The president is with her political enemies [Interstellar]

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There is nothing in a dream.

There are rights, choices, and love.

She has lost the right to choose since she was born. Eugene's father is a traditional and arrogant man. He has incomparable foresight in business, but he believes that it is the most decent behavior for a woman to stay at home when dealing with housework. .

She knows better than her elder brother, and she is better at dealing with affairs than them, yet she wants to become a bargaining chip in the exchange of interests between the two families. How can she be willing?

How can she be willing?

Eugene tried to take a few steps forward.

The drainage facilities in this part of the hospital are not good, and the water in some places even reached the toes of her shoes.

The rain had wet her clothes, and the coat was heavy with water, which amused her.

She stopped and went, and finally the rain was so heavy that she felt as if she was soaked in ice. Even though her senses had degraded, she didn't like this feeling, and she had to find a place to shelter from the rain.

Not far away, the church in the heavy rain is hazy and beautiful.

There were very few people in the church at this time, especially since it was an unknown church.

Since it was not a day of worship, she didn't even see a priest.

Eugene found a random place to stand. Sitting would wet the seat and be uncomfortable.

"Are you here to atone, Eugene?" a voice asked.

"Atonement?" Eugene opened his eyes wide and said with a smile, "Why should I atone for my sin?"

She walked towards the source of the sound, which appeared to be in a confessional.

"Kneel down." The other party said.

Eugene found it very interesting at this time, she didn't know who the person over there was, but the person over there knew her.

"I haven't been to a place like this since I was 15 years old." Eugene smiled before knelt down. "What do you want me to confess? Unknown lady?"

The other party said sternly, "You have committed too many crimes."

"If this is the case from a secular point of view," she took out a cigarette, the cigarette case was full of water, but the cigarette was not wet, "I said that I didn't have a head for a few days and nights." She yawned, and her body The rainwater flows to the ground and collects into a small puddle.

"Then tell me what you regret the most."

"I've never regretted anything I've done," Eugene said.

"Including your failed marriage? Including your wayward daughter? Including your betrayed lover?"

"The betrayed lover?" Eugene asked puzzled, "Who? Hein? He's not my lover."

When she got married at the age of 22, the groom she saw had a pair of calm eyes. At that time, she already knew what kind of marriage it was.

"Besia."

It was silent.

Eugene was stunned, and laughed loudly: "Bisiya? You say her? Why did I betray her? Every transaction we have clearly marked the price." The lighter failed to ignite several times, and she suddenly felt very irritable. "It's like this every game. I'm a good customer and never owed wages. I don't know how much I gave her in those years."

"money?"

"You don't think the relationship between us is really that she loves me so she does everything for me, money, yes, money. And the status I promised, if Hein is really dead, she will live very well Well, she will have a good birth, and so will Dorothy, at least she won't die as badly as she is now, and there won't even be a public cemetery in the end."

The other party is silent.

"Seriously, I hear your voice very familiar, are you someone I know?" Eugene asked.

"Yes."

"That must have happened a long time ago." Eugene frowned, trying to remember, but still failed, "I really can't remember who you are."

"We met 25 years ago and I painted a portrait of you outside the church."

"This church?"

"right."

Eugene recalled carefully that this was the first time she was curious about something, but there were too many people who had painted portraits of her, many of them were famous artists, and those paintings were also hung in the manor.

"Draw me at church...Kyle? No, he's a man, unless he's trans. Scarlett? Is that you? Scarlett?"

"no."

"Have we not been in touch for a long time?"

"Yes, for a long time."

"Terrible memory," said Eugene to himself, "who are you?"

"I'm not a professional painter, I'm just a student."

"Psych major?"

"Yes."

Eugene stopped talking, she didn't know who the other party was, but she knew her occupation.

……

"You mean you found a young mate, or a little girl?" Her brother Lears laughed exaggeratedly.

"That way people won't say that I'm unfaithful to Hein," Eugene arched his lips, touching the lipstick delicately, "but I don't think he cares even if I have sex with someone else."

"All he cares about is the continuous stream of purified minerals that we transport to his office." Lears said.

"It's like we only care about the Seamus family's transportation line," Eugene put down his lipstick, "it's three hours away, and I don't know if that little girl will come."

"I see you frightened her."

Eugene sprayed some perfume on his neck, and said, "It's better to say that my beauty stunned her."

"You have a visitor." said the home computer.

"Looks like it's your little beauty." Liers said casually.

Eugene looked down from the window of the cloakroom, and a girl in a long white dress stood below, at a loss, facing the door that required her to enter her fingerprints.

"Hey, honey." Eugene waved to her.

……

"Don't be nervous," Eugene pressed her shoulder, "you look beautiful tonight." She took the girl's hand.

"This is my husband, Hein von Simo, you can call him Seamus," Eugene whispered in her ear, "We'll go and say hello and be back."

Hayne nodded slightly at her.

She is indeed as pure as a lily.

The Marquis quickly looked away from her.

"Good evening, sir."

Hein kissed the back of her hand routinely, "Good evening, ma'am."

This embarrassing meeting lasted less than five minutes before Eugene dragged her away.

"See? That's my husband," Eugene said with a lot of sarcasm in his tone, "a handsome and loyal man."

"Are you very dissatisfied with your husband?"

"Huh? Where did you see that?"

"Your eyes," she said carefully.

Eugene was stunned for a moment, but immediately said: "Honey, you are so smart."

……

"I am willing to do this." She squeezed the potion and said.

"You write it yourself." Eugene tore a check and handed it to her, "Even if you want my whole family now, I will find a way to satisfy you."

She smiled lowly: "Now, you still think I'm only in it for money, ma'am?"

Eugene smiled wryly, "It's definitely not for my husband's love."

"I am for your love," she said.

Eugene didn't speak, she knew this, but she wouldn't take the initiative to propose, because the other party's value was far from reaching the level where she could pay herself.

……

"You are a friend of mine." She said slowly, "Bisiya?"

There was no sound from the other party.

"I really didn't expect that we could meet here. I thought Jane imprisoned you." Eugene said, "Why didn't you speak?"