these photos?"

"How would I know? I didn't do the proofreading. Return the book."

Cynthia smugly smug like a child who has been given candy, "No, no."